His Dark Obsession

Acting Fast

through the courtyards heading to the far end. “Grandmother Philomena made sure I was well educated in such matters.” I explain when the guards outside the entrance to the vast greenhouse unlock the door and allow us to enter. 1Ok… here I go…I quickly begin looking around at the vast range of herbs and plants. Lately, I feel as if my sense of smell is stronger. I step away and head to the back. My greatest bet is that it is Vervain that was used and to treat that I will use a variety of herbs, when mixed together it can slow the poison. 2“Philomena indeed was strict with her education. My sister always used to say Philomena was very determined to make her learn it all when it came to knowledge.” He chuckles.I never knew the king had a sister.“I see, she isn’t wrong. Grandmother Philomena is one with great knowledge. I never knew your majesty has a sister.” I say as I pick up a small tray and pick out a branch of monkswood.“Had a sister, she passed years ago.” Alpha Ambrose corrects solemnly. 4“Oh, I’m sorry.”He shakes his head. “No need to be.” He looks at his hands and I remain silent. Although I want to know more about her, I’m too stressed out about Zedkiel. I grab the last of what I need, collecting a small pestle and mortar before turning to the king.“I think I have everything.” He nods and, coming over, places a cloth on top of the tray to hide what we are taking. “Thank you, your majesty.”“Not at all, dear.” He smiles at me before he leads the way out. (1Getting back to our quarters, he doesn’t come inside simply saying to keep him updated via one of the guards before he leaves. Entering the bedroom, I lock the door behind me.“Zedkiel,” I call, hurrying to the bathroom.My heart squeezes to see he’s still sitting there, doubled over in obvious pain.I place the tray on the ground before I begin breaking some of the herbs into the mortar and crushingthem.“Do you have any idea what you’re doing?” He asks h***sely.I look up and nod. After a few moments, I have the paste prepared, scooping some up with my fingers. I begin spreading it on his skin where it’s burning to the touch and looks slightly bruised.He hisses and moves back. “Careful woman.”I raise an eyebrow, “Hold still, it’s going to sting a little, but it should help.”“I doubt you know what you’re doing.” He retorts, moving back once again.I frown as I glare at him. “Stop being fussy. We’ve already wasted enough time! Now please behave.”“Behave?” He asks with a raised eyebrow, and I don’t miss the amusement in his eyes.I pout. He doesn’t understand how worried I am. This isn’t a time for jokes or games!“Yes…” I reply softly, brushing my fingers over his skin as I apply the paste. “I think there was definitely something on Octavius’s gloves. The bruising is exactly where he struck you.”He nods but doesn’t reply and I can feel him watching me silently, his head tilted slightly. I feel my cheeks burn up and once again I remember what he had said…He preferred her…“Aren’t you angry at him for poisoning you?” I ask.“No.”How strange, I don’t even get why he is so calm….I finish applying the balm and move back. Getting up, I rinse my hands before taking some gauze from the first aid box.“C-can I wrap this around you?” I ask, blushing when our eyes meet.He smirks and c*cks a brow.“Say please.”Goddess, this isn’t the time for this!I blush before I take a deep breath. “Please,” I reply, reminding myself he’s the patient.He smirks, and I can’t deny how handsome he looks before he sits up straight and lifts his arm. For a moment I admire his body that I’m certain would rival a g*d’s.I smile faintly, wrapping the bandage around him. Once it’s done, he exhales and runs a hand down his head.“How do you feel?” I ask, tucking the end of the bandage in.“Good… were you worried?”I look up slowly, my heart s**pping a beat. “Of course, I was…” I say softly. My heart thumps and I look down before braving my next words. “I know you don’t like me when I’m my normal self-”He cuts me off by placing a finger to my lips, his other arm snaking around my waist as he pulls me closer, and I kneel between his legs. His lips meet my neck and I close my eyes as sparks of pleasuredance along my skin, making me shiver.“I was wrong… I rather you be yourself, the Evangeline I fell for.” He says huskily. 7My heart hammers as I let those words sink in and I know