His Dark Obsession

5. Terrified

as Sinclair’s face started to turn purple. Zedkiel’s dark, menacing aura swirling around him was so strong, I fought even from this distance to remain standing. I looked around the room, why was no one helping him! Everyone, even the king, was simply watching as they stood there. Scanning the room for Alpha Aeron, I felt despair when I saw him just standing there from his position a few seats down from the king. He was tight-lipped with his eyes full of fear. “Help him!” I whimpered, turning to the nearest man, but he simply ignored me. “Try that again.” Zedkiel growled, his grip tightening. “Zedkiel!” Supreme Alpha Ambrose called, his face pale as he glared at his son’s back. But the Prince didn’t seem to care, from where I stood I could see the cold contemptuous look on his face and when his hand tightened around Sinclair’s throat I could see he was enjoying this. A chilling smirk crossed his face. Panic made me move. “P-please let him go!” I braved running over. I was terrified, and I felt like I was either going to vomit or pass out. I heard a few gasps, but I was more concerned for Sinclair. His beautiful eyes turned to me in shock, but it was the gaze of the Prince that terrified me, and I took a step back, nearly tripping over my own feet as any bravado I had left drained out of me.  “P-please.” I stuttered, clutching my hands in front of me. “Angel…” Sinclair murmured, there was something I couldn’t decipher in his eyes, but I turned my attention to the Prince, although I was unable to look him in the eyes. He scoffed, throwing Sinclair mercilessly to the ground and my hands instantly reached for Sinclair wanting to help him, only for Zedkiel’s growl to make me jump and stagger back. Zedkiel bared his teeth at me and I flinched when he turned his attention to me, my heart sinking when he stalked towards me. Perhaps he’ll kill me… maybe the nightmare just depicted my death at his hand, not where it will take place. But if I was to die, at least it was because I had been some use to Sinclair… I closed my eyes, my heart thumping in my throat. The moment he roughly gripped my jaw I let out a shaking sob, my eyes flying open in fear. But, where moments earlier there was only white-hot anger it was now mixed with something else. “Looks like you have a little mouse trying to save you.” He sneered, his grip painful. “Zedkiel…” Alpha Ambrose tried again. “Unhand the woman.” He scoffed and looked over his shoulder at his father, who was now standing. “You want to save her… come and get her father.” He challenged tauntingly. He was mocking the Alpha king… did he fear no one? Yet it was clear they all feared Prince Zedkiel far more, because his father dropped back into his seat. Tears pricked my eyes, seeing not even the Alpha of Alpha’s was willing to take on his own son. Sinclair got to his feet, trying to approach us but the moment he was close, faster than I could even see, Zedkiel raised his leg kicking him with such force he went smashing into the table behind him, the force knocking it into the table behind. A few startled screams filled the hall as everyone moved quickly and steered clear of the tables. The Prince looked down at me, for a second I thought he was looking me over, but then he pushed me away, I was certain I had imagined it. The rough shove sent