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

her, but then she

just grown and thrived into a

and I know it’s because

me smirk

We will look

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

isn’t it?” She

her close, before claiming those plush lips in a sizzling kiss.

that rest on my bare chest now run up my shoulders, wrapping around my neck tightly as she kisses me harder. ‘Oh, I love you so much, Zedkiel.’

love you

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 do. We will fix this. “So, how does this tree work?” I ask,

I inhale her scent, one that has become

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

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 Goddess foresees may not always be the best, but once the bond is created it cannot be

tree, do you think our names are

would mean when someone is mated to a monster.She nods as she reaches up and the branches rustle and move until a branch from far up

coming off the tiny branch. One glowing brightly, and one… burnt and shrivelled

read the names

is on

figured.”

as she turns her head to me, her eyes

Her voice is soft, and I know she senses my

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

conflict within me, Evangeline.” I say, “You are the woman

skips a beat, but she tilts her head, waiting for me

itself because there is no way I could treat you both equally. I love you f*uc*king crazily. If we were

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

“So you don’t feel possessive of me? You are simply going to allow another

love for us both.” She

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

eyes widen in shock as she stares

her wolf is gone, but she deserves someone to love her as I love you.” I say, and I mean it. “She doesn’t deserve love out of pity, or to be second

I’ve just said. “We would need to ask her. I don’t want her to

of malice.” I say,