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!

as he stepped inside, pushing the door wider, a door

opened

who this room belonged to.

the dark floors, the

room looked with the same

the beads…

cushions… but I

remember her…

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

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

had brought me to the Oracle.

door shut behind me with a sharp snap, making me almost jump

like everyone in

would hear it.

meet again.” A whispery voice came.

Zedkiel asked

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

it,

“I’m claiming

the amulets that they

but I have a different plan for

Different plan?

that didn’t sound

with

things are done, they

Alpha Zedkiel

frowned, “I know.”

Oracle smiled, raising her

and walked over to the table. ”

Your request?”

if you wish for me to entertain

with my

Brand me?

me as the Oracle

shoulder. “Only a mate should wear the mark

mate. To give

or magic, is the same thing. What

if the day comes when you meet your mate,

your mark?”

business.

He snarled.

demand an answer.” She whispered.

Only the lucky will find their mates… I only know of a few in my lifetime who

discussions.”

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

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

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

forever be his?

my eyes

what the

fire in the

gasped when she placed

tool in the fire.

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

remained cold.

will adorn her… and then you must carve your

please no!” I begged,

like a hurricane, and I was caught in the middle. A piercing scream left my lips when he suddenly grabbed me by

who you belong to.” He whispered in my ear.

the corner of my mind, I tried

comprehend his words.

soothe

or had his voice

know. I

my face, as I

him remove the metal from

against the table, glaring into the burning flames.

I miss you…

were things so

I gripped the table with everything I had. My nails splintered as I dug them into the wood. My head felt like it was going to burst and electrocuting jolts

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