His Dark Obsession

52. Reaching Him

EVANGELINE.

“Listen to me!” I cry, gripping his upper arms as the water soaks us both. My chest

grazes against his and I don’t miss the way his eyes, even full of anger rake over my

breasts, making my stomach flutter.

I know I have made him angry, and I don’t know how he found the phone, but I have to

get through to him. He slams me against the wall, making me gasp as pain shoots

through my back and neck. I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to clear the shampoo from

them.

“I’m done listening.” He snarls, and for a moment his forehead touches mine, his nose

brushing against mine and our hearts are pounding as one. But the moment our eyes

meet, he suddenly lets go of me and turns away.

Is he going to go after Sinclair? Fear envelops me and before he can even step out of

the shower, I wrap my arms around him from behind. It’s not about Sinclair, but what this

could mean for us all. The tournament, and then Grandmother Philomena and Alpha

Aeron, would be devastated too. 2

“Please listen,” I whisper, my heart thumping as he grabs my wrists, tearing them off him.

I can feel the sting of tears washing away the soap from my eyes. He’s almost at the

door, and I know I need to speak

now.

“You can leave Zedkiel, but first you owe me to at least listen. I never called him! Or

turned that phone on! Believe me! You can look for yourself; not once did I make a call or

send a message.”

I don’t know where the strength to speak up came from, but I know if he walks out that

door, there will be things that we aren’t going to be able to fix. He has a temper; he loses

control but deep down past that feral rage of his, he did try with me and so I need to try

with him.

“Please Zed, I promise you I forgot about the phone being there!”

He pauses, his hand on the door frame, and I can feel the anger radiating off him. Not

caring that I’m naked, I bravely step closer and take hold of his upper arm. His jaw is taut

as he glares into the bedroom. His chest is rising and falling, but at least he’s listening.

“When I went to the shops with Lucia, he snuck up on me when I went to the changing

rooms. I was terrified that I’d get caught and get in trouble, so I took the phone, but not

once have I turned it on. I know I should have gotten rid of it but I promise I didn’t want

anything to do with him. Please believe me Zedkiel.” I plead, I’m telling the truth. I’m

trying to fix this.

“The changing rooms. Why am I not surprised.” His eyes flash as he turns towards me,

and I can see the possessiveness mixed with rage in them.

“He was already there when I entered. Nothing happened Zedkiel, I promise.” I don’t

know why, but I’m desperate for him to believe me. 2

He pinches my chin between his fingers, and I try not to whimper in pain as he jerks my

head upwards. He tilts his head, his eyes raking over me. “How low will you fall and

not

pain rush through me, and

“No. I’ve already told you I don’t care for him.

proof?” I whisper,

hurt.

that was just for this tournament, right?” He says mockingly, his hold on

he caresses my cheek with the thumb of his other hand. But there’s nothing

about his touch. It’s

who could rip through

I look up at him,

But…

let’s not act so innocent.”

satisfy you, then I can’t stop you, but

King… It’s a poor move. I don’t care for him,

nothing I can

before or after, do take a second to look through that phone and then tell me if

say quietly as I grab his

are stinging and I just want to go wash them out. There is nothing more

say anyway. 3

up to Zedkiel. I turn away from him and

stray tears that escaped. They’re burning now… I

rest of the soap. The tears were only a few

stopped crying over

feel his rage and

with what

off, looking at his

grabbing a towel. I need to talk to his Lycan again… I need to ask him why

need to work

that mean? I know there

he has the

can tell me.

things he may already

and he turns, glancing at

feel extremely tender thanks to the shampoo.

the bedroom, grabbing satin shorts and a matching

a comb through my

in this room is suffocating, but although it looks like

sleep, I want to call on his Lycan… I simply plan to pretend to sleep until he falls

just hope he

into bed not paying attention to Zedkiel, who

staring at his a*s in those fitted

I look away quickly, not wanting him to catch me staring

blanket up to my head. I stay there relaxing

blanket is pulled slightly, and I can feel

body behind me.

feel angry. This is Sinclair’s fault. If he didn’t give me

this wouldn’t

voice comes in my

the cruel tone in her voice.

scared.’ I say back, wondering if she’ll

Nothing.

frown, that is what I needed to ask the Oracle. I needed to find out what

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Zedkiel to fall asleep,

and soon when his breathing becomes steady and heavy, I slowly

him. His arm is under his head, and he’s lying on his back, his eyes

his chest rises and

Slowly I sit up, and look at him; how do

is during sex, or when

him? But I don’t think I’m ready to go down

that argument.

a moment, I find myself admiring

a work of art…. he looks so much more beautiful when he isn’t frothing at

rage.

here

I ask softly, leaning

off, but he doesn’t move. “I

please can you come forth. I need

other night.”

snap open and I’m

eyes…

ZEDKIEL.

moment I feel my Lycan struggling within me, and

all to stay in