23. Questions

EVANGELINE.

“Please don’t!” I scream, tumbling backwards. Something hits the back of my leg making me buckle and I fall onto the enormous bed. I grab onto the deep purple curtains that hung from the canopy of the four-poster bed, the fabric burning my hands as it sears through my grasp as he pushes me flat onto my back.

His eyes are glowing red, and his fangs are out as he grabs me by my throat. His dreadlocks frame his face as he looks at me with emotions that I can’t focus on. For a second, it turns too dark and hazy to see anything.

What…

Then I feel it; the blade plunging into my

chest.

I cry out as pain tears through me, only

for him to pull the blade free, agony

making it harder to breathe. He doesn’t stop stabbing it into my stomach. I cry out. “Stop! Stop this! Stop!” I shriek,

choking in pain as tears burn my eyes.

“Too late.” He snarls,

“No!” The power in my voice is unrecognisable. I don’t think I’ve ever screamed like that… I feel the terrifying blistering rage and hatred I feel for him swirl around me as I try to fight him off, but he doesn’t stop his assault as he continues to plunge the knife into my chest… again and again…

I’m dying. I can feel my life ebbing away. Feeling the pain engulf me, I grapple

weakly at his wrists, both of us are covered in blood. My hands slip from his and I find myself looking into those burning red eyes. Something wet hits my face and I look up at him, only for him to pull back, dropping the knife as he

plunges his hand into my chest.

I scream in pure agony as I jolt upright in bed. My heart drums against my ribcage

and I scan the room, trying to control the terror that is consuming me. I look

around, realising I am in the prince’s bedroom, and this was not the same bed.

I’m drenched in sweat, and I feel the ghostly pain linger as I touch my chest

and stomach

I’m ok! Thank the Goddess!

That nightmare…

I place a hand on my forehead, taking

deep breaths. I’m still trembling.

It felt so vivid…

Kicking the blanket off, I stumble out of bed. Glancing out the window; I see it’s still early. I make my way towards the

bathroom and turn on the sink tap;

splashing my face with cold water, I stare

at my reflection. For a second, my

reflection distorts, and I feel like I’m

looking at myself covered in blood. I gasp, stumbling back, only for it to return to normal. I let out a shaky breath.

It was Zedkiel… only his hair and clothing were different, but it was him… Why was he killing me? Was this a premonition of what was going to happen soon? When I become his Luna or before then?

I turn the tap off and grab a towel, wiping my face. I place it down as I slowly look

out to the bedroom. An eerie, ominous

feeling washes through me and I

shudder, staring at the bed. Flashes of my

head, and I stay

me

knew what my dream

oracle? But she

She won’t- wait, I’ll be

soon… As Zedkiel’s wife, maybe she

and

was making me the most

fact that he is the

that have plagued me for years… I walk to the window and look out, it’s foggy, and I

yard, starting on their day, and I cast my gaze to the mountains, the very same ones I had tried

training begins today and if I truly want freedom, then I need to make sure I do my best in whatever training he was going on about. Maybe I’ll have an early breakfast and then prepare for

a few places. It was strange to have jeans that were made to look like this

people paying to have

clothes.

size too

burn and I pause. Did he actually like

the mirror that was on

closet staring at

beg for me.’ His words ring in

my mind.

I will not!

nothing special about me….

pull my hair back into a ponytail until Alistair will fix it. I take out a

I fix the bedding and quickly message Alistair on the tablet that I will have breakfast, and

replies instantly, and I

heading to

the

when I asked for food. They were also treating

burden, even though the whispers and

everyone knew I was at the dinner last night or because of the huge mark on my back? Gossip travels fast. I know by now everyone probably

the Third

the head Omega’s room, and Alistair gets

doesn’t bother us; I

me being here. He first styles my hair,

night, girl

burn as I remember what Zedkiel

me last night. My heart begins to thump, and my cheeks get

me feel, I feel an odd sensation between my legs and push the thoughts

what that glow is! But you don’t

I squeak,

need to help me. I mean, can you please help

laugh louder and Dolores huffs. “Keep it down.”

her.” Alistair waves his hand

palette.

a face as

over. “I hear you were at the

sure if

but she wasn’t leaving, and I needed Alistair’s help.

wants to make me his Luna…

They gasp, looking

before looking back at me. Alistair looks beyond ecstatic,

pale.

I’m

and I flinch at

sound.

shut up, you fool! She isn’t Luna yet. The king won’t allow it!” Dolores snaps.

didn’t refuse.”

speechless and Alistair simply smirks. “Yes, Dolores? Anything else

simply purses her lips

today. I don’t know what he meant. I was h-hoping you could help me.” I

at Alistair hopefully.

palette down and fans his

don’t know what kind of

he can give you, but I’m certain

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