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

pain rush through me, and I glare

already told you I don’t care for

proof?” I whisper,

hurt.

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

thumb of his other hand. But there’s nothing

touch. It’s the

through my skin

up at

But…

act so innocent.”

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

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

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

after, do take a second to look through that phone

it.” I say quietly as I grab his wrist

want to go wash them out. There is

say anyway. 3

Zedkiel. I turn away from him

stray tears that escaped. They’re burning now…

rest of the soap. The tears

stopped crying over every

here… I can feel his rage and hear the

with what

his rigid back. He’s half-drenched, but he’s unbothered.

towel. I need to talk to his Lycan again…

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

that mean? I know there

he has the

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

things he

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

eyes that feel extremely tender thanks

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

a comb

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

to call on his Lycan… I simply plan

I just hope he

not paying attention to Zedkiel,

I’m staring at his a*s in those

him to catch me staring and get into

head. I stay there relaxing my breathing and when

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

body behind me.

and I feel angry. This is

this wouldn’t

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

cruel tone

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

Nothing.

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

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waiting for Zedkiel to fall asleep, relieved he actually got

when his breathing becomes steady and

him. His arm is under his head, and he’s lying on his back,

and his chest rises and falls

at him; how do you

the only way is during sex, or

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

that argument.

His breathing is steady and for a moment, I find myself

a work of art…. he looks so much more beautiful when he isn’t

rage.

here

softly, leaning closer. I

right off, but he doesn’t move. “I need

can you come

other night.”

His brow 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,

to stay in