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 I

what he needs.

that Gray had brought for me earlier and swiftly unscrew

it out to

step

tastes human blood, he will have

bottle from me and, throwing

than I

out a satisfied sigh, licking his lips as he rolls his neck

red eyes

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

feelings will be heightened…

“Kash…” I murmur.

but if he tries to

head to the side, his hair falling in

trying to stay calm. New

unpredictable…

scent makes me feel light-headed and even when his

him, even

I don’t

killed me, princess… and now I’m f*uc*king

to black, and I’ m relieved to see that

“Thank god.” I mutter, closing my

to werewolves, and I ’ve seen him

and he is drawn to me.

up killing even a small

on my neck tightens as

about that anger

his brow, as he backs me up against

“I can sense your thoughts.” He growls

the connection between

do you sense?” I

caging me

want me.” He whispers huskily, and

as he

don’t really want to. He’s

his neck, the other resting on his

can feel the power radiating off him, feel his thick hard

his rage as he grips my neck tightly, kissing me as if he hates and

at once…