His Dark Obsession

16. The Ordeal

ZEDKIEL.

She had remained silent, even when I took her back to my room. It was almost as if she was in shock, or too stunned to react. I wasn’t sure.

I had seen the hatred in her eyes when she had seen the mark and for a moment I wondered if I did something wrong… but she was mine, and if I wanted to mark her, I could. But it still irked me, her reaction, knowing that she feared and hated me.

I haven’t given her a reason to be scared. I haven’t ripped her to shreds. She displayed more spunk in front of others- for others. But when it came to me, she was terrified.

“From this day on I want your mark to be seen. Keep your hair up. I want that mark on display.” I said coldly, wondering what the Oracle meant by ‘we meet again.’

She stared back at me unblinking, once again that intrigued me. How was she able to look me in the eye for that long and not look away? I knew the effect my powers had on people. I knew when people looked away in fear and when it was from my powers…

Back at the ball, I had thought she had been rooted in fear when she had laid eyes on me, because, unlike everyone else, she hadn’t lowered her head to me.

“Ok.” She said quietly, looking away.

I stepped closer, and she moved back, making my eyes flash dangerously. If she was scared of me, then maybe I should really give her a reason to be terrified. I pinched her chin, snapping her head up towards me. There it was again the stark terror in her eyes.

I didn’t know what to say, so I glared into her eyes, seeing them pool with tears and my grip tightened. “Remember, I own you.” I snarled, before shoving her away.

“Yes, I won’t ever forget that.” She whispered.

I looked down at her, and for a moment, she reminded me of something that was broken.

Did I do that? I didn’t hurt her… nor did I force her… But then again, I had a talent for hurting people without intentionally meaning it.

“I’ll be in my office; you are free to roam the Castle. If anyone says anything to you, make sure you tell me.” Not waiting for a reply, I stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind

Something about her drew me… but it didn’t make sense… I unlocked the office door and stepped inside, mulling over the moment when I first touched her.

I know that you find your mate by touch when both parties have shifted… but even though I thought I felt something… It was impossible, I couldn’t have felt anything, she didn’t have a wolf and neither did it make sense for an Omega to be my mate.

Furthermore, it was practically unheard of for Omegas to have mates, and of course, I wasn’t exactly a full Lycan or werewolf. I doubt I had a mate at all.

out from behind my desk, I dropped into it, looking at the huge pile of reports that awaited me. I switched my computer on, raising an eyebrow at the huge number of incoming emails. Guess people were more confident in sending me

email rather than face-to-face.

replying to emails and giving my input when needed. As for the useless emails that were of no need to me, I ignored them. I really had no idea why some of this stuff was allowed to sift into

couldn’t focus, not with my thoughts

it will be soon… then I will claim that pussy of hers and make her mine completely. I massaged my jaw, my mind going to the way her blood dripped. down

way it smelt… the

species was taboo… I may be a hybrid, but still, I shouldn’t be craving her blood… yet

aside,

4

The Blood Ritual.

and so was I. I was powerful, smart, and the most skilled. I knew my name was upon that throne, unofficially, and today it would become official. It was cold down here, and although we didn’t feel the cold much, it now bit into my skin, seeping into my bones. Perhaps it was the pre-ordeal bath to

the Chamber of Sight shut with an ominous thud behind me, and I

of the cavern before gazing down at the dark water of

our lifetime. The night of our eighteenth birthday… This was where I’d shift. Alone, under the reflection

royal blood could enter. Something that we must

the altar ahead. My silent footsteps were dangerously loud despite how carefully I was treading. Almost as if not wanting to

these halls… It felt like the very

river, where the moonlight peered through, hitting the water that would soon

be here and not only will I shift but I will be given my destiny. I sliced my hand on one of the sharp rocks, letting my blood pour into the lake as the moon shifted slightly,

It was time.

looked up at the moon, waiting for it to take on the red hue, hearing the faint chimes of the castle

my chest. Even if I wasn’t a pure-blooded Lycan, I held confidence in my beliefs and who I was. I was still my father’s son, still the most ideal for

as the clock hit twelve but instead of the moon burning a crimson red – thick, dark clouds shrouded the originally bright moon, taking on a faint red edge, but then, suddenly, the cave became

my head snap up, my

on? This

ripple faster. Suddenly, a huge black smoke-like wolf appeared in the water’s reflection. Its golden eyes stared right back at me. I couldn’t move,

much more… And

my head, but the

blood of the impure is like a poisoned dagger into the heart of the realm. Son of darkness, away

hands braced on the floor, the sharp stone was biting into my hands and the smell of blood lingered in the air but I didn’t care, nothing beat the pain that I was

the bird of night, and skin like milk; when you allow her evil to bleed within you… pay heed, for

could no longer breathe, but then the wind stopped, the moon shone on the ground again, and the reflection of the black