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.

trying to convince?

Zedkiel had ordered, I was wearing a backless dress. I didn’t like my skin being on show. He could have

for me, with strands of my hair framing my face. I sighed, pondering over what Zedkiel had said, the sound

between 12pm to 4pm so anyone could grab food

“Evangeline!”

events of this morning, no one even approached me… I didn’t blame

“Lucia.”

scanning me over, and looked relieved. “Thank the goddess, you’re ok.” She murmured in a quiet whisper before she sat down on the seat beside me. “Alistair asked me to take you shopping with me today, of course, after

out of here… even if it was just for a few hours. “I’d

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

believe her. I mean I was living not knowing if I’ll even survive a

how I was feeling. “I’ll ask the prince.” I stood. up, needing a

the back side door!”

me trying to escape. But still… I wanted. to ask. So gathering my courage, I entered his quarters.

is it?” His cold voice

open the door. He was standing staring at the wall that held maps, notes, and pinned images of what looked like pictures of bloodied, dead

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that this wasn’t there earlier… There was

He asked, making me

as he walked over to me

“Who?”

Ch-Chasyn’s Omega.” I explained, my heart

when he ran his knuckles down my

said I could do with more clothes… and other items…

walked over to his desk. Opening the drawer,

at him as he took out a single card and held it out to me. I hesitated for a moment before slowly taking it from him. Perhaps I could get those oils instead of waiting

Was this how life was going to be? Me asking him for money every

intently when I didn’t reply.

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 him, my heart thumping, only to find

I’m offering you

“Because I don’t want to mooch off others. When I lived

in his seat, his long

what? “Well, nothing big, but I tutored some pups, I babysat… and I even worked in the café in the city. centre one

You don’t need to do

pausing, and looked back at him. “I-I could do something

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

for asking.” I replied quietly. I walked to the door and when I looked back at him, a thought

out.” He snarled, making me flinch. I guess I had wasted enough

N-not Little M-mouse or Little Omega…” Why

I

the room, hurrying downstairs as I slipped the

him how much I was allowed to

was waiting for me. What if