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!

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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.

flashes of my nightmares filled my mind again and I tried to regather myself, knowing if I embarrass Grandmother Philomena any more than

as best I can. However, I could barely hold it properly, the

here as her assistant. Yet she hadn’t treated me

thought sent my stomach plummeting as I wondered if I had done anything

could just figure it out, I could apologise and make it up

the expensive china plate made me set it down quickly. Looking up, the women at the table were watching me while Nadia smirked, I placed my hands in my lap trying to

Breathe Evangeline. Breathe.

calm myself when the most terrifying, deafening growl I had ever heard made the chandeliers shake. I

instantly, and a wave of fear spread through the room. Fear so strong I could feel it, like this entity eating up and

“Sinclair!”

I stood, knocking my chair over. The sound echoed in the room. I

go. He’ll kill you.” She

care who she meant, my only

To my utter horror, I saw none

which only seemed to anger Zedkiel more, his grip on his throat tightening as Sinclair’s face started to turn purple. Zedkiel’s dark, menacing aura swirling around him

looked around the room, why was no one helping him! Everyone, even the king, was simply watching as they stood

felt despair when I saw him just standing there from his position a

him!” I whimpered, turning to the

that again.” Zedkiel growled,

Alpha Ambrose called, his face pale as he glared at

could see the cold contemptuous look on his face and when his

me move. “P-please let

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

terrified me, and I took a step back, nearly tripping over my own feet as

my hands

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

the ground and my hands instantly reached for Sinclair wanting to help him,

and I flinched when he turned his attention

my death at his hand, not where it will take place. But if I

my heart thumping

jaw I let out a shaking sob, my eyes flying open in fear. But, where moments earlier there was only white-hot anger it was now mixed with something

have a little mouse trying to save you.” He sneered,

Ambrose tried again.

looked over his shoulder at his father, who was now standing. “You want to save

clear they all feared Prince Zedkiel far

even the Alpha of Alpha’s was willing to take on

to approach 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

I was certain I had imagined it. The rough shove sent me to the floor. He turned and to my horror headed towards Sinclair who was being helped up

He warned his younger brother. Zedkiel shoved

share a grave with him, brother.”

I turned when

might hurt her

to pull her away. He needed someone strong

her hand, her eyes flashing as

a noise I had never heard

a pang of hurt but said nothing, she was

Grandmother Philomena spoke clearly, no ounce of fear in her voice, no

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

turned to her and raised one

how will one apology fix his

did Sinclair

an apology… a compensation.” Grandmother continued as I prayed someone came to her side, I didn’t want Zedkiel to hurt her. “A prized possession of the Welhaven family. An omega I

sank as my head

No, this wasn’t happening!

shaking hands. I could feel his gaze on