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,

but I

are strong enough

position.” He gestures me to come

him. “Attack me. Let’s see

stare up at him, trying

his sizzling

look up into his gold-green eyes. “We’re here

later.” 2

think I have ever blushed deeper. My

off when he raises a

command to attack

I hesitated. Did he want me

know much, but I will try my

a few

him with all the might I have, gasping when it connects straight with his

there’s nothing. I cradle my poor

hard!

brow and steps back.

a punch.” Despite my failure, he

I mumble, feeling the throbbing

wrist.

nods. “Did you want to train?” He asks. “Imitate

forward. I check out his

trying not to focus on the way his

or the way that ridge of his V disappears

always thought it would be

if I knew some moves

he throws a combo,

gasp when he grips my waist, my

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

moves back am I able to

he showed me,

have it in you to

better under pressure

heart thuds as he does another two-

I imitate

Neither.”

how do you

stance right. “By 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

think!

His eyes are burning red and my stomach

I try to pull free as fear creeps into me but he refuses to

He growls,

under my chin.

His name…

whisper. Our eyes lock

dips to my

cold small smirk

cheeks burn. 1

Goddess…

of my neck. If he wants, he could kill me right now… Then we’ll do

and I mean it, because this was important for the

of the punch bags. Saying I needed to build 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 using one of the other boxing bags. His every punch hit the

back with every punch. The

his hand or leg would make contact with it also sent a promising

rage and anger as he

bag split through the middle, he swore, stepping back. Looking