His Dark Obsession by Moonlight Muse

24. His Training

EVANGELINE.

Zedkiel gave Alistair some tasks about what he wants him to do with me later, before he led me away. I didn’t question where we were going, but now; I wish I did.

I stare at the handsome man before me as he lets the door swing shut behind us, and I look at the huge room before us. There are weight training machines, lifting benches, treadmills, and other equipment. There were three boxing bags to the side and an open area for sparring, too. I don’t understand why he waited until Alistair had finished my makeup and hair. All that effort to get dolled up only for him to bring me to an indoor training room. I have the urge to ask him. that very question when he removes his

shirt, and my mind goes blank. 4

My heart races as I stare at those delicious abs, the way his body flexes,

and my gaze falls on the tattoo on his arm as he tosses his shirt aside and looks at me. “Take your heels off.” He commands, and I look down before obeying. I purse my lips, looking at him as he begins to

circle me.

“Spit it out.” He snarls, making me jump.

“What?” I ask, looking at him with

surprise.

“Whatever’s on your mind, from this day forward you are not an omega but my fiancé. An equal. And unless you act like it, we won’t get through this.” He says, walking off to the shelves on the side.

I hesitate before frowning; my freedom is riding on this. I have to do my best and behave fearlessly. I nod to myself before looking at his back, trying not to stare at his ass. I wonder what it feels like… I’m

sure it would be hard…

“I’m waiting.” He growls, making me blink.

“Uh, I was wondering why you let Alistair do my makeup if you were going to bring me here to train,” I state bravely.

He pauses, and my heart skips a beat as

he cranes his neck, looking back at me. So you got sass.” I hope I didn’t get into trouble… he told me to answer. I stay

silent until he comes back with some

boxing gloves. “Warm up, then put these on. Let’s see what you’ve got.” He tosses

the gloves at me, and I catch them, placing them aside.

Warm up… just like in Physical Ed at school. I drop onto the floor, wishing I

wasn’t wearing jeans. I wasted time

getting dressed for no reason at all. I am

not happy but I can’t really blame him, he

did say training began in the morning… After a good five minutes of doing my

stretches; I stand up, very aware of the

prince’s gaze on me.

He now steps closer. “Put the gloves on.”

I obey as he continues watching me.

“From what I have learned, they will have

a match of physical strength between the

Lunas. Even if you fail one or two tasks,

issue, but I at

you are strong enough to

position.” He gestures

him. “Attack me. Let’s

him, trying not to pay

his sizzling body, in just

forcing me to look up into his gold-green eyes. “We’re

later.” 2

My cheeks burn and I pout. “I wasn’t….”

when he

his command to attack

hesitated. Did he want

him? I didn’t know much, but I will try my best. I have watched Sinclair

a

and punch him with all the might I have, gasping

I cradle my

hard!

cocks a brow and steps back. “Ok. You

punch.” Despite my failure,

I wasn’t allowed to train.” I mumble, feeling

wrist.

want to train?” He asks.

I check out his

focus on the way his

that ridge of his V disappears into his sweatpants,

I did. I always

if I knew some

I say as he throws a

comes behind me. I gasp when he grips my waist, my heart thundering.

feet level to your shoulders. Don’t keep them so together or you will lose your balance.” He commands. I nod

am I able

he showed me, and

have it in you to learn. Tell

Mouse, do you do better under pressure or fear?”

as he does another two-

I imitate his

Neither.”

Then how do you expect to

working hard, not everything is done by fear or force Zedkiel.” I reply, freezing when I realise that I just said his name. My heart thuds as he grips my elbow, turning me to face him. I was so lost in

even think! 2

say?” His eyes are burning

fear or force.” My nightmare flashes before my eyes and I try to pull free as fear creeps

He growls, his hand curling

under my chin.

His name…

Our eyes lock

dips to my

growls before a cold small smirk crosses his face, making

cheeks burn. 1

Goddess…

of my neck. If he wants, he could kill me right now… Then

us.” I say quietly and I mean it, because this

my stamina, and so I did. Using the few combos, he showed me against the punch bag. He left me after a while and began

it back with every punch. The

hand or leg would make contact

feel his rage and anger as he channels it all into the bag.

the middle, he swore,