His Dark Obsession

Claimed

EVANGELINE.

I could barely breathe not knowing what to do. His touch made my body react, I didn’t want him, yet my body enjoyed this. It felt good but I wasn’t sure what I was feeling.

The taste of his mouth was enticing, the feel of his plump full lips dominating mine. The way his body was moulded against mine…

When he sucked on my lower lip slightly, I wondered what would happen if I kissed him back?

Would he display my head on a pitchfork in front of the castle? Or worse, see it as an invitation to take things further?

Before I could even decide, he suddenly moved back, his blazing red eyes full of anger once more as he grabbed my wrist, yanking me down the hall. We passed a few people, but they kept their heads down, moving out of our way swiftly.

I was getting whiplash from his behaviour… My lips still tingled from his touch and my heart felt funny. Was this what Josie meant, that things can just physically be fun. That you didn’t need to tie emotion to feel pleasure… I didn’t understand that…

We made our way down two further flights of stairs until we looked to be in some sort of stone tunnel. At one point the tunnels split in two, Zedkiel turned left, yet my gaze lingered on the right tunnel.

What was down there? I didn’t get to mull over that for long. He soon came to an abrupt stop outside a dark wooden door, and I felt relieved, taking a moment to catch my breath.

Unlike most doors in the castle, this one was plain, even old, you could say. The doorknob was large and made of a dull iron. Perhaps that’s because this part of the castle wasn’t used. To my surprise, for the first time since I had met him instead of slamming the door open, he raised his hand and knocked.

To whom did the room belong?

The door creaked open, and my heart sped up as I peered into the room.

The floor was dark wood, and there was an ethereal feel here, the room was bathed in the dim light of lamps, there was no window in here and many areas of the room were cast in shadows

This place felt oddly familiar… A flash from a memory long ago filled my mind and then it hit me: I’ve been here before. Grandmother Philomena had brought me here!

My eyes widened as he stepped inside, pushing the door wider, a door that seemed to have opened by itself.

I knew who this room belonged to.

I could remember the dark floors, the way this room looked with the same ornate stained- glass lamps, the beads… the embroidered cushions… but I couldn’t remember her….

Her hands clutched the armrests, her back was to us. The only sound save my thumping heart was the creaking of the chair, as she

forth and the faint crackling of

me to

behind me with a sharp snap, making me almost jump out of my skin. My heart was thumping so loudly that I felt like everyone in the castle

again.” A whispery

“Again?” Zedkiel asked sharply.

“Of course…” She stood up, and when she turned, I found myself looking at a woman who seemed to be in her early thirties, but surely, she was far older? Her pure white hair

me. “I’m claiming this Omega as mine. You create the amulets that they wear, but I

Different plan?

sound pleasant. My stomach

things are done, they cannot be undone, Alpha Zedkiel

He frowned, “I know.”

Oracle smiled, raising her jewel-clad hands, and walked

know, but if you wish for me to entertain you, then

Brand me?

her shoulder. “Only a mate should wear the mark of her mate upon her body, Prince Vilkas… a fated mate. To give a claimed Omega your mark, by bite or magic, is the same thing. What will happen if the day comes when you meet your mate, and another woman wears your

your business. Do

demand an

lucky will find their mates… I only know of a few in my lifetime

am bound to serve the royal bloodline.” Her voice sounded heavy, but I might have imagined it because it was gone when she spoke again.

day, remain on display.” He said coldly, and I gasped when he grabbed my shoulder, turning me and tearing the back of my dress completely. I wrapped my arms around myself, my heart beating

not just a charm… I knew I’d never be able to remove it… but on my body?

stung my eyes – I barely comprehended what the Oracle was whispering, as the fire in the hearth blazed high. I gasped when she placed a shimmering silver tool in

he’d change his mind. “Must you do this?”

and imprint her where you wish. Your mark will adorn her…

begged, panic suddenly enveloping

blood, death, and pain, all swirled around me like a hurricane, and I was caught in the middle. A piercing scream left my lips

down, the world needs to know who you belong to.” He whispered in my ear. “It won’t hurt for

mind, I tried to

me? Was it just me, or had

don’t know.