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

just for me to not

pain rush through me, and I glare

“No. I’ve already told you I don’t care for him. I gave myself to you. Wasn’t

proof?” I whisper,

hurt.

for this tournament, right?” He says mockingly, his hold on me

cheek with the thumb

touch. It’s the

who could rip through my

up at him, “Yes it

But…

let’s not act

killing Sinclair will satisfy you, then I can’t stop you,

future King… It’s a poor move. I don’t care for him, nor do I

believing, then there’s nothing

to look

quietly as I grab

want to go wash them out. There is nothing

say anyway. 3

tried… the rest is up to Zedkiel. I turn away

wiping my eyes and the few stray tears

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

I stopped crying over every

can feel his rage and

obviously struggling with

water off, looking at his rigid

to his Lycan

tell Zedkiel. They need to work

My dark mate… What did that mean? I know

he has the

can tell me. It would save

things he may

myself, and he turns, glancing at me. I probably

tender thanks to the shampoo. I quietly walk past

satin shorts and a

a comb through my

The tension in this room is suffocating, but although

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

just hope

not paying attention to Zedkiel, who takes off his sweatpants

I’m staring at his a*s in

away quickly, not wanting him to catch me staring

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

to react as the blanket is pulled slightly, and

body behind me.

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

this wouldn’t have

kept it.’ The voice comes in my head, making

the cruel tone in

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

Nothing.

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

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

soon when his breathing becomes steady and

arm is under his head, and he’s lying

chest

look at him;

the only way is during sex, or

I don’t think I’m ready to go down that

that argument.

for a moment, I find myself admiring his

much more beautiful when he isn’t frothing

rage.

Ok here

me?” I ask softly, leaning closer.

waiting for Zedkiel to rip my hand right off, but he

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

other night.”

before his eyes snap open and

eyes…

ZEDKIEL.

feel my Lycan struggling within me, and

to stay in