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 least

that you are strong enough

He gestures me to come

“Attack me. Let’s

at him, trying not to

sizzling body, in just

and he smirks, gripping my chin and forcing me to look up into his gold-green

later.” 2

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

when he raises a brow.

his command to

hesitated. Did he want me to just

much, but I will try my

to imitate a few moves.

I have, gasping

his anger, but there’s nothing. I cradle my poor hand, staring

hard!

brow and steps

punch.” Despite

mumble, feeling

wrist.

“Did you want to train?” He asks. “Imitate me.” His stance shifts and

forward. I check out his

focus on

looks or the way that ridge of his V disappears into his sweatpants,

always thought

I knew some moves to defend

as he throws a combo,

I gasp when he grips my waist, my heart

level to your shoulders. Don’t keep them so together or you will lose your

moves back am I able to focus.

as he showed me, and

in you to learn. Tell me

do you do better under pressure or

heart thuds as he does another two-

I imitate his

Neither.”

how do you expect

working hard, not everything is done by fear or force Zedkiel.” I reply, freezing when I realise that

think!

His eyes are burning red

my eyes and I try to pull free as fear creeps into me

that.” He growls, his

under my chin.

His name…

whisper. Our eyes lock

gaze dips to my lips.

like that.” He growls before a cold small smirk crosses

cheeks burn. 1

Goddess…

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

mean it, because this was important for

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.

with every

would make contact with it also sent a promising

feel his rage and anger as he channels it all into the bag. 1

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