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.

regather myself, knowing if I embarrass

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

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

plummeting as I wondered if I had done anything that could have angered her over the

something else. Surely it couldn’t only be because she was concerned about Sinclair’s feelings towards me. If I could just figure it out, I could apologise and make it up to her. Show her how much I appreciated her kindness all

my fork clanging on 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

Breathe Evangeline. Breathe.

deafening growl I had ever heard made the chandeliers shake. I jumped at the sound, my knee hitting the tabletop beneath

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

“Sinclair!”

thudded when I heard grandmother’s cry. I stood, knocking my chair over. The sound

He’ll kill you.” She whispered,

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

my utter horror, I saw none other than Prince Zedkiel pinning Sinclair to the wall, his elongated claws digging into

more, 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,

him! Everyone, even the king, was simply watching as they stood

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

turning to the nearest man, but he simply

Zedkiel growled, his

Ambrose called, his face pale as he glared at his

look on his face and when his hand tightened around Sinclair’s throat I could see he was enjoying this. A chilling smirk crossed his

“P-please let him

either going to vomit or pass out. I heard a few gasps,

me, and I took a step back, nearly tripping over my own feet as any bravado I had left

my

eyes, but I turned my attention to the Prince, although I

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

when he turned his attention to me, my heart sinking when he stalked

where it will take place. But if I was to die, at least it was

closed my eyes, my heart thumping in my

out a shaking sob, my eyes flying open in fear. But, where moments earlier there was only white-hot anger it

mouse trying to save you.” He sneered,

tried again.

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

was clear they all feared Prince Zedkiel far more, because his father

Alpha of Alpha’s was willing to

such force he went smashing into the table behind him, the force knocking it into the table behind.

me away, I was certain I had imagined it. The rough

He warned his younger brother. Zedkiel shoved

to share a grave

when

He might hurt her

her away. He needed someone

eyes flashing as she looked at

me, a noise I had never heard her make towards

said nothing, she was

Zedkiel, if I may?” Grandmother Philomena spoke clearly, no ounce of fear in her

tracks. “My grandson has foolishly insulted you, and on

and raised

will one apology fix his

did Sinclair

I didn’t want Zedkiel to

sank as my

No, this wasn’t happening! She meant

arm with shaking hands. I could feel his gaze on me, like