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

don’t recognise her, but then she looks at me and all those doubts

Little Mouse in there, just grown and thrived into a goddess

faintly, and I know it’s because of

me smirk as I continue to watch

all, then. We will look for

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

isn’t it?” She

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

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

you too,

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

her, and I inhale her scent, one that has become even more

The top layer of her dress has three loops over her arms, extending the

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 Goddess foresees may not

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

up and the branches rustle and move until a branch from far up lowers itself

of a branch that has two identical leaves coming off the tiny branch. One glowing brightly, and one… burnt and shrivelled

how to read the names to know

name is on

figured.” I say

as she turns her head to me, her

no qualm.” Her voice

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

not understanding the conflict within me, Evangeline.” I say, “You are the

she tilts her head,

feel sympathy towards Evelyn. She doesn’t deserve this, but even if you wanted 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 crazily. If we were ever in a room together, it would be you I’d want by my side.” I sigh as I cup

could be different.” She whispers, her smooth creamy

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

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

and I want you to do that.” I say, voicing the thought that has niggled at my mind from the very

widen in shock as she stares at

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 best, she deserves someone to love

would need to ask her. I don’t want

of malice.” I