His Dark Obsession by Moonlight Muse

Chapter 15

15. Claimed

EVANGELINE.

I could barely breathe not knowing what to do. His touch made my body react, I didn’t want him, yet my body enjoyed

this. It felt good but I wasn’t sure what I

was feeling.

The taste of his mouth was enticing, the feel of his plump full lips dominating

mine. The way his body was moulded

against mine…

When he sucked on my lower lip slightly, I wondered what would happen if I kissed

him back?

Would he display my head on a pitchfork in front of the castle? Or worse, see it as an invitation to take things further?

Before I could even decide, he suddenly moved back, his blazing red eyes full of

anger once more as he grabbed my wrist,

yanking me down the hall. We passed a few people, but they kept their heads down, moving out of our way swiftly.

I was getting whiplash from his behaviour My lips still tingled from his touch and my heart felt funny. Was this what Josie meant, that things can just physically be fun. That you didn’t need to tie emotion. to feel pleasure… I didn’t understand that

We made our way down two further flights of stairs until we looked to be in some sort of stone tunnel. At one point the tunnels split in two, Zedkiel turned left, yet my gaze lingered on the right

tunnel.

What was down there? I didn’t get to mull

over that for long. He soon came to an abrupt stop outside a dark wooden door,

and I felt relieved, taking a moment to

catch my breath.

Unlike most doors in the castle, this one

was plain, even old, you could say. The

doorknob was large and made of a dull

iron. Perhaps that’s because this part of

the castle wasn’t used. To my surprise,

for the first time since I had met him.

instead of slamming the door open, he

raised his hand and knocked.

To whom did the room belong?

The door creaked open, and my heart

sped up as I peered into the room.

The floor was dark wood, and there was

an ethereal feel here, the room was

bathed in the dim light of lamps, there

was no window in here and many areas of

the room were cast in shadows…

This place felt oddly familiar… A flash from a memory long ago filled my mind and then it hit me: I’ve been here before.

Grandmother Philomena had brought me

here!

stepped inside, pushing the

opened by

who this

dark floors, the way

room looked with the

lamps, the beads…

cushions… but

remember her…

only the top of her head showing from the back of the rocking chair she was sitting in. Her hands clutched the

heart was the creaking of the chair, as she slowly rocked back and forth and the faint crackling of the fire in the

had brought me to the

with a sharp snap, making me almost jump

I felt like everyone in the

would hear it.

A whispery voice

asked

looking at a woman who seemed to be in her early thirties, but surely, she was far older? Her pure white hair was tied back, and her eyes were dark as she stared at me

didn’t push it, instead,

me. “I’m claiming this Omega

create the amulets that they

I have a

Different plan?

sound

twisted with

done, they cannot be

Zedkiel

“I

raising

and walked over to the table.

Your request?”

know, but if you wish for me to entertain you, then fine.

her with my

Brand me?

the

shoulder. “Only a mate should wear the mark of her mate upon her body,

Vilkas… a fated mate. To

or magic, is the same thing.

the day comes when you meet your

your mark?”

of your business. Do as

He

an answer.” She

lucky will find their mates… I only know of a few in my lifetime who have ever found their fated mate. Let’s

discussions.”

I might have imagined it because it was gone when she spoke again. “Very well, as you command, where would you like to

brand her?” 1

a place that will, from this day, remain on display.” He said coldly, and I gasped when he grabbed my shoulder, turning me and tearing the back of my dress completely. I wrapped my

I knew I’d never be able to remove it… but on my

forever be his?

stung my eyes

the Oracle was

as the fire in the

when she

silver tool in

brand me like an animal. I turned to the prince, hoping he’d change his mind.

remained cold.

it and imprint her where you wish. Your mark will adorn her… and then you must carve your

begged, panic suddenly enveloping me.

piercing scream left my lips

to know who you belong to.” He whispered in

of my mind,

comprehend his words.

soothe me? Was

had his

I don’t

my

remove the metal from

my cheek pressed against the table, glaring into the burning flames. I closed my eyes, thinking of Sinclair. 2

I miss you…

were things so

moment the burning hot metal touched my back, a shriek of agonising pain ripped through me, and I gripped the table with everything I had. My nails splintered as I

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