His Dark Obsession by Moonlight Muse

4. A Ball

EVANGELINE.

How could I be so stupid? How could I let myself believe he truly could love me? I felt foolish, I am what everyone says, what Celia said. I am a nobody, and I will never be anything to Sinclair other than someone to fill his bed on request.

I took a step back from him, needing some distance so I could think clearly. “B-but do you mean as yours on the side?” I whispered.

His gaze softened, and he sighed, stepping closer and grabbing me by my waist, he pulled me close.

“Of course. I care for you, but we both know you can’t be a Luna, or even bear pups. So, you should consider yourself lucky that I will still keep you. No one else will want you, but I still do.” He said softly. “I’m sorry if I scared you tonight, Evangeline, I just… you looked beautiful. You’re my little omega.”

His words stung, and somehow, I felt like the man I admired was vanishing but then why was his gaze so soft?

Maybe I was overreacting…

Deep down I didn’t believe that though, I was hurt.

The sound of footsteps approaching came and Sinclair’s eyes flashed with irritation before he stepped away from me. I on the other hand felt relieved as Grandmother Philomena came into view.

“Ah there you are, Evangeline! Come, I have a gift for you.” Her eyes flickered between us both before she motioned at me to hurry, and for the first time in my life I was thankful to get away from Sinclair.

I followed Grandmother Philomena not even realising I was shaking slightly. I had imagined my first kiss a thousand times, but it wasn’t how I had expected it…I never imagined it to be filled with so much torment. How I had dreamed of kissing Sinclair a thousand times, yet now that I had it hurt worse than the wishful thinking. For so long I wanted him and thought he would love me, I was naive as he didn’t love me. He loved the idea of me as his side whore and nothing more because I was an Omega… an object for him to use when he couldn’t be bothered to pleasure himself, right?

His apology niggled at my mind and the urge to run to my room filled me.

“Step up!” Grandmother Philomena said curtly.

“Yes, Grandmother Philomena!”

I hurried after her brisk stride until we ended up in the room, I had heard her and Alpha Aeron talking in.

“Right so the gift is, tomorrow evening there is a ball at the Alpha of Alphas castle and of course we are invited. I actually think it would be befitting for you to come, too.”

My stomach sank, so soon, they were getting rid of me so soon. I wouldn’t even be graced with a chance to say goodbye to the only home I have known. If it was not for the conversation earlier, I wouldn’t have been worried… but taking me to a ball on a full moon where all werewolves are more restless and hungrier… I knew it was how they were planning of ridding me from the pack.

“Grandmother, wi-will it be ok if I came? I mean, I’m just an Omega?”

“You will be fine, you will come as my assistant, and you are easy on the eyes. No one will mind. I will have your clothes sent to you, I expect you to be ready at nine in the evening, sharp!” She said, her tone leaving no room for argument.

“Yes ma’am.” I replied, lowering my head to her.

“Now off you go, enjoy the party, I shall head to bed.”

I turned, pausing, a part of me wanted to ask her what will happen to me now that I was a wolfless omega, but I couldn’t gather the courage and instead left the room bidding her goodnight…

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The following day I woke up exhausted, I hadn’t slept well, and had tossed and turned all night spending most of the night watching the shadows cast on the roof from my open curtains. I didn’t know how I’d face Sinclair after that, would he be angry at me for doing what I did? He has always been so good to me…

I sat up, clutching the duvet to my chest, my bedroom was on the far end of the house and with no direct sunlight it was one of the chillier rooms of the manor. Now I wonder if I was placed over here intentionally so as not to disturb the future Alpha.

Knowing I couldn’t stay in bed, I decided to spend the day cleaning after last night’s party. What better way to avoid Sinclair than this?

Hours passed, but I didn’t stop, making sure I cleaned every window in the mansion aside from Sinclair’s and the Alpha’s room. I was finally finishing the attic window when my gaze fell on Sinclair, who was in the training grounds behind the Manor gardens. He was shirtless as he trained with one of the warriors.

I watched him, my heart squeezing at what happened last night, and I sighed softly, slowly getting down from the stool I had used to reach the skylight window. I sat down on the stool and dropped the cloth into the bucket, gazing around the attic.

Boxes were piled to the side, as well as some crates and suitcases of things that were never used.

am going to have to face

“EVANGELINE!”

voice and quickly grabbed my bucket

I called, hurrying down the steps, flinching when I stubbed my toe on the corner of the wall. Pain shot through my toe and foot, and I barely held back the curse I wanted to let fly from

halt when I saw her climbing the stairs and heading toward me.

flatten out my clothes, wiping the dust, not wanting her to be disappointed in

feet and my hair which I knew must have cobwebs in them from the attic.

You may be an Omega, but you have had the upbringing of a lady, do well to remember that. I don’t want you to disappoint me tonight.” I dropped my gaze, feeling her words cutting deeper than usual, they

I replied, clutching my

as she came over and slapped my

I said about

straight, sticking my chin out, fixing my

my room.

Grandmother Philomena was never so snappy with me, I wondered if her worries had gotten the better of her. Or was it that I was a disappointment and she was now truly

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just how much it took to just get dressed up. It made no sense how girls did themselves up like this everyday, to me, it seemed like such a waste of time. This was worse than my birthday, a full body wax, which I refused to let the beautician do around my private areas, but knowing how Grandmother Philomena

finished getting dressed in the black dress, with heavy smoky makeup and my hair up in a quiff with the

silent room, the ticking of the clock loud in my ears. Almost as if the clock was taunting me, ticking down to my

tock, tick tock, tick

intense, and soon the beating of my heart joined it. Each passing second was dragging

Thud, thud, thud.

it wanted to leap out my throat, butterflies filled my stomach, making me nauseous, and I could feel a headache building

suddenly a loud knock

shouted, my voice

none other than Sinclair stepped inside, he looked incredibly handsome in a black tux. His hair

couldn’t bring myself to plaster a fake smile on my face, instead I watched him stop just

come in for a moment?” He

he didn’t

said, he nodded, shutting the door

me up inside, but I forced a smile onto my

front of him before he sighed and took a seat on the bed

to apologise for last night.”

looked at him, confused at the regret

just a misunderstanding? I

know when the full moon is near how restless we get, especially

up nervously, playing with the slinky crushed velvet fabric of my black dress as I

didn’t need to apologise, but he was. That had to mean something…

suddenly feeling a lot

so much for me and always taken care of me. One mistake is nothing.” I replied, holding my hand out to

eyes lit up and that

He replied appreciatively, raising his own hand and pressing it against

we did since I was a

so much

back to how they

as he stood up. I peered up at him, remembering grandmother’s words from last night about getting rid of

ok tonight?” I

looked at me

be? Fear not Angel, I’ll be right by your

time ever he broke a promise, I just hoped his word was true this time. I couldn’t tell him about the conversation that I had overheard, and so, I simply followed him from the

that feeling of

did I feel like something big was going to

—–

my mouth when I first set sight on that dark stone castle. Even with the lights and the music, it still held an ominous feeling. Like a predator

Philomena hissed, swatting

through the entrance. Yet the more