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?”

irritation and pain rush through me, and

already told you I don’t care for him. I

proof?” I whisper,

hurt.

was just for this tournament, right?”

caresses my cheek with the thumb

about his touch. It’s the touch

predator who could rip through my

at

But…

not act so innocent.”

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

It’s a poor move. I don’t care for him, nor

on believing, then there’s nothing I can say that will change your

a second to look through that

say quietly as I grab his wrist and

to go wash them out. There

say anyway. 3

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

wiping my eyes and the few stray tears that

soap. The tears were only a few and I wonder when

crying over every

his

struggling with what to

water off, looking at his rigid back.

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

They need to

What did that mean? I know there

he has the

the only one who can tell me. It would save me from asking

he may already

and he turns, glancing

tender thanks to the shampoo. I quietly

into the bedroom, grabbing satin shorts and a matching cami; I put them

a comb

in this room is suffocating, but although it looks like I’m getting ready

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

I just hope he

attention to Zedkiel, who takes off

at his a*s in

him to catch

relaxing my breathing and when I feel

is pulled slightly,

body behind me.

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

phone, this wouldn’t

it.’ The voice comes

the cruel tone in her voice.

say

Nothing.

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

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to fall asleep, relieved

his breathing becomes steady and heavy, I

His arm is under his head, and he’s

his chest rises and falls

up, and look at him; how

What if the only way is during sex, or when

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

that argument.

moment, I find myself admiring his features. He

much more beautiful when

rage.

here

I ask softly, leaning closer. I gently

to rip my hand right off, but

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

other night.”

furrows before his eyes snap open and I’m staring into

eyes…

ZEDKIEL.

the moment I feel my Lycan struggling within

all to