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

opened

knew who this room

remember the dark floors,

looked with

lamps, the beads…

cushions… but I

remember her…

showing from the back of the rocking chair she

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

brought me to the Oracle.

me almost jump out of my skin. My

like everyone in

would hear it.

meet again.” A

asked sharply.

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 back,

push it, instead,

me. “I’m claiming this

create the

have a different plan for

Different plan?

didn’t sound pleasant. My

with nerves.

done, they cannot be

Alpha Zedkiel Vilkas.”

“I

raising her

and walked over to the

Your request?”

if you wish for me to

with my mark.”

Brand me?

the Oracle looked

should wear the mark of her mate upon her

Vilkas… a fated mate. To

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

when you meet your mate, and another woman wears

your mark?”

your business.

He snarled.

answer.” She whispered.

will find their mates… I only know

discussions.”

but I might have imagined it because it

brand her?” 1

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.

to remove it… but on my

forever be his?

stung my eyes I barely

the Oracle

fire in the

when

silver tool in the fire.

were going to brand me like an animal. I turned to the prince, hoping he’d change his mind. “Must you do this?” I whispered pleadingly, praying

remained cold.

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

please no!” I begged,

caught in the middle. A piercing scream left

to.”

the corner of my mind, I

comprehend his words.

soothe me?

had his voice

don’t know. I don’t care!

streamed down my face, as

remove the metal from the

cheek pressed against the table, glaring into the burning flames. I closed my eyes, thinking

I miss you…

things

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 was going to burst and electrocuting jolts of

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