His Dark Obsession

His Dark Obsession By Moonlight Muse Chapter 23

23. Questions

EVANGELINE.

“Please don’t!” I scream, tumbling backwards. Something hits the back of my leg making me buckle and I fall onto the enormous bed. I grab onto the deep purple curtains that hung from the canopy of the four-poster bed, the fabric burning my hands as it sears through my grasp as he pushes me flat onto my back.

His eyes are glowing red, and his fangs are out as he grabs me by my throat. His dreadlocks frame his face as he looks at me with emotions that I can’t focus on. For a second, it turns too dark and hazy to see anything.

What…

Then I feel it; the blade plunging into my

chest.

I cry out as pain tears through me, only

for him to pull the blade free, agony

making it harder to breathe. He doesn’t stop stabbing it into my stomach. I cry out. “Stop! Stop this! Stop!” I shriek,

choking in pain as tears burn my eyes.

“Too late.” He snarls,

“No!” The power in my voice is unrecognisable. I don’t think I’ve ever screamed like that… I feel the terrifying blistering rage and hatred I feel for him swirl around me as I try to fight him off, but he doesn’t stop his assault as he continues to plunge the knife into my chest… again and again…

I’m dying. I can feel my life ebbing away. Feeling the pain engulf me, I grapple

weakly at his wrists, both of us are covered in blood. My hands slip from his and I find myself looking into those burning red eyes. Something wet hits my face and I look up at him, only for him to pull back, dropping the knife as he

plunges his hand into my chest.

I scream in pure agony as I jolt upright in bed. My heart drums against my ribcage

and I scan the room, trying to control the terror that is consuming me. I look

around, realising I am in the prince’s bedroom, and this was not the same bed.

I’m drenched in sweat, and I feel the ghostly pain linger as I touch my chest

and stomach

I’m ok! Thank the Goddess!

That nightmare…

I place a hand on my forehead, taking

deep breaths. I’m still trembling.

It felt so vivid…

Kicking the blanket off, I stumble out of bed. Glancing out the window; I see it’s still early. I make my way towards the

bathroom and turn on the sink tap;

splashing my face with cold water, I stare

at my reflection. For a second, my

reflection distorts, and I feel like I’m

looking at myself covered in blood. I gasp, stumbling back, only for it to return to normal. I let out a shaky breath.

It was Zedkiel… only his hair and clothing were different, but it was him… Why was he killing me? Was this a premonition of what was going to happen soon? When I become his Luna or before then?

I turn the tap off and grab a towel, wiping my face. I place it down as I slowly look

out to the bedroom. An eerie, ominous

feeling washes through me and I

shudder, staring at the bed. Flashes of my

my head, and

bed… he kills me

I knew what my

But she was

She won’t- wait,

As Zedkiel’s wife,

me and offer

what was making me the

The fact that he

window and look out, it’s foggy, and I know the

and I cast my gaze to the mountains, the very same ones I had tried to

training he was

places. It was strange to have jeans that were made to look like this instead of my old ones that had torn due to how old they were

people paying to have

clothes.

they are a size

cheeks burn and I pause. Did he

in the mirror that

the walk-in closet

will beg for me.’

my mind.

No, I will not!

nothing special about

black bra that only makes my boobs look bigger. I slowly zip my jeans up and pull my hair back into a ponytail until Alistair will

fix the bedding and quickly message Alistair on the tablet that I will have breakfast, and then come to

instantly,

him. I leave the quarters, heading to the kitchens for a

was lucky that the kitchen staff

food. They were

a burden, even though the

at the dinner last night or because of the huge mark on my back? Gossip travels fast. I know

by the Third

the

doesn’t bother us; I think she

being here. He first styles my hair, then moves on to

the dinner last night, girl I need

I remember

me last night. My heart begins to thump, and

Remembering how it made me feel, I feel an odd sensation between my legs and push

that glow is! But you don’t

I

help me. I mean, can

laugh louder

was right about her.” Alistair waves his hand as he pouts down at his

palette.

makes a face as she

hear you were at the dinner last night…

sure if

but she wasn’t leaving, and I needed Alistair’s help. “Well…

make

gasp,

before looking back at me. Alistair looks

pale.

my gosh, I’m talking

squeals and I

sound.

She isn’t Luna yet.

didn’t refuse.”

speechless and Alistair simply smirks. “Yes, Dolores? Anything else you want to

purses her

don’t know what he

looking at Alistair hopefully.

puts his palette

“Ok, I don’t know what kind

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