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!

he stepped inside, pushing the door wider,

opened by itself.

this

could remember the dark floors, the way

with the same

the beads… the

but

remember her…

in the corner, only the top of her head showing from the back of the rocking chair she

her back was to us. The only sound save my thumping heart was the creaking of the chair, as she slowly rocked back and forth and the faint crackling of the fire

me to

me almost jump out of my

felt like everyone

would hear it.

A

asked sharply.

woman who seemed to be in her early thirties, but surely, she was far

push it, instead, he looked

me. “I’m claiming

the

have a

Different plan?

that didn’t sound pleasant.

with

done,

Zedkiel Vilkas.”

“I

Oracle smiled, raising her jewel-clad

walked over to the table.

Your request?”

wish for me to

with my mark.”

Brand me?

as the Oracle

mate should wear the mark

mate.

Omega your mark, by bite or magic,

day comes when you meet your

your mark?”

your business. Do

He snarled.

an answer.”

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

discussions.”

you wish, I am bound to serve the royal bloodline.” Her voice sounded heavy, but I might have imagined it because it was gone when

brand her?” 1

my shoulder, turning me and tearing the back of my dress completely. I wrapped my arms around myself, my heart beating hard as fear enveloped me when he pushed me towards the table.

able to remove

forever be his?

stung my eyes I

the Oracle was

the fire in

when

silver tool in

prince, hoping he’d change his mind. “Must you do this?” I whispered pleadingly, praying for some compassion from

remained cold.

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

I begged, panic suddenly enveloping

scream left my lips when he suddenly

to know who you belong to.” He whispered in my ear. “It won’t hurt

my mind, I

comprehend his words.

he trying to soothe me? Was

his voice

I don’t

down my face, as

remove the

the table, glaring into the burning

I miss you…

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 dug them into the wood. My head

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