His Dark Obsession

24. His Training

EVANGELINE.

Zedkiel gave Alistair some tasks about what he wants him to do with me later, before he led me away. I didn’t question where we were going, but now; I wish I did.

I stare at the handsome man before me as he lets the door swing shut behind us, and I look at the huge room before us. There are weight training machines, lifting benches, treadmills, and other equipment. There were three boxing bags to the side and an open area for sparring, too. I don’t understand why he waited until Alistair had finished my makeup and hair. All that effort to get dolled up only for him to bring me to an indoor training room. I have the urge to ask him. that very question when he removes his

shirt, and my mind goes blank. 4

My heart races as I stare at those delicious abs, the way his body flexes,

and my gaze falls on the tattoo on his arm as he tosses his shirt aside and looks at me. “Take your heels off.” He commands, and I look down before obeying. I purse my lips, looking at him as he begins to

circle me.

“Spit it out.” He snarls, making me jump.

“What?” I ask, looking at him with

surprise.

“Whatever’s on your mind, from this day forward you are not an omega but my fiancé. An equal. And unless you act like it, we won’t get through this.” He says, walking off to the shelves on the side.

I hesitate before frowning; my freedom is riding on this. I have to do my best and behave fearlessly. I nod to myself before looking at his back, trying not to stare at his ass. I wonder what it feels like… I’m

sure it would be hard…

“I’m waiting.” He growls, making me blink.

“Uh, I was wondering why you let Alistair do my makeup if you were going to bring me here to train,” I state bravely.

He pauses, and my heart skips a beat as

he cranes his neck, looking back at me. So you got sass.” I hope I didn’t get into trouble… he told me to answer. I stay

silent until he comes back with some

boxing gloves. “Warm up, then put these on. Let’s see what you’ve got.” He tosses

the gloves at me, and I catch them, placing them aside.

Warm up… just like in Physical Ed at school. I drop onto the floor, wishing I

wasn’t wearing jeans. I wasted time

getting dressed for no reason at all. I am

not happy but I can’t really blame him, he

did say training began in the morning… After a good five minutes of doing my

stretches; I stand up, very aware of the

prince’s gaze on me.

He now steps closer. “Put the gloves on.”

I obey as he continues watching me.

“From what I have learned, they will have

a match of physical strength between the

Lunas. Even if you fail one or two tasks,

an issue, but I at least need

are

gestures

“Attack me.

I stare up at him, trying not

his sizzling body,

gripping my chin and forcing me to look up into his gold-green eyes. “We’re here to train. You can admire

later.” 2

don’t think I have ever blushed deeper. My cheeks burn and I

when he raises

his command to

he want me

will try my best. I have watched Sinclair

imitate

and punch him with all the might I have, gasping when it connects straight with his stomach.

whimper, waiting for his anger, but there’s nothing. I cradle my poor hand, staring at those abs, why was

hard!

and steps

throw a punch.” Despite my failure, he didn’t seem

to train.” I mumble,

wrist.

to train?” He asks.

forward. I check out

not to focus on the way

the way that ridge of his V disappears into his

did. I always thought

knew some moves to

as he throws

I gasp when he grips my waist, my heart thundering. He

to your shoulders. Don’t keep them so together or you will lose your balance.” He commands. I nod trying

am I

as he showed me,

it in you

Mouse, do you do better under pressure or

as he

combo and I

Neither.”

yeah? Then how do you

“By working hard, not everything is done by fear or force Zedkiel.” I reply, freezing when I realise that I just said his name. My heart thuds as he grips my elbow, turning me to face him. I was so lost in trying to do better

didn’t even think! 2

eyes are burning

flashes before my eyes and

growls,

under my chin.

His name…

I whisper. Our eyes

dips to my

before a cold small smirk crosses his

cheeks burn. 1

Goddess…

his thumb over my lips before running it down the centre of my neck. If he wants, he could kill me right now… Then we’ll do this your way. I am

I say quietly and I mean it, because this was important

nods before he steps back, his eyes hardening as he commands me to work out on one of the punch bags. Saying I needed to build my stamina, and so I did. Using the few combos, he showed me against the punch bag. He left me after a while

it back with every

hand or leg would make contact with it also sent

anger as

the middle, he