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

opened by

knew who this room

remember the dark

with the same

lamps, the

cushions… but

remember her…

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

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

me to the

almost jump

like everyone in the

would hear it.

again.” A whispery voice came.

asked sharply.

at a woman who seemed to be in her early thirties, but surely, she was far older? Her pure white

it, instead, he

claiming this Omega as

the amulets that

a different plan for her.”

Different plan?

sound pleasant. My

with nerves.

are done, they

Zedkiel Vilkas.”

frowned, “I

smiled, raising her

walked over to

Your request?”

but if you wish for me to entertain

her with my mark.”

Brand me?

filled me as the Oracle looked

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

fated mate. To

magic, is the same thing.

meet

your mark?”

business. Do as

asked.” He snarled.

answer.” She whispered.

no longer exist… one in thousands. Only the lucky will find their mates… I only know of a few in my lifetime who have

discussions.”

to serve the royal bloodline.” Her voice sounded heavy, but I might have

brand her?” 1

and tearing the back of my dress completely. I wrapped my arms around myself,

just a charm… I knew I’d never be able to remove it…

forever be his?

eyes I

what the Oracle

as the fire

high. I gasped when she placed a

tool in

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

remained cold.

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

I begged, panic suddenly enveloping me.

and pain, all swirled around me like a hurricane, and I was caught in the middle. A piercing scream left my lips

to.” He

corner of my

comprehend his words.

to soothe me? Was it just

had his voice been

know. I don’t care!

down my face, as I

the metal from the

against the table, glaring into the burning flames.

I miss you…

were things so

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 felt like it

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