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

irritation and pain rush through

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

proof?” I whisper,

hurt.

for this tournament, right?” He says mockingly,

he caresses my cheek with the thumb of

It’s the touch of

rip through my skin if he

at him,

But…

so let’s not act

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

don’t care for

then there’s nothing I can say

or after, do take a second to look through

used it.” I say quietly as I grab his

and I just want to go wash them out. There is nothing more

say anyway. 3

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

my eyes and the few stray tears that escaped.

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

I stopped crying over every little thing?

feel his rage and hear the thudding of his

struggling with what to

looking at his

sigh softly, grabbing a towel. I need to talk to his Lycan again… I need to ask him

need

My dark mate… What did that mean? I

he has the

one who can tell

he may

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

extremely tender thanks to the

the bedroom, grabbing satin shorts and

a comb through

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

to call on his Lycan… I simply plan to

hope he doesn’t

to Zedkiel, who takes off his sweatpants

I’m staring at his

him to catch

there relaxing my breathing and when

best not to react as the blanket is pulled

body behind me.

speaks and I feel angry. This is Sinclair’s fault.

this wouldn’t

it.’ The voice comes in my head, making me tense. My

the cruel tone

scared.’ I say

Nothing.

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

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

leave and soon when his breathing

under his head, and he’s lying on his back, his

his chest rises and

I sit up, and look at him;

only way is during sex, or when he loses control. Will

I don’t think I’m ready to go down that path with Zedkiel again, not

that argument.

steady and for a moment, I find myself admiring his features. He truly

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

rage.

here goes

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

off, but

you come forth.

other night.”

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

eyes…

ZEDKIEL.

I snap my eyes open the moment I feel

to stay in