His Dark Obsession by Moonlight Muse

Chapter 9 His

EVANGELINE.

A squeak left my mouth, and I wondered if perhaps I was a mouse shifter. 1

The prince turned, and I clamped my eyes shut, not wanting to see anything else that might be unforgettable. I shivered when I heard him approach and cracked open one eye, turning my head away as I hurried to the table in his room, and placed the tray down.

Run Evangeline!

Why was he naked anyway?!

“Yo-your b-breakfast – eek!” I squeaked when his hand wrapped around my upper arm and yanked me away from the table. I winced at the pain that shot through me, I wasn’t completely better yet. I clamped my eyes shut, staying rigid as he held me, very aware of the heat from his body.

“You’re a strange one.” He muttered so quietly that I wasn’t sure I heard him correctly. “Open your eyes.” He growled, the command in his voice forcing me to oblige.

The fear returned along with that powerful aura, memories of my nightmares returning with vengeance, and I found myself unable to move as I stared into those eyes that were such a beautiful shade.

Would my death come soon?

“I-I’m sorry, please forgive me.” I whispered terrified as I lowered my head to him, only for my eyes to fall on his manhood… 1

My eyes widened in surprise and horror,

and now I realised why no woman lived. If I had thought the men I had accidentally seen were fairly well endowed, then the Alpha was on an entirely new level.

I could feel my cheeks burning with embarrassment, realising he wasn’t even turned on. I felt an odd, funny feeling inside and bit my lip.

Hearing him scoff I looked up suddenly, and straight into those cold eyes that made all embarrassment fade and be replaced with fear once again. “Don’t forget whose presence you’re in Little Mouse.” His cold, menacing warning came, before he leaned closer, inhaling my scent from my neck.

Did I stink? What was he sniffing? Was it the fear?

“Yes, my prince.” I replied, trying to calm my beating heart, biting into my lip

to stop myself from whimpering in fear. The taste of blood in my mouth told me I had bit down too hard.

Goddess, please leave me alone…

He let go of me suddenly as if I were poison, and I almost stumbled when he shoved me away, luckily missing the table before I fell on top of his breakfast.” Get out!” He snarled.

“Y-yes,” I whispered, backing away from him, my heart thundering when I saw his claws elongate.

Terror wrapped around me as I hurried to the door, I didn’t know where to go, but anywhere away from him would work.

“Go to the head Omega and ask her for clothes.” He hissed, and when his gaze fell on me, I saw his eyes were blazing red.

“Yes, Alpha Prince.” I whispered, turning

and running from the bedroom. I stumbled over the hem of my sweatpants and rushed to the door that led to the hall, relieved to be away from him.

I flinched when I heard something break, followed by more things crashing to the ground. What had triggered him?

The visions from my nightmare were still hanging at the forefront of my mind, and I slowly made my way towards the kitchen, surely someone there would tell me where to find the head Omega.

Right now, thinking about school and wishing for that old life back felt like a dream. I should have been grateful for what I had, instead of wishing the days away… Now, look where I am.

Spotting two omega women walking by, I hurried over and asked for directions, luckily they told me and I wasn’t too far. I felt lost in this castle, but anywhere was

better than in the prince’s quarters.

odd… Was he going feral? Was that how he killed the women, or

Omega Dolores Palmer – on a gold plate on the

brisk voice called,

clothing to one side, including shelves with boxes that I assumed were footwear. To the left were two large tables with papers and files scattered over them. The wall behind them held many charts.

far too messy to belong to

the tall woman who stood there looking me up and down. “State your name, business, and who you belong

one who told me to come for clothes.” I said hurriedly, the words sounding weird

her eyes running over me. “You have a lot of potential…

She murmured more to

“Position?”

I asked, confused.

you aren’t one of his claimed

that I had served him breakfast. She raised an eyebrow before clucking her tongue.

we’ll give you a variety of items. “She said, jotting something down before taking

glad the shirt was long as she began taking my measurements. Her eyebrow shot up as she measured my waist. “A lot curvier and appealing than first appeared. Avoid such

find you appealing.” She muttered to herself, making me

an object…

all her measurements and notes, she pursed her lips. “So, since you seem rather new to the rules and ways of the castle, do you know

moons?”

moons? We are to stay

She began, as she began taking out some clothing, but

men in this palace…

nodded

to go far away, and maybe have a small shop or something where I

as she looked at my feet, and to my dismay, she began taking some boxes of shoes down as she continued explaining. “Even if you have desires and your Alpha does not want you, that rule is

olden days? In this

disgusting that we were still treated like this… Just because we were born different… it wasn’t our

were my dreams? I never had any… because all I

tightened painfully, and

doesn’t usually have omegas.”

voice that made my blood

was extra aware of his chiselled body and the way he filled his shirt out… knowing exactly what he was packing under it.

god, not that kind of

his muscles, arm muscles!

the fear coming from her. Like everyone back at the ball, she feared him… I shouldn’t get too distracted either… He

see her in anything less than appealing.”

together, tugging at the hem of

at the prince. “Of course my prince… Your insignia then, in what item would you prefer she

snapped coldly before he left, the room suddenly

me and it was as if she were observing me for the first time. “Perhaps, for now, you should wear… these, and in time, I will get what the prince has

here.” I didn’t want to owe

made it clear that he is claiming

me uneasy and when she passed me the tiniest red knickers and a bra that I don’t think was going to

said, a flash of

face before she snapped her

he’d let me live … Wearing these clothes wasn’t

tight I was sure if I had a glass of water it would

mumbled as she shoved a box into my arms

not. Now put those on.” She commanded, and I

the boxes and looked at the black patent

on, hoping I didn’t have to wear them all through the day. They weren’t

soft pink pants and his silk shirt to his perfect boots, I knew this man was a lover of fashion.