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.

night… flashes of my nightmares filled my mind again and I tried to regather myself, knowing if I embarrass Grandmother

I can. However, I

here as her assistant. Yet she

sent my stomach plummeting as I wondered if I had done anything that could

she was concerned about Sinclair’s feelings towards me. If I could just figure it out, I could apologise and

plate made me set it down quickly. Looking

Breathe Evangeline. Breathe.

I had ever heard made

room. Fear so strong I could feel it, like this entity eating up and feeding on

“Sinclair!”

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

kill you.” She

she meant, my only thought was to

and through the arch to the brighter-lit dining hall. To my utter horror, I saw none other than Prince Zedkiel pinning Sinclair to the wall, his elongated claws digging into

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

helping him! Everyone, even the king,

him just standing there from his position a few seats down from the king. He was

turning to the nearest man,

that again.” Zedkiel growled, his grip

Supreme Alpha Ambrose called, his face pale as he glared at

see the cold contemptuous look on his face and when his hand tightened around Sinclair’s throat I could see he was enjoying this.

“P-please let

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

gaze of the Prince that terrified me, and I took a step back, nearly tripping

stuttered, clutching my hands in

but I turned my attention to

throwing Sinclair mercilessly to the ground and my hands instantly reached for Sinclair wanting to help him, only for Zedkiel’s growl to make me

when he turned his attention to me, my

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

my eyes, my heart

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

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

Ambrose tried again. “Unhand the

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

was mocking the Alpha king… did he fear no one? Yet it was clear they

the Alpha of Alpha’s was willing to

I could even see, Zedkiel raised his leg kicking him with such force he went smashing into

had imagined it. The rough shove sent me to the floor. He turned and to my horror headed towards Sinclair

shoved his brother, stalking Sinclair like he

a grave with him,

when grandmother Philomena

He might

up, wanting to pull her away. He needed someone strong to save

hand, her eyes flashing as she looked

at me, a noise I had

but said nothing, she was disappointed in me… I had messed up

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

foolishly insulted you, and on

to her and raised

will one

What did

someone came to her side, I didn’t want Zedkiel to

my head snapped

No, this wasn’t

shaking hands. I could feel his gaze on me, like a beast before it