His Dark Obsession

5. Terrified

in my lap trying to still them. Breathe Evangeline. Breathe. I was trying to calm myself when the most terrifying, deafening growl I had ever heard made the chandeliers shake. I jumped at the sound, my knee hitting the tabletop beneath the fancy tablecloth. Silence fell instantly, and a wave of fear spread through the room. Fear so strong I could feel it, like this entity eating up and feeding on the fear that oozed from us all, the energy only growing more potent. “Sinclair!” My heart thudded when I heard grandmother’s cry. I stood, knocking my chair over. The sound echoed in the room. I was ready to run when Luciana grabbed my arm. “Don’t go. He’ll kill you.” She whispered, terrified. “He’ll hurt Sinclair.” I replied, I didn’t care who she meant, my only thought was to make sure Sinclair was ok. I ran from the hall and through the arch to the brighter-lit dining hall. To my utter horror, I saw none other than Prince Zedkiel pinning Sinclair to the wall, his elongated claws digging into his skin. Sinclair looked livid as he stared down the Prince, which only seemed to anger Zedkiel more, his grip on his throat tightening 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