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 at

strong

position.” He gestures me to

“Attack me. Let’s

up at him, trying not to pay

to his sizzling body, in

and forcing me to look up

later.” 2

think I have ever blushed deeper. My cheeks burn and I pout. “I wasn’t….” I

when he raises a brow.

command to attack

hesitated. Did he want me

but I will try my best. I have watched Sinclair long

imitate a few

might I have, gasping when it connects straight with

for his anger, but there’s nothing. I cradle my poor hand, staring at those abs, why was he

hard!

and steps back. “Ok. You

know how to throw a punch.” Despite

wasn’t allowed to train.” I mumble, feeling the throbbing pain in

wrist.

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

forward. I check out

to focus on

or the way that ridge of his V disappears into his sweatpants, and I copy

always

knew some moves

as he throws

waist, my heart thundering. He nudges my ankle with his foot,

keep them so together or you will lose

he moves back am I able to

showed me,

do have it in you

do you do better under pressure or fear?”

thuds as he

I imitate

Neither.”

do you expect to

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

think!

just say?” His eyes are burning red and

flashes before my eyes and I try to pull free as fear creeps into me but he refuses to

growls,

under my chin.

His name…

I whisper. Our eyes lock and

gaze dips to

growls before a cold

cheeks burn. 1

Goddess…

before running it down the centre of my neck. If he wants, he could kill me right now… Then we’ll do this your way. I am going to push you,

I say quietly and I mean it, because this was

before he steps back, his eyes hardening as he commands me to work out on one 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

it back with

hand or leg would make contact with it also

room. I can feel his rage and anger as he

when the bag split through the middle, he swore, stepping