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

me to not step out and rip him to

feel a flash of irritation and pain

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

proof?” I whisper,

hurt.

this tournament, right?” He says mockingly,

he caresses my cheek with the thumb of his other

touch. It’s the touch

could rip through my skin

I look up at

But…

let’s not act so

satisfy you, then I can’t stop you, but for someone aiming

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

nothing I can say that will change

But… before or after, do take a second to look through that phone and

used it.” I say quietly as I grab his wrist and slowly tug free. from his painful

just want to go wash them out. There

say anyway. 3

to Zedkiel. I turn away from

tears that

of the soap. The tears were only

crying over every little

I can feel his rage and hear the

obviously struggling with what

off, looking at his rigid

to talk to his Lycan again… I need to

can’t tell Zedkiel. They need

mean? I know there are some things I’m

he has the

only one who can tell me. It would

things he

towel around myself, and he

extremely tender thanks to

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

a comb

The tension in this room is suffocating, but

want to call on his Lycan… I simply plan

just hope

get into bed not paying attention to Zedkiel, who takes off

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

to catch

head. I stay there relaxing

to react as the blanket is pulled slightly, and I can feel the heat of

body behind me.

angry. This is Sinclair’s

phone, this wouldn’t

voice comes in my head, making me

churns at the cruel tone in

‘I was scared.’ I say back,

Nothing.

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

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for Zedkiel to fall asleep, relieved he actually

rather than leave and soon when his breathing becomes steady and heavy, I

is under his head, and he’s

his chest rises and

Slowly I sit up, and look at

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

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

that argument.

steady and for a moment, I find myself admiring his

he looks so much more beautiful when he isn’t frothing at

rage.

Ok here goes

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

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

you come forth. I need to ask what you meant

other night.”

His brow furrows before his eyes snap open and

eyes…

ZEDKIEL.

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

to stay