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!

pushing the

to have opened

knew who this room belonged to.

dark

room looked with the

lamps, the

cushions… but I couldn’t

remember her…

head showing from the back of the rocking

to us. The only sound save my thumping heart was the creaking of the chair, as she slowly

me to the

me almost jump out of my skin. My heart was

like everyone

would hear it.

again.” A whispery voice came.

asked sharply.

“Of course… “She stood up, and when she turned, I found myself looking at a woman who seemed to be in her early

push it,

me. “I’m claiming this Omega

create the amulets

have a

Different plan?

that didn’t sound pleasant.

with

are done, they cannot

Alpha Zedkiel Vilkas.”

“I

raising her

to the table. ”

Your request?”

if you wish for me to

with my

Brand me?

the

should wear the mark

mate. To give a

bite or magic, is the

day comes when you meet

your mark?”

business. Do

He

answer.” She whispered.

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

discussions.”

smiled, but 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.

brand her?” 1

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

a charm… I knew I’d never be able to remove it… but on my body? Did this mean I would

forever be his?

my eyes I

what the Oracle

as the fire in the

when she placed

tool in the

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

remained cold.

Your mark will adorn her… and then you must

begged, panic

I was caught in the middle. A piercing scream left my lips when he suddenly grabbed me by the back of my hair, forcing me to bend over the table.

to.” He whispered in my

corner of my

comprehend his words.

he trying to soothe me? Was it

his

don’t know. I don’t care!

streamed down my

him remove the

my cheek pressed against the table, glaring into the burning flames. I closed my eyes, thinking of Sinclair. 2

I miss you…

were things

the burning hot 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 head

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