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

not step out and rip him to

irritation and pain

for him. I gave myself

proof?” I whisper,

hurt.

right?” He says mockingly, his hold

as he caresses my cheek with the thumb of his other hand. But

It’s the

through my

look up at

But…

not act so innocent.” He says

then I can’t stop

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

what you’re set on believing, then there’s nothing

after, do take a second to look through that phone and then

it.” I say quietly as I grab his

stinging and I just want to go wash them

say anyway. 3

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

tears that escaped. They’re

soap. The

over

know he’s still here… I can feel his rage and hear the thudding of his heart

with

off, looking at his

to his Lycan again…

Zedkiel. They need to work on

did that mean? I

he has the

answers to and is the only one who can tell me.

things he may

wrap the towel around myself, and he turns, glancing at me. I

eyes that feel extremely tender thanks to the shampoo. I

satin shorts and a matching cami; I put them on

comb

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

Lycan… I simply plan to pretend

I just hope

bed not paying attention to Zedkiel, who takes off his sweatpants and for

at his a*s in

wanting him to catch me staring and get into

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

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

body behind me.

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

phone, this

one who kept it.’ The voice comes in

cruel

I say back, wondering if she’ll

Nothing.

to ask the Oracle. I needed to find out

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for Zedkiel to fall asleep, relieved he actually

leave and soon when his breathing

arm is under his head, and he’s lying on

chest

I sit up, and look at him;

or when

I’m ready to go down that

that argument.

a moment, I find myself admiring his

of art…. he looks so much more beautiful

rage.

Ok here

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

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

hear me, please can you come forth. I

other night.”

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

eyes…

ZEDKIEL.

eyes open the moment I feel my Lycan struggling within me, and

all to stay in