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 step out and

flash of irritation and pain rush through

already told you I don’t care for him. I gave myself to you. Wasn’t

proof?” I whisper,

hurt.

that was just for this tournament, right?” He says

with the thumb of his other hand. But there’s nothing

about his touch. It’s the touch of

through my skin if

up at him, “Yes it

But…

“Exactly, so let’s not act so

you, then I can’t

It’s a poor move. I don’t care for

nothing I can say that will

a second to look

say quietly as I grab his wrist and slowly tug free. from his painful

stinging and I just want to go wash them out.

say anyway. 3

the rest is up to Zedkiel. I turn away from him and step back into

and the few stray tears that

wash away the rest of the soap. The tears were only a few and I

stopped crying over

he’s still here… I can feel his

struggling with

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

to talk to his Lycan again… I

They need to work on

What did that mean? I know there are some things

he has the

who can tell me. It would save me from asking

he may

the towel around myself, and he turns, glancing at me. I

tender thanks to

and a matching cami;

a comb

in this room is suffocating, but

his Lycan… I simply plan to pretend to

just hope

not paying attention to

staring at his a*s

not wanting him to catch me staring

up to my head. I stay there relaxing my breathing and when I feel

is

body behind me.

I feel angry. This

phone, this

one who kept it.’ The voice comes

at the cruel tone

say back,

Nothing.

ask the Oracle. I needed to find out what that

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lay there silently, waiting for Zedkiel to fall asleep,

and soon when his breathing becomes steady and heavy,

and he’s lying on his back, his eyes are

his chest rises and falls

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

sex, or when he loses control.

ready to go down that

that argument.

for a moment, I find myself admiring his features.

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

rage.

here goes

softly, leaning closer. I gently place my hand on

my hand right off, but he doesn’t

can you come

other night.”

brow furrows before his eyes snap open and I’m staring into a pair of burning

eyes…

ZEDKIEL.

open the moment I feel my Lycan struggling within me, and it takes

to