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!

he stepped inside, pushing the door wider, a door

opened by itself.

this room

could remember the dark floors, the

with the same ornate

lamps, the beads… the

but I

remember her…

the top of her head showing

the chair, as she slowly rocked

me to the Oracle.

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

I felt like everyone in the

would hear it.

meet again.” A whispery

asked

I found myself looking at a woman who seemed to be in her early thirties, but surely, she was far older? Her

it, instead, he

at me. “I’m claiming

You create the amulets that

I have a different plan for

Different plan?

didn’t sound pleasant. My

twisted with

things are done, they cannot be

Zedkiel

“I know.”

Oracle smiled, raising her

over to the table. ”

Your request?”

you wish for me to entertain you, then fine. I want

her with my

Brand me?

filled me as the Oracle looked over

“Only a mate should wear the mark

a fated mate.

magic, is the same thing. What will

if the day comes when you meet

your mark?”

of your business.

He

answer.” She whispered.

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

discussions.”

I might

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 arms around myself, my heart beating hard as fear enveloped me when

to remove it… but

forever be his?

my eyes I

what the Oracle was

as the fire in the hearth

I gasped when she placed

tool in the

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

remained cold.

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

please no!” I begged, panic suddenly enveloping

middle. A piercing scream

needs to know who you belong to.” He whispered

of my mind, I tried to

comprehend his words.

trying to soothe me? Was

had his voice been softer?

know. I don’t

streamed down my face,

remove the

burning flames. I closed

I miss you…

things so

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

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