His Dark Obsession by Moonlight Muse

Chapter 5 Terrified
EVANGELINE.

“Evangeline!” Grandmother Philomena hissed, stomping my foot, and yanking me from my thoughts.

I blinked, staring at her for a second, before looking around the room fearfully and at the broad back of Zedkiel Vilkas.

I needed to leave.

No one talked to him, each one lowering their head to him as he passed by, he didn’t even bother paying respect to his father. He took a glass of alcohol from a tray as he passed, downing it in one gulp.

“Did you forget your manners, child!” Grandmother muttered, her grip on my arm painfully tight, bringing tears to my eyes as she dug her nails in.

“Y-you’re… it hurts.” I whimpered. Her hard gaze was filled with obvious irritation before she let go. I resisted the urge to rub my arm. “I’m sorry. I just…” I gave up trying to explain through the stutter I seemed to develop.

I couldn’t express how or what he made me feel, it would be an insult to the royal family and everyone nearby would hear it if I told her here.

“No excuses. Are you trying to embarrass us?” She muttered, casting a glance around.

“I’m sorry.” I lowered my head to her but despite my apology my mind was churning with thoughts.

The man from my nightmares was surely him. Was it the future? A premonition of some sort?

Our clothing in the dreams were strange, I was wearing a heavy ball dress, much like those of the past, and he was wearing a tunic and leather pants… The only difference was that the Prince had short hair, and the man in my nightmares had longer hair.

A cold shiver ran down my spine and I shuddered as I found myself looking at the man who was standing against one of the far walls. No one approached him, and the tension surrounding him seemed to ripple violently around the room.

Some instinct told me to hide away from his gaze, maybe if I lie low we may never have to see one another again!

–

Dinner was soon served, a lavish eight-course meal, but I had no appetite. I was seated at a table in the smaller dining room where the staff of the ranked werewolves were seated.

However, I was at a higher table, on a slight dais with five other omegas. They were important, I could see that as all were dressed in extremely fine dresses. I was too preoccupied to wonder who they were though. The sooner this evening was over the better.

“So, who do you belong to? I’m Lucia, by the way.” One of them asked, looking me over.

I turned to her, having been too lost in my thoughts.

“Evangeline… Umm, belong to?” I asked.

A few exchanged looks and the one who had spoken raised an eyebrow.

“Yes, you must belong to one of the princes if you’re at this ball or sitting at our table.” Lucia replied.

Confusion flitted through me. “I came with lady Philomena Welhaven.”

“Ah, a gift, then.” Another woman stated, exchanging looks with Lucia.

“A g-gift?” I asked, my stomach flipping sickeningly as realisation struck. Grandmother Philomena wanted me gone… would she give me to the royal family? But I had no wolf, I could be killed!

“I hope she’s not for Prince Ragnar.” A third woman muttered, hostility lacing her words as she cut a glare my way.

These women were the omegas of the royals, and it was obvious they were held in high regard, I knew most of the princes would have more than one… but it seemed clear only some were favoured.

Luciana leaned closer to the woman next to her, lowering her voice as she cast a worried glance my way. “Maybe she’s for him… but she’s so young.” Luciana whispered anxiously.

The woman tossed her napkin onto the table, nearly making her glass of wine topple over. “Who cares, none survive until the morning.” The rude woman added.

“Hush Nadia.” Luciana scolded.

Nadia simply scoffed. But their conversation had already filled me with dread. My lip quivers and I bite down on the tender flesh, as I fiddle with my fingers.

regather myself, knowing if I embarrass Grandmother Philomena any

I can. However, I could barely hold it properly,

myself. Grandmother Philomena brought me here as her assistant. Yet she hadn’t treated me as one, instead referring to

if I had done anything that could have angered

feelings towards me. If I could just figure it

set it down quickly. Looking up, the women at the table were watching me

Breathe Evangeline. Breathe.

when the most terrifying, deafening growl I had ever heard made the chandeliers shake. I jumped at

like this entity eating up and feeding on the fear that oozed from us all, the energy only growing more

“Sinclair!”

heard grandmother’s cry. I stood, knocking my chair over. The sound echoed in the room.

go. He’ll kill you.”

didn’t care who she meant, my only thought was to make sure Sinclair was

horror, I saw none other than Prince Zedkiel pinning Sinclair to the wall, his elongated

his grip on his throat tightening as Sinclair’s face started to turn purple. Zedkiel’s dark, menacing aura swirling around him was so strong,

helping him! Everyone, even the king,

from his position a few seats down from

turning to the nearest man, but he

that again.” Zedkiel growled,

pale as

face and when his hand

me move. “P-please let him go!” I braved

was either going to vomit or pass out. I heard a

turned to me in shock, but it was the gaze of the Prince that terrified me, and I took a

stuttered, clutching my

murmured, there was something I couldn’t decipher in his eyes, but I turned my attention to the Prince, although I was unable to look

instantly reached for Sinclair wanting to

at me and I flinched when he turned his attention to me, my heart sinking when he

not where it will take place.

my heart thumping in

he roughly gripped my jaw I let out a shaking sob, my eyes flying open in fear. But, where

have a little mouse trying

tried again.

looked over his shoulder at his father, who was now standing. “You want to save her… come and get her

did he fear no one? Yet it was clear they all feared Prince Zedkiel far more, because his

Alpha of Alpha’s was willing to

us but the moment he was close, faster than I could even see, Zedkiel raised his leg kicking him with such force he went smashing into the table behind him, the force knocking it into the table

over, but then he pushed me away, I was certain I had imagined it. The rough shove sent me to the floor. He turned and to my horror headed towards Sinclair

warned his younger brother. Zedkiel shoved his brother, stalking Sinclair like he was

to share a grave with him, brother.”

I turned when

grandmother! He might

to pull her away. He needed someone strong to

her eyes flashing as she looked

noise I

pang of hurt but said nothing, she was disappointed

if I may?” Grandmother Philomena spoke clearly,

“My grandson has foolishly insulted you, and on his behalf I apologise to you.” She

and raised one of

will one

What did Sinclair

someone came to her side, I didn’t want Zedkiel to hurt her. “A prized

heart sank as my head snapped towards

No, this wasn’t happening! She meant

panicked whisper, clutching her arm with shaking hands. I could feel his gaze on me, like a beast before it devours