His Dark Obsession

An Omega’s Life

EVANGELINE.

He let go of me suddenly, his blazing red eyes returning to normal as he stared at me with such intensity, I could feel my cheeks burning under his gaze. I felt scared, not knowing what was going to come next.

He turned away from me, pushing the files off the desk as he ran his hand over his head and down his face, exhaling sharply. Clearly trying to calm his raging heart.

Did he have a nightmare?

Nervously, I began gathering the files that he had just sent flying to the floor. “Leave them.” He hissed.

I froze, looking up at him. “It’s ok, it’s my fault… I… came in to ask you about lunch but then I shocked you …” I mumbled.

“Lunch…” He looked at the clock on the wall, frowning.

Something wasn’t right…

“No thanks, I’m not hungry.” He frowned. His gaze dipped to my neck before lingering on my breasts. I nodded, quickly placing the files on the desk and turned to leave when he spoke, making me stop in my tracks. “Where are you from?”

Sadness washed over me at the thought of the Silver Mountain Pack. Grandmother Philomena… Alpha Aeron… Sinclair… the staff… life as I knew it was gone…

“The Silver Mountain Pack…”

“I meant before they took you in.” I should have known he didn’t mean that. I turned back to him and shook my head.

“Before that… I don’t remember.”

“I heard Aeron found you in a village full of dead… you were the only one living… Tell me, how does one child survive a massacre?” He stood up, now circling me slowly. “How did you alone survive? How did you lose your memory? Did you even lose it or is it all simply a façade?”

My head shot up as I stared into those intense eyes of his. For the first time in my life, I felt as if I was being accused. No, not even felt. He was blatantly alleging that I had a hand in what happened back then. I held his gaze, trying to hide my hurt. I couldn’t believe he had just said that…

My heart was pounding as I tried to control my emotions while he simply watched me, waiting for an answer. He wasn’t even joking…

“I may not be perfect, Prince Zedkiel… but I am no monster. I was ten when that happened.” My voice shook and for the first time, not caring about being courteous.

My chest was heaving as I stared up at him, but deep down… I knew it shook me because that was a question I too asked myself. Countless times… No one else had ever questioned that and deep down I never wanted anyone to, but it was a thought that always lingered in my mind. Fuelled by self-doubt, fear, and uncertainty.

How did I alone survive? I know I’m not evil, and I wouldn’t dare think of killing anyone, but… “Do I look like a murderer?”

“Not everything that glitters is gold either… Looks can be deceiving, Little Mouse.” He murmured, his hand wrapping around my throat. My breath hitched, wondering what he’ll do.

I wrapped my hand around his wrist, my heart thumping as I braved myself to speak. “I know I’m just a nobody, but I’m no killer. I promise.”

Tilting his head, he applied more pressure for a second, making me gasp, his gaze dipping to my lips before he let go of me. “Maybe…” He wasn’t only a heartless monster… he was cruel, too. Our eyes met, but I said nothing. I saw his eyes flash with irritation before he turned his back on me. “Get out.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. Leaving the room I shut the door behind me with relief.

I am not a monster.

I trying to convince?

dress. I didn’t like my skin being on show. He could have branded my arm or wrist, yet he chose a

bun for me, with strands of my hair framing my face. I sighed, pondering over what Zedkiel had said, the sound of the fork scraping against the plate a little

12pm to 4pm so anyone could grab food if needed, as it depended on when you got the chance. I had come just before

“Evangeline!”

After the events of this morning, no one even

“Lucia.”

relieved. “Thank the goddess, you’re ok.” She murmured in a quiet whisper before she sat down on the

here… even if it was just for

life isn’t bad here. In fact, we are treated better than many Omegas who live like

I’ll even survive a

was sure she knew how I was feeling. “I’ll ask the prince.” I stood. up, needing a few moments away, and quickly

he agrees! I’ll be waiting by the back side door!”

wanted. to ask. So gathering my courage, I entered his quarters. He was still in his office, so I made

is it?” His cold

the wall that held maps, notes, and pinned images of what looked like pictures of bloodied, dead bodies. I

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that this wasn’t there earlier… There was

you want?” He asked, making me blink and turn

Lucia?” I asked as he walked over to me and circled me as

“Who?”

my heart thumping when he

he ran his knuckles down my back, tracing his

do with more clothes… and

suddenly left my back, and he walked over to his desk. Opening the drawer, he took

out a single card and held it out to me. I hesitated for a moment before slowly taking it from

earn my own money… I didn’t want to rely on him forever. Was this how life was going to be? Me asking him

I didn’t reply. “I’m warning

for his wrath as I squinted my eyes

When I’m offering

want to mooch off others. When I lived with the Welhavens, I did

down in his seat, his long legs stretched out in

big, but I tutored some pups, I babysat… and I even worked in the

don’t

I turned away, pausing, and looked back at him. “I-I could do something in the palace? Maybe help in the kitchen

a wave of anger roll off him. “You belong to me, Little Mouse, not the castle, and I would prefer it if you

looked back at him, a thought came to my mind. He had claimed me…

making me flinch. I guess I had wasted enough of his

say… My name is Evangeline… Evangeline Rose, N-not Little M-mouse or Little Omega…” Why did he call me little? There was nothing little

I

so I left the room, hurrying downstairs as I slipped the card into my

I should have asked him how much I was

for me. What if she had left