His Dark Obsession

15 Her Secret

EVANGELINE.

I am fighting my tears as I run out the gates of the castle, trying not to let his lies and deception shatter me entirely.

A part of me is telling me to calm down and go back to him and make it clear he’s mine alone, but another part is telling me I had given him chances and it isn’t outside the norm for alphas to have mistresses.

Just the way his brothers and his father do…

I bite back a whimpering sob as Luna curls up within my mind.

Weren’t mates supposed to be one for one?

‘He won’t betray us.’ Luna whispers.

I can feel her pain but she’s still trying to comfort me.

‘Won’t he?’ Evelyn murmurs, unhelpfully.

Nothing I do can remove the image of him hugging her from my mind and even when I was trying to make sense of it, he was hell-bent on protecting her.

I keep running, speeding up when I sense others hot on my heels. It’s not hard to outrun them, although I know I can simply command them to stop and they would have to, but I don’t want to abuse my powers.

Soon, I find myself at the river bank, yet even the soothing sound of the gushing water does nothing to help the discord that has settled within me.

I approach the river and stare down at my reflection. My white fur seems to almost glow and my brilliant blue eyes are full of sadness.

No one explains how painful love can be…

I whimper softly as I walk along the riverbank until I spot a place down by the rocks and leap down, curling up pitifully. Anyone passing wouldn’t be able to see me unless they specifically look for me and step to the edge of the rocky cliff.

‘We need to go back to him.’ Luna urges, but I don’t want to hear it.

Not right now… I just need to collect my thoughts.

‘I know… but for now, I just want to be left alone.’ I reply, trying to hide my tears.

I can hide from Evelyn but there is no way to hide from Luna. She is my counterpart, a part of

Closing my eyes, I try to hide the pain that is crushing my heart.

The way he told me to stay quiet… his protective growl… but one that was not in my defence but hers.

I whimper, curling up tighter when I suddenly smell her.

The last person I want to see right now…

I hear the sound of bones snapping and don’t bother looking up.

“Evangeline, can we talk?” Isabella’s voice comes softly.

‘No.’ I reply.

explain myself, then I promise I will not be

coming around to her, pushing away the doubts I had, only for them to be

How foolish of me.

and me, on my eighteenth birthday one of my friends had added a strong dose of herbs to the drinks to get us all

So, something had happened….

That hurt…

didn’t he just

pretended

but it was just

promise you on my child’s life that there is nothing

over the rocks, but I know

Why would I run from

don’t move as she

we got intimate… but when I woke up… naked and alone in that bed, with the potent smell of blood filled my nose. I panicked, thinking something had happened to him. But… what I saw was far worse. We were no longer alone in the room; he didn’t even care to protect me from his men’s

blade clean, and before him were two chopped-up bodies… There was blood everywhere. It was a nightmare… I wish I noticed that inhuman dead

voice, and the thumping of her heart as her words sink

wrapped around her knees as she stares at the rippling water, unseeing, the haunted look in her eyes

“Then?’ I ask.

do. I clutched the bedding to me and asked him what

that she has been hiding so much more than I could have ever imagined. She’s not the

Her voice breaks

ahead. My own fated mate said that to his men.’ She finishes through the

I have overreacted, but more

taking a similar position to her, and pulling my knees up against my

if he finds out that I had his child, he’ll

sounds like a monster. No, he is

know and perhaps I

and it’s my fault. I promise you, I never wanted to cause a rift between the two

On the moon goddess….

I almost smile.

rare… and it’s said for those who find their mate, that it is

and I ask her the question

“Who is he?”

me and tilts her head.

her eyes shadow before she answers through the mind

beast of the

twists and my heart thuds as the ominous feeling of foreboding

I know of him.

does not have an ounce of humanity in him… Some even say that he doesn’t exist because he is never seen… yet the whispers of the horrors of his

my son from him, because if he knows of his existence…

trying to make

I’m sorry

is my fault, and I should

when I’m still alive.”