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?”

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

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

proof?” I whisper,

hurt.

right?”

the thumb of his other hand. But there’s

his touch. It’s

through my skin if

up at him, “Yes it

But…

“Exactly, so let’s not act so

will satisfy you, then I can’t

It’s a poor move. I don’t care

nothing I can say that

But… before or after, do take a second to

grab his wrist and slowly tug free. from

just want to go wash them

say anyway. 3

the rest is up to Zedkiel. I turn

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

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

crying over every little thing?

here… I can feel his rage and hear the

with

off, looking at his

I need to talk to his Lycan again… I need

tell Zedkiel. They need to work on

that mean? I know there

he has the

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

he may

he turns, glancing at me. I probably look a

thanks to the shampoo. I quietly

bedroom, grabbing satin shorts and a matching cami; I

comb through

is suffocating, but although it looks like I’m

I want to call on his Lycan… I simply plan to pretend to sleep

I just hope

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

moment I’m staring at his a*s in those fitted

look away quickly, not wanting him to catch me staring and get into bed, pulling

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

my best not to react as the blanket is pulled slightly, and I can

body behind me.

Neither of us speaks and I feel angry. This is Sinclair’s fault. If

this

one who kept it.’ The voice comes in

the cruel tone in

say back, wondering if she’ll

Nothing.

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

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there silently, waiting for Zedkiel to fall asleep, relieved he

soon when his breathing becomes

towards him. His arm is under his head, and he’s lying

chest

look at

only way is during sex, or when

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

that argument.

breathing is steady and for a moment, I find myself

more beautiful when

rage.

Ok here goes

I ask softly, leaning closer. I gently place my hand

waiting for Zedkiel to rip my hand right off, but he doesn’t move. “I need

you come forth. I need to

other night.”

snap open and I’m staring into a pair of

eyes…

ZEDKIEL.

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

to stay