His Dark Obsession

His Fated Obsession (Book 2) Chapter 37. The Tree of Bonds

ZEDKIEL.

“My Goddess… I don’t think that’s possible.”

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Soren, one of the high servants, says to Evangeline.

It’s the following day, and we have spent the day learning everything we need to.

There is a lot here that needs doing, neglected for centuries. I’m shocked they’re even functioning without their leader.

Without their goddess, the people themselves are looked down upon as outcasts.

We are now in the palace garden, standing beneath the celestial tree of Bonds.

Its trunk and branches are silvery grey, shimmering under the light and upon the trunk is the same symbol that covers Evangeline’s back, engraved into the tree, shimmering a deep silvery black.

The leaves of the trees are a stunning mix of all shades of blues, each leaf is lighter at the centre with a deeper blue hue around the edges and upon these leaves are written the name of every couple that is tied together by the mate bond in a shimmering silver.

I can see the shimmering words, but they are in a language that I cannot read.

When a leaf falls from this tree, it means that one of the werewolves has passed away before meeting their fated mate. Also, when a leaf burns, it means the bond has been broken.

“I can’t remain here. There has to be a way, regardless of me taking this mantle, that I can walk the earth again.” Evangeline says, her voice strong and gentle, yet I can feel her worry through the bond.

With our marking completed, we are closer than ever. I glance at her. She looks breathtaking, her shimmering silver gown is adorned with gems and crystals along the shoulders and breasts, and her long hair is braided from the top and left open, cascading down her back and reaching her knees.

A crown adorns her head, and her hands and arms are covered with jewellery.

That’s something else I noticed. Despite the sun rising in the skies, her hair remains white. I wonder if it is because the true foundation of the Palace of Moonlight sits upon the moon?

Perhaps…

This conversation is something we ourselves have almost argued over… she promised to never leave me and yet she feels the burden of fixing things here, too. If that means I need to return here with her, then I will.

I walk around the tree wondering if my name is here. Every couple ever mated is part of this tree, if that bond survives anyway.

“We will think of a way. Perhaps we need something to hold your power for when you return to earth, because in your full celestial state, you cannot walk the earth.” Another high servant adds. “Yes… because even Selene went to earth to be with Raziel.”

Evangeline muses.

a melodic hum that resonates

talks to her subjects, sometimes I feel like I don’t recognise her, but then she looks at me and

grown and thrived

attention to me and blushes faintly, and I know it’s because of everything we did last

looks away shyly, making me smirk as

all, then. We will

Goddess walks towards me. The shimmering white

isn’t it?” She says, looking

her close,

of the tub with her legs spread for me, flashes through my mind, and I throb against her. Her hands that rest

you too, Little

apart and I gaze into those tawny eyes; eyes, hair and lips that I was once warned about… how this curse and the scriptures painted a false picture, but the truth is, we had to find our own answers and figure it all out ourselves. But at least now we know what we need to

I inhale

her hand to me. The top layer of her dress has

of the moon’s power, only then can I perform this task… But bonds are made here, in a way the tree and the moon help form those bonds, although it is the goddess’s duty to create them, she can only guide the process… Bonds are unique, and sometimes what the

this tree, do you think our names are written?” I ask, trying

and the branches rustle and move until a branch from

that has two identical leaves coming off the tiny branch.

to know how to read

name is on both.”

I figured.”

charred leaf as she turns her head to me, her eyes glistening

I have no qualm.” Her voice is soft, and I know

crazy that I want her crazy in love with me, and to only want me for herself? Yet

I say, “You are the woman

tilts her

me to accept her, history would repeat itself because there is no way I could treat you both equally. I love you f*uc*king

be different.” She whispers, her smooth creamy hands wrapping

me? You are simply going to allow another woman to be with me, and not be jealous?” I ask, unable to

hold enough love for us both.” She answers,

I don’t. She needs to be blessed with another mate, and I want you to do that.” I say, voicing the

widen in shock as she stares

deserves someone to love her as I love you.” I say, and I mean it. “She doesn’t deserve love out of pity,

pondering over what I’ve just said. “We would need to ask her. I don’t want her to think I did

of malice.” I say, and she raises