His Dark Obsession by Moonlight Muse

Chapter 23

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

in my head, and I stay frozen

he kills me in a bedroom… I

knew what my dream means,

the oracle? But she

won’t-

soon… As Zedkiel’s

me and

was what was making me

The fact that he

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

see one or two people walking out in the yard, starting on their day, and I cast

need to make sure I do my best in whatever training he was going on about. Maybe I’ll have an

up, I brush my teeth before I pick out light blue fitted jeans, which had torn patches in a few places. It was strange to have jeans that were made to look like this instead of my old ones that had torn due to how old they were and

are people paying to

clothes.

squeeze into them, feeling they are a size too small.

My cheeks burn and I pause. Did

that was

closet

me.’ His words

my mind.

I will not!

was nothing special

and pull my hair back into a ponytail

bedding and quickly message Alistair on the

replies instantly, and

him. I leave the quarters, heading to

the kitchen

for food. They were also treating me a little better

I was a burden, even though the whispers and stares

the dinner last night or because of the huge mark

claimed by the

I make my way to the head Omega’s

doesn’t bother us; I think she was

He first styles my hair, then moves on to my

the dinner last night, girl I need deets.” Alistair says, making my

I remember

begins to thump, and my cheeks get even hotter.

mortifying! Remembering how it made me feel, I feel an odd

get what that glow

I squeak, “You-

me. I mean, can you

and Dolores huffs.

I was right about her.” Alistair

palette.

a face

over. “I hear you were at the dinner last

look down, not sure if I was to

leaving, and I needed Alistair’s help. “Well… Prince

make me his Luna… so

gasp, looking

me. Alistair looks

pale.

my gosh, I’m talking

squeals and I

sound.

fool! She isn’t Luna yet. The king

didn’t refuse.” I mumble.

smirks. “Yes, Dolores?

lips together,

what he meant. I was h-hoping you could

Alistair hopefully.

puts his palette down and

don’t know what kind of

he can give you,

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