His Dark Obsession by Moonlight Muse

20. A Royal Family Dinner

ZEDKIEL.

“You will be fine Evangeline.” Alistair

was saying, the door to the bathroom was slightly ajar. “You have been given an upbringing better than most werewolves … just pretend you aren’t an Omega tonight. The Prince is taking you to this dinner as a date, as an equal in a way. You do not want to let him down.”

Raised better than most, that was what I had heard too… and it was exactly that, that I was banking on for tonight. When Ragnar and Chasyn had mind linked earlier, they had stated that Dad had set a date for the tournament. We had two weeks, two fucking weeks to find a Luna…

To hell, I was going to find a woman that my Lycan wouldn’t rip to shreds. I was unhinged… there were days he was calmer but others where my blood thirst was heightened, which were far worse…

I stood up silently, walking over to the bedroom door and peered through it, staring inside. She was standing there with her back to me, her smooth creamy back on display branded with my mark. Her curvy hips and that ass snugly fitted into that nude slinky velvet dress. I bit my lip imagining what fucking her would feel like, but I had to push the thought away before I ended up getting fucking turned on.

Evangeline… the name suited her… yet I couldn’t bring myself to call her it.

She took a deep breath, slipping her slender feet into a pair of nude heels. Her hair was pulled back in a stylish quiff with the rest in a ponytail.

“I will, I’ll do my best. Is there anything I should know? Anything one of the royals don’t like?” She asked, turning to Alistair and I slowly moved back, still listening. There was no fear in her voice. Her voice was appealing, and it sounded even better when it wasn’t filled with fear.

“Hmm, well, the queen doesn’t like eye contact when you answer. She most likely won’t talk to you… but if she does… don’t look her in the eye.” Alistair warned. I nodded.

That was a fucking good point… the man was proving ideal as a guide for her…

She exhaled sharply, “Understood.”

“Remember, to serve the prince his food, refill his glass when needed and you will be fine.” He spoke confidently, and I frowned slightly, deciding I would need to try to remain relaxed, so she wasn’t so fucking uptight. I hoped my plan worked … I couldn’t just let this chance pass by.

“Ok Miss Rose, good luck, oh… and do fill me in on how it goes.” He added, and I could hear he was packing up. I moved away, crossing the room and taking a seat on one of the sofas. Resting my left ankle on my right knee as I spread my arms over the back of the sofa, I relaxed, waiting for her to come out.

Alistair stepped out of the bedroom first. Spotting me, he lowered his head, that fear and nervousness that he was so confidently telling her not to feel was shrouding him. The sound of heels followed, and she stepped out and fuck if she looked good from behind… the front was no less… “I will, Thank you Alistair for everything.” She said with a small smile, adjusting the thin strap of her dress, one she wore no bra under…

“Oh darling, I have a good feeling about you.” He whispered, casting me a furtive glance before he left, lowering his head as he went.

She exhaled once the door shut after him before jumping when she spotted me, her hand flying to her breasts. Our eyes met and her heartbeat quickened. She closed her eyes for a moment. My gaze locked on the way her thick lashes brushed her cheeks before they fluttered open.

“Shall we go?” She asked gracefully, and I saw the shift in her posture. She squared her shoulder, and raised her chin and I cocked my eyebrow, my eyes raking over her one final time before I gave a curt nod leading the way out. Taking another quiet breath, she followed.

We entered the dining room to see everyone was already there. 1

“Zedkiel…” Dad said. All eyes turned on Evangeline, as she lowered her head to the table. Dad barely hid his shock.

to the seat on my other side and she sat down slowly. I had already notified them I was bringing a guest, although Dad had said he wanted

on Dad’s right, with Chasyn and Maryka on his left. Next to Danciana

with Ragnar and

from the corner of my eye. She was still emotionless and graceful, but I didn’t

an honour and a

as the omegas began serving. Two of them kept glancing at

guest I’m surprised is still alive.”

what the fuck happens… no matter who they are, brother.” I

fuck with me, and no

until he took his first damn bite. I didn’t respond to his question, instead turning my attention to the lavish

on my plate. From the way

her acting brave… She was still that fragile Omega… submissive and innocent, ready for me to break, but she was also able to at

alluring to fuck. She looked up and our eyes met and all I wanted was a

myself hardening in my pants. “I don’t eat that much.” I muttered, leaning closer to her just so my arm could brush hers. My gaze dipped to her cleavage and I smirk when she stops herself from

as she placed the potato on her own plate. I don’t know why she couldn’t fucking believe that. Every man had his preference, but I wanted some meat

this dinner regarding the tournament. Two weeks from now, those who are eligible will be readied

the destiny of the crown… the Alpha heirs of all packs will take part if they of course have a Luna too…” Dad remarked, I looked

were trying to claim

scoffed. ” They aren’t

that a Lycan is the next ruler… this

of course, one of you wins the title.” Dad said, smiling somberly. A fake

crown

Ragnar growled.

they won’t want to pardon or make the rules easier for me,” Alcazer muttered. “I don’t see myself taking a Luna

say?” Chasyn asked, glancing towards my little Omega. ‘Can she be

that pup made anger slither through me.

anymore.’ I replied coldly as I began slicing my steak,

as

messed up and not fair. That plan backfired, didn’t it

sons… but it seems

But let’s not mull over it. Right now… only Chasyn is eligible for the tournament, the rest of you are mate less… This is the other issue, the competition will

Drystan growled as Maryka smiled.

won’t let you down, father.” She said to Dad. “Those titles belong to the

ain’t your fucking father… I never liked the

have faith in you, Maryka.”

know how this shit would work… it was the only plan I had, and something told me behind my scared little mouse’s exterior was someone way more fucking capable. Even