His Dark Obsession

A Risky Meeting

EVANGELINE.

My heart was racing as I glanced at the door behind me and then up at the man before me feeling. completely confused. “H-How did you get in here?”

What if the guards saw him?

“By luck, I was out here getting some things for Grandmother, and I saw you shopping. You look happy…” He said softly. My head was spinning far too much to focus on his words. “I know Omega Lucia always. stops by this shop, and so I thought I’d wait here… How have you been, Angel?” He asked, stepping closer

to me.

The room was far too tight for two people. I stepped back, hitting the door behind me, and stared up at him. A thousand emotions coursed through me. Shock, happiness, confusion, fear, worry..

Nervously I chewed on my bottom lip, “Y-you shouldn’t be here.” I whispered. If Zedkiel found out, he’d kill

him!

Raising his hands he cupped my face, “But I missed you…” He said softly, looking down at me, my heart soared, and I could’nt help but smile softly at the man I had loved for so long… His eyes flashed as he took in my clothes. “Has he hurt you?”

I shook my head, reality settling in, and tugged free from his hold. I looked away from him, remembering the mark on my back. He caressed my neck and remembering Zedkiel’s touch, I moved away. I didn’t know why, but Sinclair touching me was making me uncomfortable. All I could think of was Zedkiel’s rage and those piercing gold-green eyes.

“You should go. You know the rules, Sinclair. I’m his now.” I murmured, slowly turning around and lowering the jacket I was wearing, letting him see my back, that was now scarred by Zedkiel’s mark.

I heard him swear. Closing my eyes, I could feel his aura rage around me.

“He marked you.” His voice was low and menacing, but the truth was he could be as angry as he wanted, but nothing could be changed. I belonged to Zedkiel for life. That sounded like an awfully long time, but it depended on how long I survived.

Fixing my jacket, I turned and looked up at him. “I’m his now, his property. He can do what he wants with me… What do you want, Sinclair? Why are you even here?” I thought I’d be happy to see him… but right. now, I just felt uncomfortable and scared.

This was wrong. I felt like I was doing something wrong…

“Angel… I thought you’d be happy to see me?” He was frowning in concern.

So did I…

I’m not happy. I just don’t

“So you’re worried about me?” He

heart thudded, and I stared up into those beautiful eyes. “I am worried… I don’t want you getting hurt, and he kills people first

shocked. “I mean not right now, but when the time’s right. I’m

He’d help me escape? A hope that I had long given up on now ignited within me and I stared at him. “You mean get away

the

even hear anyone

on?” Lucia’s voice came as Sinclair

after all. Did she

going to take it

ok perfect.” She responded. “I’ve chosen some other items

back. “Could

you like it? Oh, of course right away!” Lucia’s footsteps retreated, and I looked at Sinclair, who was staring at the fabric in my

at the string and lace fabric of some sort that Lucia had given me and quickly hid it behind my back. “Where will I go where he won’t be able to find me, Sinclair?” I asked quietly. “He’ll hunt me down to the end

find a way.” He replied

Sinclair, I’m just about learning to adapt. Maybe it would put

head scoffing, “Tell me, Angel, tell me that your heart hasn’t already changed, and you are enjoying being his whore?”

him, his words stinging. “You can tell that he hasn’t mated with me…. why would you say that?” I whispered, not caring that he

I will take care of you. You will live in secret, yet you’ll be safe. You care for me, right

kind of

But we can’t talk now, nothing is making

always have my phone close. I will also text if I have a plan or anything, ok?” He said, taking out a small slim phone. He held it out to

why? I didn’t want to be here tied to

the phone into my pocket as I cast Sinclair one last look. I was about to grab the door handle when he took hold of my upper arm and spun me around,

lips met mine. I froze as he kissed me. His taste, the feel of his touch… pleasant yet… I was unable to bring myself to kiss him back. and gently pushed

was one emotion I could read… The flicker

me intently, and I wondered if she had

taking the flimsy fabric from me and holding it up. Well, held. up like that, it looked to be a lacy slip dress with a lot of strappy strings along the back and chest