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.

leave the room to hunt for human blood if I

what he needs.

grab the bottle that Gray had brought for

it out to him as he glances

The final step of

blood, he will have

bottle from me and, throwing his head back, knocks

I can

sigh, licking his

red eyes

He’ll know what I did… and being a vampire means that every single one

feelings will be heightened…

“Kash…” I murmur.

but if he tries to attack, I’ m going to have to restrain

He tilts his head to the side, his hair falling in his eyes s*e*xily, as he advances on

feeling?” I ask, trying to stay

unpredictable…

feel light-headed and even when his hand

I don’t fear him, even if I

down, I don’t

killed me, princess… and now I’m

m relieved to see that he still

“Thank god.” I mutter, closing

to werewolves, and I

a part of Kash and he is drawn

even a small part of

neck tightens as his gaze dips to my

anger

he

“I can sense your thoughts.” He

the

“And what exactly do

He presses his body against me, caging me between

huskily, and before I can reply, his lips press

he kisses

I don’t really want to. He’s alive

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

radiating off him, feel his thick hard c*oc*k press against

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

at once…