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.

into it, looking at the huge pile of reports that awaited me. I switched my computer on, raising an eyebrow at the

email rather than face-to-face.

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

my thoughts that kept going

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 of

way it smelt…

one of our own species was taboo… I

aside, I got to

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 cleanse myself, or just the material wrapped around my

Chamber of Sight shut with an ominous

at the arched roof of the cavern before gazing down at the dark water

where I’d shift. Alone, under the reflection of the moon… A place where

had been beneath the castle for centuries and only ones with royal blood could enter. Something that

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

that seemed to reside in these halls… It felt like the very cave was alive. The chamber would look

knelt down near the river, where the moonlight peered through,

hand on one of the sharp rocks, letting my blood pour into the lake as the moon shifted slightly, casting

It was time.

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

heart was thudding in 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 that crown… still the one who could be the

red –

the Chamber making my head snap up, my eyes flashing red as I

was going on? This wasn’t

to 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, as if whatever it was, held a

wolf. This wolf was far more… so much more…

my head, but the voice

reach of the moonlight will devour every living soul, the filthy blood of the impure is

the smell of blood lingered in the air but I didn’t care, nothing beat

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,

as pain enveloped me and I could no longer breathe, but then the wind stopped, the moon shone on the ground again, and the reflection of the