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

was almost empty. Only two other Omegas were there. As Zedkiel had ordered, I was wearing a backless dress. I didn’t like my skin being on show. He could have branded my arm or wrist, yet he

braid and 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 too. loud for my

grab food if needed,

“Evangeline!”

After the events of this morning, no one even approached

“Lucia.”

“Thank the goddess, you’re ok.” She murmured in a quiet whisper before she sat down on the seat beside me. “Alistair asked

love to get out of here… even if it was just

are treated better than many Omegas who live like servants.” She said gently. “Us chosen Omegas are treated so

was living not knowing if I’ll even survive a week. His hot and cold moods confused

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

agrees! I’ll be waiting by the back side door!” She called out after

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

His cold

wall that held maps, notes, and pinned images of what looked like pictures of bloodied, dead bodies. I shuddered, and it took me

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earlier… There

He asked, making me

as he

“Who?”

heart thumping when

his knuckles down my back, tracing his mark. “Do you

clothes… and other items… So if I

hand suddenly left my back, and he walked over to his desk. Opening

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

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

as he observed me intently when I didn’t reply. “I’m warning you, Little Omega, if

head, “No… I wasn’t thinking of leaving. I promised not to run again…. I was just wondering if perhaps I could do something to earn money.” I braced myself, readying for his wrath as I squinted my eyes shut, only for silence to greet me. I cracked open an eye, peering at

When I’m offering

down for a moment before taking a breath. He hated when I stuttered. “Because I don’t want to mooch off others. When I lived with the Welhavens, I did a lot of extra

sitting down in his seat, his

but I tutored some pups, I babysat… and I even worked in the café in the city. centre one summer,

“You’re mine now. You don’t need

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

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

quietly. I walked to the door and when I looked back at him, a thought came to my mind. He had

snarled, making me flinch. I guess

name is Evangeline… Evangeline Rose, N-not Little M-mouse or Little Omega…” Why did he call me little? There

I

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

should have asked him how much I

just hoped Lucia was waiting for me. What if she