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.

is different, almost like a

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

just grown

and blushes faintly, and I know it’s because of

away shyly, making me smirk as I continue

We will look for a way, My

to her before they leave and my beautiful Goddess walks towards me. The shimmering white mist masks

She says, looking at

as you.” I reply, gripping her waist and pulling her close,

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

love you

scriptures painted a false picture, but the truth is, we had to find

breath hitches, a soft sigh escaping her, and I inhale her scent, one

me. The top layer of her dress

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

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

mated to a monster.She nods as she reaches up and the branches rustle and move until a

the tip of a branch that has two identical leaves coming off the tiny branch. One

to read the names to know who

on both.”

figured.”

the charred leaf as she turns her

qualm.” Her voice is soft,

I want her crazy in love with me, and to only want me for herself? Yet here she is telling me she’s fine to love

say, “You are the woman I desire,

skips a beat, but she tilts her

her, history would repeat itself because there is no way I could treat you both equally. I love you f*uc*king crazily. If we were ever in a

She whispers, her smooth creamy hands

don’t feel possessive of me? You are simply going to allow another woman to be with me, and not be jealous?” I ask, unable to hide the

love for us both.” She answers, reaching up and wrapping her

needs to be blessed with another mate, and I want you to do that.” I say, voicing the thought that has niggled at my mind from the very first time we were told about this tree.

in shock as she stares at

her as I love you.” I say, and I mean it.

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

out of malice.” I say, and she raises her