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 step out and rip him to

feel a flash of irritation and pain rush through me, and

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

proof?” I whisper,

hurt.

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

cheek with the thumb

It’s

could rip through

at him,

But…

so let’s not act so innocent.” He

then I can’t stop you, but

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

on believing, then there’s nothing

to look through that phone

as I grab his wrist and slowly

want to go wash

say anyway. 3

up to Zedkiel. I turn away from him and step

and the few stray tears that

the soap. The tears

I stopped crying over every

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

obviously struggling with what to

water off, looking at his

to his Lycan again… I need to ask him why

can’t tell Zedkiel. They need to work on their

What did that mean? I know there are

he has the

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

things he may already

wrap the towel around myself, and he turns,

tender thanks to the shampoo. I quietly walk

and a matching cami;

a comb

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

on his Lycan… I simply plan to pretend to sleep

hope he doesn’t

bed not paying attention to Zedkiel, who takes

his

away quickly, not wanting him to catch me staring and

head. I stay there relaxing my breathing and

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

body behind me.

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

phone, this

who kept it.’ The voice comes in

cruel tone in her

scared.’ I say back, wondering

Nothing.

what I needed to ask the Oracle. I needed to find

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to fall asleep,

soon when his breathing becomes steady

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

and his chest rises and

up, and look at

if the only way is during sex, or when he

to go down that path with

that argument.

breathing is steady and for a moment, I find

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

rage.

Ok here

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

right off, but he doesn’t move. “I

you come forth. I need to ask what you

other night.”

eyes snap open and I’m staring into a pair of

eyes…

ZEDKIEL.

feel my Lycan struggling within me, and

to stay in