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 door wider,

have opened

this room belonged to.

could remember the dark

with

the beads… the

cushions… but I

remember her…

her sitting in the corner, only the top of her head showing from

creaking of the chair, as she slowly rocked back and forth and the faint crackling of

brought me to the Oracle.

making me almost jump out of my

everyone in the castle

would hear it.

meet again.” A

Zedkiel asked

silent for a moment. “Of course… “She stood up, and when she turned, I found myself looking at a woman who seemed to be in her early thirties, but surely, she was far older? Her pure white hair was tied

it, instead,

me. “I’m claiming this Omega

create the

but I have a different plan for her.”

Different plan?

that didn’t sound pleasant. My

with

done,

Zedkiel

“I know.”

Oracle smiled, raising her

over to the table. ”

Your request?”

but if you wish for me to entertain you,

her with my

Brand me?

the Oracle looked over

mate should wear the mark of her mate upon

a fated mate. To give

Omega your mark, by bite or magic, is the same thing.

the day comes when you meet your mate,

your mark?”

business.

asked.” He snarled.

answer.” She whispered.

only know of a few in my lifetime who have ever found

discussions.”

emotion. “As 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 she spoke again. “Very well,

brand her?” 1

the back of my dress completely. I wrapped

be able to remove it… but

forever be his?

my eyes

the Oracle

fire in the hearth

high. I gasped when she

silver tool in the

turned to the prince, hoping he’d change his mind. “Must you do this?” I whispered

remained cold.

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

no!” I begged, panic

swirled around me like a hurricane, and I was caught in the middle. A piercing scream left my lips when he suddenly grabbed me by the back of my hair, forcing me to

you belong to.” He whispered

the corner of my mind, I tried to

comprehend his words.

to soothe me? Was it

had his

know. I

down my face, as I

him 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…

things so complicated?

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.

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