His Dark Obsession

20. A Royal Family Dinner

ZEDKIEL.

“You will be fine Evangeline.” Alistair

was saying, the door to the bathroom was slightly ajar. “You have been given an upbringing better than most werewolves … just pretend you aren’t an Omega tonight. The Prince is taking you to this dinner as a date, as an equal in a way. You do not want to let him down.”

Raised better than most, that was what I had heard too… and it was exactly that, that I was banking on for tonight. When Ragnar and Chasyn had mind linked earlier, they had stated that Dad had set a date for the tournament. We had two weeks, two fucking weeks to find a Luna…

To hell, I was going to find a woman that my Lycan wouldn’t rip to shreds. I was unhinged… there were days he was calmer but others where my blood thirst was heightened, which were far worse…

I stood up silently, walking over to the bedroom door and peered through it, staring inside. She was standing there with her back to me, her smooth creamy back on display branded with my mark. Her curvy hips and that ass snugly fitted into that nude slinky velvet dress. I bit my lip imagining what fucking her would feel like, but I had to push the thought away before I ended up getting fucking turned on.

Evangeline… the name suited her… yet I couldn’t bring myself to call her it.

She took a deep breath, slipping her slender feet into a pair of nude heels. Her hair was pulled back in a stylish quiff with the rest in a ponytail.

“I will, I’ll do my best. Is there anything I should know? Anything one of the royals don’t like?” She asked, turning to Alistair and I slowly moved back, still listening. There was no fear in her voice. Her voice was appealing, and it sounded even better when it wasn’t filled with fear.

“Hmm, well, the queen doesn’t like eye contact when you answer. She most likely won’t talk to you… but if she does… don’t look her in the eye.” Alistair warned. I nodded.

That was a fucking good point… the man was proving ideal as a guide for her…

She exhaled sharply, “Understood.”

“Remember, to serve the prince his food, refill his glass when needed and you will be fine.” He spoke confidently, and I frowned slightly, deciding I would need to try to remain relaxed, so she wasn’t so fucking uptight. I hoped my plan worked … I couldn’t just let this chance pass by.

“Ok Miss Rose, good luck, oh… and do fill me in on how it goes.” He added, and I could hear he was packing up. I moved away, crossing the room and taking a seat on one of the sofas. Resting my left ankle on my right knee as I spread my arms over the back of the sofa, I relaxed, waiting for her to come out.

Alistair stepped out of the bedroom first. Spotting me, he lowered his head, that fear and nervousness that he was so confidently telling her not to feel was shrouding him. The sound of heels followed, and she stepped out and fuck if she looked good from behind… the front was no less… “I will, Thank you Alistair for everything.” She said with a small smile, adjusting the thin strap of her dress, one she wore no bra under…

“Oh darling, I have a good feeling about you.” He whispered, casting me a furtive glance before he left, lowering his head as he went.

She exhaled once the door shut after him before jumping when she spotted me, her hand flying to her breasts. Our eyes met and her heartbeat quickened. She closed her eyes for a moment. My gaze locked on the way her thick lashes brushed her cheeks before they fluttered open.

“Shall we go?” She asked gracefully, and I saw the shift in her posture. She squared her shoulder, and raised her chin and I cocked my eyebrow, my eyes raking over her one final time before I gave a curt nod leading the way out. Taking another quiet breath, she followed.

We entered the dining room to see everyone was already there. 1

“Zedkiel…” Dad said. All eyes turned on Evangeline, as she lowered her head to the table. Dad barely hid his shock.

a little surprising.” I taunted coldly, walking around to my seat beside Alcazer. I jerked my head to the seat on my other side and she sat down slowly. I had already notified them I was bringing a guest, although Dad had

with Chasyn and Maryka on his left. Next to Danciana was Alcazer,

other side was Jeremiah, with Ragnar and

of my eye. She was still emotionless and graceful, but I didn’t miss

Zedkiel, what an honour and a surprise,”

serving. Two of them kept glancing at Evangeline but remained

guest I’m surprised is still

what

with me,

murmured thoughtfully, as he began helping himself to some of the steak. Danciana sat forward placing some other stuff on his plate and no one moved, not until he took his first damn

forward and placed food on my plate. From the way those lush breasts were rising and falling, I knew she was doing her

submissive and innocent, ready for me to break, but she was also able to at least act normal without

was a taste of her lips

My gaze dipped to her cleavage and I smirk when she stops herself from adding another potato to my plate. “Now make sure

her own plate. I don’t know why she couldn’t fucking believe that. Every man had his preference, but I wanted some meat in my hands, not

those who are eligible will be readied

heirs of all packs will take part if they

fuckers were trying to claim

Ragnar scoffed.

that a Lycan is the next ruler…

one of you wins the title.” Dad said, smiling somberly. A fake smile that I saw right through.

unfair. That crown is

Ragnar growled.

they won’t want to pardon or make the rules easier for me,” Alcazer muttered. “I don’t see myself taking

court even come to have a say?” Chasyn asked, glancing towards my little Omega. ‘Can she be trusted? She is from the Silver Mountain

that pup made anger slither through

any of them anymore.’ I replied coldly as

sighed as

messed up and not fair. That plan backfired,

sons… but it seems the

let’s not mull over it. Right now… only Chasyn is eligible for the tournament, the rest of you are mate less… This is the other issue, the competition will trial and pitch the

Drystan growled

to Dad. “Those

father… I never liked the

faith in you,

more fucking capable. Even if she did the bare minimum, I’d make sure to fucking do everything, so I won. I’d guide her, I was certain we had a chance. That title