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.

voice is different, almost like a melodic hum that resonates

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

just grown and thrived into

and I know it’s

making me smirk as I continue

We will look for a way,

leave and my beautiful Goddess walks towards me. The shimmering

isn’t it?” She says, looking at the

her close, before

against her. Her hands that rest on my bare chest now run up

you

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

her, and I inhale her scent, one

layer of her dress

moon help form those bonds, although it is the goddess’s duty to create them, she can only

somewhere on this tree, do you think our names

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

coming off the tiny branch. One glowing brightly,

to know how to read the names to

is on both.”

figured.” I say

turns her head to me, her eyes

voice is soft, and

her crazy in love with me, and to only want

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

skips a beat, but she tilts

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

I think this time, things could be different.” She

a brow, displeased. “So you 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

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

that.” I say, voicing the thought that has niggled at my mind from the very first time we

shock as she

her as I love you.” I say, and I mean

I’ve just said. “We would need to ask her. I don’t want her to think I did this out of

anything out of malice.”