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.

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

email rather than face-to-face.

the growing unease and the constant attacks from the rogues, there seemed to be far more to do. We had to make sure we were providing security to the other packs… making sure those living on the edge were safe. Records on deaths, etcetera. I got to work, reading and 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

useless email and sighed. I couldn’t focus, not with my thoughts

than she realised. If she knew the thoughts that went through my mind, she would quiver in fear. One day… and it will be soon… then I will claim that pussy

way it smelt…

so many levels. The hunger for the blood of one of our own species was taboo… I may be a hybrid, but still, I shouldn’t

aside, I got to

4

The Blood Ritual.

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

the Chamber of Sight shut with

it. I looked at the arched roof of the cavern before gazing down at the dark water of the Lake of Truth, running with the blood of our sins… The water looked almost black, but under the moonlight, it

birthday… This was where I’d shift. Alone, under the reflection of the moon… A place where all royal alpha heirs

and only ones with royal blood

rocks, seeing the moonlight seeping through at the altar ahead. My silent footsteps were dangerously loud

these halls… It felt like

near the river, where the moonlight peered through, hitting the

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, casting its ray of

It was time.

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

I was. I was still my father’s son, still the most ideal

bell rang as the clock hit twelve but instead of the moon burning a crimson red – thick, dark clouds shrouded

ripped through the Chamber making my head snap up, my

on? This wasn’t normal.

water’s reflection. Its

was huge, its eyes holding a cunningness far more powerful than that of an Alpha wolf. This wolf was far more… so much more… And when it spoke, its voice echoed in my mind, tearing through my brain with excruciating pain. A voice not made for the

my head, but the voice

which is beyond the reach of the moonlight will devour every living soul, the filthy blood of the impure is like a poisoned dagger into the heart of the realm. Son of darkness, away from

my hands and the smell of blood lingered in the air but I

day comes that you yield to the woman with hair as dark as night, lips the shade of cherry blossoms, with eyes the colour of the bird of night, and skin

and I could no longer breathe, but then the