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 wider, a

to have opened by itself.

who this room belonged

dark floors,

with the

lamps, the beads…

but

remember her…

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

was the creaking of the chair, as she slowly

brought me

behind me with a sharp snap, making me almost jump out of my skin. My heart was thumping

felt like everyone

would hear it.

again.” A whispery voice came.

asked

be in her early thirties, but

didn’t push it, instead, he looked

at me. “I’m claiming

You create the amulets that

a different

Different plan?

didn’t sound

with

done, they cannot be

Zedkiel Vilkas.”

frowned, “I

smiled, raising her jewel-clad

over to the table.

Your request?”

but if you wish for me to entertain you,

with my mark.”

Brand me?

as the Oracle looked over

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

mate. To

magic, is the same thing. What will

comes when you meet

your mark?”

none of your business. Do as

asked.” He

demand an answer.” She whispered.

their mates… I only know of a few in my lifetime who have ever found their fated mate.

discussions.”

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 you command, where

brand her?” 1

turning me and tearing the back of my dress completely. I wrapped my

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

forever be his?

stung my eyes

what the

fire

high. I gasped when she

in the

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

remained cold.

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

no!” I begged, panic

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, forcing

to know who you belong to.” He whispered

the corner of my mind,

comprehend his words.

soothe

his voice

know. I

down my face, as I

remove the metal

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

I miss you…

things so

me, and I gripped the table with everything I had. My nails splintered as I dug them into the

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