His Dark Obsession

Continuation from His Dark Obsession by Moonlight Muse to

His Fated Obsession (Book 2) Chapter 43- An Intense Awakening

ZIAHRA.

I killed him!

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My heartbeat rings in my ears, my entire body freezing up as I realise what I have just

done.

Blade’s body drops to the ground, and I jump back.

A shaky gasp leaves me as I stare at the dead body of one of my closest comrades.

Memories of the past ring through my head, and I grip my head as I stare at the blood

that now spreads across the laminate flooring.

‘I’ll always have your back Zia… Yeah? I’ll always have yours too… if anyone tries to

turn on you, I’ll have your back… Oh sure, I’ll try to never turn my back on anyone…’

I killed him…

I fall to my knees beside the two bodies, feeling as if everything is going wrong.

What have I done?

F*uc*k!

I close my eyes, taking a few steadying breaths.

“You’ve got this Ziahra.” I tell myself.

Breathe in… breathe out… I’ve got this…

A sharp gasp and the sudden thumping of a heart makes my head snap up.

My heart leaps when I see Kash’s eyes fly open, blazing red as he jolts upright. His

fangs are out as he scans the room, a look of pure hunger on his face.

the room to hunt for human blood if

what he needs.

bottle that Gray had brought for me earlier

and hold it out to him as he glances

The final step of his

Once he tastes human blood,

me and, throwing his

I can

a satisfied sigh, licking his lips as

eyes find

what I did… and being a vampire means that every single one

will be heightened… including

“Kash…” I murmur.

hurt him, but if he tries to attack, I’ m going to

the side, his hair falling in his eyes s*e*xily,

ask, trying to stay calm. New

unpredictable…

light-headed and even when his hand wraps

throat, I don’t fear him, even

Deep down, I don’t think

princess… and now I’m f*uc*king pissed off.” He

to black, and I’ m relieved to

god.” I mutter, closing

how important a wolf is to

a part of Kash and he is drawn to me. The last thing I wanted was

a small

grip on my neck tightens as his gaze

about that anger makes

his brow, as he backs me up against the

sense your

Ah… the

“And what exactly do you sense?” I

caging me between the wall and

huskily, and before I

he kisses

and I don’t really want to. He’s alive

I lock my arm around his neck, the other resting on his abs

off him, feel his thick

neck tightly, kissing me as if he hates and wants me

at once…