His Dark Obsession by Moonlight Muse

17. An Omega’s Life

EVANGELINE.

He let go of me suddenly, his blazing red eyes returning to normal as he stared at me with such intensity, I could feel my cheeks burning under his gaze. I felt scared, not knowing what was going to come next.

He turned away from me, pushing the files off the desk as he ran his hand over his head and down his face, exhaling sharply. Clearly trying to calm his raging heart.

Did he have a nightmare?

Nervously, I began gathering the files that he had just sent flying to the floor. ”

Leave them.” He hissed.

I froze, looking up at him. “It’s ok, it’s

my fault… I… came in to ask you about lunch but then I shocked you…” I mumbled.

“Lunch…” He looked at the clock on the wall, frowning.

Something wasn’t right…

“No thanks, I’m not hungry.” He frowned. His gaze dipped to my neck before lingering on my breasts. I nodded, quickly placing the files on the desk and turned to leave when he spoke, making me stop in my tracks. “Where are you from?”

Sadness washed over me at the thought of the Silver Mountain Pack.

Grandmother Philomena… Alpha Aeron… Sinclair… the staff… life as I knew it was gone…

“The Silver Mountain Pack…”

“I meant before they took you in.” I should have known he didn’t mean that. I turned back to him and shook my head.

“Before that… I don’t remember.”

“I heard Aeron found you in a village full of dead….. you were the only one living…

Tell me, how does one child survive a massacre?” He stood up, now circling me slowly. “How did you alone survive? How did you lose your memory? Did you even lose it or is it all simply a façade?”

My head shot up as I stared into those intense eyes of his. For the first time in my life, I felt as if I was being accused. No, not even felt. He was blatantly alleging that I had a hand in what happened back then. I held his gaze, trying to hide my hurt. I couldn’t believe he had just said that…

My heart was pounding as I tried to control my emotions while he simply watched me, waiting for an answer. He wasn’t even joking…

“I may not be perfect, Prince Zedkiel… but I am no monster. I was ten when that happened.” My voice shook and for the first time, not caring about being courteous.

My chest was heaving as I stared up at him, but deep down… I knew it shook me because that was a question I too asked myself. Countless times… No one else had ever questioned that and deep down I never wanted anyone to, but it was a thought that always lingered in my mind. Fuelled by self-doubt, fear, and uncertainty.

How did I alone survive? I know I’m not evil, and I wouldn’t dare think of killing anyone, but… “Do I look like a murderer?”

“Not everything that glitters is gold either … Looks can be deceiving, Little Mouse.” He murmured, his hand wrapping around my throat. My breath hitched, wondering what he’ll do.

I wrapped my hand around his wrist, my heart thumping as I braved myself to speak. “I know I’m just a nobody, but I’m no killer. I promise.”

Tilting his head, he applied more pressure for a second, making me gasp, his gaze dipping to my lips before he let go of me. “Maybe…” He wasn’t only a heartless monster… he was cruel, too. Our eyes met, but I said nothing. I saw his eyes flash with irritation before he turned his back on me. “Get out.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. Leaving the room I shut the door behind me with relief.

I am not a monster.

trying to convince? Him,

omegas dining room. It was almost empty. Only two other Omegas were there. As Zedkiel had ordered, I was wearing a backless dress. I didn’t like my skin being on show. He could have branded my arm or

my face. I sighed, pondering over what Zedkiel had said, the sound of the fork scraping

was an open time between 12pm to 4pm so anyone could grab food if needed, as it

had come just before 4 and managed to grab some

“Evangeline!”

to see Lucia walking towards me.

morning, no one even approached me… I didn’t

“Lucia.”

me, scanning me over, and looked relieved.

beside me. “Alistair asked me to take you shopping with me today, of course, after you ask

I would love to get out of here … even if it was just

treated better than many Omegas who live like servants.” She said gently. Us chosen

living not knowing if I’ll even survive a week. His hot and cold moods confused me

Yeah, of course.”

me sympathetically, and I was sure she knew how I was feeling. “I’ll ask

and quickly left

I’ll be waiting by the back side

wanted to ask. So gathering my courage, I entered his quarters.

His cold voice came.

He was standing staring at the wall that held maps, notes, and pinned images of what looked like pictures of bloodied, dead bodies. I shuddered, and it took me a second to realise that this wasn’t

me blink and turn to

the shops with Lucia?” I asked as he walked over to me and circled

“Who?”

my heart thumping when he stopped behind me.

gasped when he ran his knuckles down my back, tracing his mark. “Do you want to

do with more clothes… and

His hand suddenly

Opening the drawer, he

Take my card.”

him as

I hesitated for a moment before slowly taking it from him. Perhaps I could get those oils instead of waiting for

own money… I didn’t want to rely on him forever. Was this how life

reply. “I’m warning you, Little Omega, if you

run again…. I was just wondering if perhaps I could do something to earn money.” I braced myself, readying for his wrath as I squinted

I’m offering you money?”

a breath. He hated when I stuttered. “Because I don’t want to mooch

what?” He asked, sitting down in his seat, his long legs stretched out in

nothing big, but I tutored some pups, I babysat… and I even worked in the

You don’t need to do such

that was a no… “Oh ok…” I turned away, pausing, and looked back at him. “I -I could do something in the

“You belong to me, Little Mouse, not the castle, and I would

sorry for asking.” I replied quietly. I walked to the door and when I looked back at him, a thought came to my mind. He had claimed me… but did he even know

snarled, making me flinch. I guess I had wasted enough

say… My name is Evangeline

Little Omega…” Why did he call me little? There was nothing little

simply smirked coldly but said nothing and so I left the room, hurrying downstairs as I slipped the

should have asked him how much I was allowed

Lucia was waiting for

if she had left