His Dark Obsession by Moonlight Muse

16. The Ordeal

ZEDKIEL.

She had remained silent, even when I took her back to my room. It was almost as if she was in shock, or too stunned to

react. I wasn’t sure.

I had seen the hatred in her eyes when

she had seen the mark and for a moment

I wondered if I did something wrong… but

she was mine, and if I wanted to mark

her, I could. But it still irked me, her. reaction, knowing that she feared and

hated me.

I haven’t given her a reason to be scared. I

haven’t ripped her to shreds. She

displayed more spunk in front of others- for others. But when it came to me, she

was terrified.

“From this day on I want your mark to be seen. Keep your hair up. I want that mark

on display.” I said coldly, wondering what the Oracle meant by ‘we meet again.’

She stared back at me unblinking, once again that intrigued me. How was she able to look me in the eye for that long and not look away? I knew the effect my powers had on people. I knew when

people looked away in fear and when it was from my powers…

Back at the ball, I had thought she had been rooted in fear when she had laid eyes on me, because, unlike everyone else, she hadn’t lowered her head to me.

“Ok.” She said quietly, looking away.

I stepped closer, and she moved back, making my eyes flash dangerously. If she was scared of me, then maybe I should really give her a reason to be terrified. I pinched her chin, snapping her head up towards me. There it was again the stark terror in her eyes.

I didn’t know what to say, so I glared into

her eyes, seeing them pool with tears and my grip tightened. “Remember, I own you.” I snarled, before shoving her away.

“Yes, I won’t ever forget that.” She whispered.

I looked down at her, and for a moment,

she reminded me of something that was

broken.

Did I do that? I didn’t hurt her… nor did I

force her… But then again, I had a talent for hurting people without intentionally meaning it.

“I’ll be in my office; you are free to roam the Castle. If anyone says anything to you, make sure you tell me.” Not waiting for a reply, I stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind me.

Something about her drew me… but it

didn’t make sense… I unlocked the office

door and stepped inside, mulling over the moment when I first touched her.

I know that you find your mate by touch when both parties have shifted… but even though I thought I felt something… It was impossible, I couldn’t have felt anything, she didn’t have a wolf and neither did it make sense for an Omega to be my mate.

Furthermore, it was practically unheard of for Omegas to have mates, and of course, I wasn’t exactly a full Lycan or werewolf. I doubt I had a mate at all.

Pulling the chair out from behind my desk, I dropped into it, looking at the huge pile of reports that awaited me. I switched my computer on, raising an

eyebrow at the huge number of incoming emails. Guess people were more confident in sending me a crap load of work via

email rather than face-to-face.

from the rogues, there seemed to be far

security to the other packs… making sure those living on

replying to emails and giving my input when needed. As for the useless emails that were of no need to me, I ignored them. I really had no idea why some of this stuff was allowed to sift into my personal email. Antonio was meant to have this stuff dealt with before it got to me. I didn’t like desk

read another useless email and sighed. I couldn’t focus, not with my thoughts that kept going to the way My Little Mouse

far more than she realised. If

would quiver in fear. One day… and it will be

of hers and make her mine completely. I massaged my jaw, my

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down her neck.

way it smelt… the

of our own species was taboo… I may be a hybrid, but still, I shouldn’t be craving her blood… yet I did…

my thoughts aside, I

The Blood Ritual.

night that I would be proclaimed as the heir to the crown. We were all confident that it would be me, and so was I. I was powerful, smart,

name was upon that throne,

become

here, and although we didn’t feel the cold much, it now bit into

the pre-ordeal bath to cleanse myself, or just the material wrapped around my waist… either way, I almost shivered because

door to the Chamber of Sight shut with an ominous thud behind me,

looked ahead.

I looked at the arched roof of the cavern before gazing down at the dark water of the Lake of Truth, running with the blood of our sins… The water looked almost black, but under the moonlight, it

red…

a place that we

once in our lifetime.

our eighteenth birthday… This was where I’d shift. Alone, under the

of the moon… A place where all royal alpha heirs come, to take part

Chamber had been beneath

for centuries and only ones with royal blood could enter. Something that we must do. It wasn’t an

over the jagged rocks, seeing the moonlight seeping through at the altar ahead. My silent footsteps

how carefully I was treading. Almost as if not wanting

awaken the Chamber.

feel its ethereal power… the bodiless entity that

It felt like the very cave was

would look

soul…

the river, where

that would soon turn red, and I

waited.

I shift

my blood pour into the lake as the moon shifted slightly, casting its

It was time.

to take on the red hue, hearing the faint chimes of the castle clock ringing

Any moment now…

wasn’t a pure-blooded Lycan, I held confidence in my beliefs and who I was. I was

still the

be the Alpha of Alphas.

the bell

but instead of

clouds shrouded the originally bright moon, taking on a faint

wind ripped

flashing red as I scanned

This wasn’t normal. Something was

looked down at the lake,

begin to ripple faster.

appeared in the water’s reflection. Its

at me. I couldn’t move, as if whatever it was,

grip upon me.

a cunningness far

This wolf

echoed in my mind, tearing through my brain with excruciating pain. A

for the mortal

the voice came from within.

is beyond the reach of the moonlight will devour every living soul, the filthy blood of the impure is like a poisoned dagger into the heart of the realm.

heed this

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on the floor, the sharp stone was biting into my hands and the smell of blood