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

to not step out and rip him to shreds?” He

a flash of irritation and pain rush through me, and I glare at

for him.

proof?” I whisper,

hurt.

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

cheek with the thumb of his

touch. It’s the

who could rip through my skin if

up at him, “Yes

But…

act so innocent.” He says

I can’t

move. I don’t care for him, nor do I miss

you’re set on believing, then there’s nothing I can

do take a second to look

say quietly as I grab his

just want to go wash them out.

say anyway. 3

to Zedkiel. I turn

my eyes and the few stray tears that escaped. They’re burning now…

water wash away the rest of the soap. The tears were

crying over

here… I can feel his rage and hear the thudding of

obviously struggling with what

looking at his rigid back. He’s half-drenched, but

to talk to his Lycan

need to work on their

What did that mean? I know there are some things I’m certain that

he has the

and is the only one who can tell me. It would save me

things he may

towel around myself, and he turns, glancing at me. I probably look a

extremely tender thanks to the shampoo. I quietly walk

shorts and a

a comb through my

tension in this room is suffocating, but

I simply plan to pretend to sleep until

hope he

get into bed not paying attention to Zedkiel, who takes off his sweatpants and

his a*s in those

not wanting him to catch me staring and get into bed,

I stay there relaxing my breathing and when I feel the bed dip;

to react as the blanket is pulled slightly, and I can feel the

body behind me.

I feel angry. This is Sinclair’s fault. If he

this wouldn’t

who kept it.’ The voice comes in my head, making me tense. My

cruel tone in her

I say back, wondering if she’ll

Nothing.

to ask the Oracle. I needed to find out

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to fall

soon when his breathing becomes steady and heavy, I slowly

and he’s lying on

chest rises and

sit up, and look at him; how do you summon a

or when he loses control. Will

to go down

that argument.

is steady and for a moment, I find myself admiring his

work of art…. he looks so much more beautiful when

rage.

Ok here goes

“Can you hear me?” I ask softly, leaning closer. I gently place

for Zedkiel to rip my hand right off,

hear me, please can you come forth. I need to ask what you meant

other night.”

before his eyes snap open and I’m staring into a pair

eyes…

ZEDKIEL.

I feel my Lycan struggling

all to stay in