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

have opened by

knew who this room belonged

remember the dark

with the same

the beads…

cushions… but I

remember her…

I could see her sitting in the corner, only the top of her head showing from the back of

The only sound save my thumping heart was the creaking of the chair, as she

brought me

behind me with a sharp snap, making me almost jump out of my skin.

everyone in the

would hear it.

meet again.” A whispery voice came.

Zedkiel asked sharply.

who seemed to be in her early thirties, but surely, she was far older? Her pure white hair was tied back, and her eyes

it, instead,

at me. “I’m claiming this Omega

You create the amulets that

a different plan

Different plan?

didn’t sound pleasant.

twisted with

are done, they cannot be

Zedkiel Vilkas.”

“I

raising her jewel-clad

walked over to

Your request?”

me to entertain you, then fine. I want to

her with my mark.”

Brand me?

as the Oracle looked

should wear the mark of her mate upon her

a fated mate. To give a

your mark, by bite or magic, is the

when you meet your mate, and another

your mark?”

your business. Do

asked.” He snarled.

answer.”

their mates… I only know of a few

discussions.”

it held no 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, as

brand her?” 1

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

what the Oracle was

fire

I gasped when

tool in the fire.

to the prince, hoping he’d change his mind. “Must you do

remained cold.

mark will adorn her… and then you

please no!” I begged, panic suddenly

blood, death, and pain, all 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,

needs to know who you belong to.” He whispered

of my mind,

comprehend his words.

to soothe me? Was it just

his voice been softer?

know. I

down my face,

the metal from the

the burning flames. I closed my eyes, thinking of

I miss you…

things

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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