His Dark Obsession

The Right Question

safe.”Alpha King Ambrose steps forward and gives Franco a nod and I try to ignore all the looks that I can feelon me. “Furthermore, if I find out that anyone who is part of this contest or anyone acting on their behalf is behind this, rest assured they will be expelled from the tournament immediately and punished severely.” A silence follows, and the king continues after a couple of moments. “Thank you and congratulations to you all. Tonight’s match will be one that I’m certain we will all enjoy. Hand-to-hand combat between the Alphas!”Claps and cheering break out behind us and I hear Zedkiel mutter ‘foolish’ and I can’t disagree. Do they realise the winner of this contest shall take the throne? Is this really a wise way to choose? We need a king who cares for his people, one who will be best for the kingdom. Is this tournament really going to prove that? Is this contest just to please the people, when we need to choose a king, not a champion…I keep my thoughts to myself as the eight alphas look at one another. The rules and time for the matches for the evening are announced and the excitement builds. The opponents will be paired randomly tonight. “Prepare to eat dirt.” Zedkiel says, turning and walking out. I follow, trying not to run but still trying to keep up. “You don’t need to follow me.”I freeze at the coldness in his tone, but after what I said to him last night, I can’t blame him. I need to apologise for that.“Zedkiel… about last night… I didn’t mean what I said. I don’t even know why I said it.” I whisper softly.“Yet you said it, but you’re not wrong. I am basically a cold, heartless monster.” He sneers, walking off.” Stay away from me.”I sigh softly but don’t follow him. I need to go to see the Oracle, and if Zedkiel needs space, then I’ll give it to him. Until tonight, when I’ll be here to support him.Glancing around the hall, I head down the hall toward the Oracle’s quarters. It’s time I got those answers.I reach the Oracle’s room soon enough, however, with every step I take, I begin to doubt myself strongly.“You’ll regret it.’ That voice again.‘No. I won’t, and I know what I’m going to ask.” I say coldly.I knock on the door lightly, taking a deep breath. ‘Turn around!’“No.”I can feel the pull from inside of me, the determination that she wants me to turn back.‘No, I actually have something very important to ask her.’ I