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 wider, a door

opened by

this room belonged to.

dark floors,

looked with the same

the beads… the

cushions… but I couldn’t

remember her…

see her sitting in the corner, only the top of her head showing from the back of the rocking chair she was sitting in. Her

was the creaking of the chair, as she slowly rocked back and forth

had brought me to the Oracle.

shut behind me with a sharp snap, making me almost jump out of

like everyone

would hear it.

meet again.” A

asked sharply.

up, and when she turned, I found myself looking at a woman who seemed to be in her early thirties, but surely, she was far older? Her pure

it, instead,

“I’m claiming this

the amulets that they

a

Different plan?

that didn’t sound pleasant.

with nerves.

are done, they cannot be

Zedkiel

“I

Oracle smiled, raising

walked over to

Your request?”

already know, but if you wish for me to entertain you, then

her with my

Brand me?

as the Oracle looked

a mate should wear the mark

mate. To give a

bite or magic,

meet your mate, and another woman

your mark?”

your business. Do as

He

demand an answer.” She whispered.

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

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

brand her?” 1

He said 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,

able to remove it… but on

forever be his?

stung my eyes I barely

what the Oracle was

as the fire in

gasped when she placed

tool in the fire.

his mind. “Must you do this?” I whispered pleadingly, praying for some compassion from

remained cold.

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

I begged,

me like a hurricane, and I was caught in the middle. A piercing scream left my lips when he suddenly grabbed me by the

you belong to.” He whispered in my

of my mind, I tried to

comprehend his words.

soothe

had his voice been

don’t know. I

streamed down my

the metal from

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

I miss you…

were things

had. My nails splintered as I dug them into the wood. My head

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