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

He gestures me

him. “Attack me. Let’s see what

I stare up at him,

sizzling

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

later.” 2

My cheeks burn and I pout.

he raises

his command to

Did he

will try my best. I

to imitate a

might

his anger, but there’s nothing. I cradle my poor hand, staring at

hard!

and steps back.

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

to train.” I mumble, feeling the

wrist.

want to train?” He

forward. I check

to focus on the

looks or the way that ridge of his

I did. I always thought it

knew

I say as he throws a

and he comes behind me. I gasp when he grips my waist, my heart thundering. He nudges my ankle with his foot, fixing my

so together or you

he moves back am I able to focus.

showed me,

it in you to

you do

as he

combo and I imitate his

Neither.”

how do you expect to

everything is done by fear or force Zedkiel.” I reply, freezing when I realise that I just said

didn’t even think! 2

His eyes are burning red and my stomach

not everything is achieved by fear or force.” My nightmare flashes before my eyes and I try to pull free as fear creeps into me but

He growls, his hand

under my chin.

His name…

Our

dips to

growls before a cold small smirk crosses

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

quietly and I mean it, because

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

with

hand or leg would make contact

feel his rage and anger as he channels it all into

when the bag split through the middle, he swore, stepping back. Looking down at the pile