His Dark Obsession by Moonlight Muse

31.Rules

EVANGELINE.

I stare in the mirror, towelling my wet hair. The sun that shines through the steamy bathroom window really makes my skin glow and highlights the freckles along my nose and cheeks. Zedkiel’s words return to me, and my heart skips a beat.

‘I wouldn’t intentionally hurt you…‘

I smile faintly, his words basking me in warmth. I’m glad I told him about my nightmares, and I hope he understands that if I do get jumpy or scared, it’s because of those dreams. Everything he had told me last night replays in my mind, and I believe there is a connection between us.

The nightmares and his experience with the Shadow Wolf, a description that fit me perfectly was proof of that connection… but are we dangerous to one another? Sure, he had hurt me, but I saw the sincerity in his eyes. He hadn’t meant to.

But there is something that niggles at my mind. Last night he hadn’t completed his sentence… there was more to say before he stopped; ‘When I step into his life‘… at the end of that sentence, there was something he didn’t tell me… for what reason, I’m not sure.

I sigh, placing the towel down. I unwrap the one I have around my body and look down at my breast. The bruise was healing fast… I wrap the towel around myself again, looking forward to visiting the oracle. I’m certain she will have some answers…

Last night I dreamt of Zedkiel kissing me and just when he was about to go down on me, I had woken up.

I sigh as I return to the bedroom, my gaze falling to the bed. The side I slept on was rumpled, but the other was completely untouched. Once again, he hadn’t slept here… My heart thuds and I furrow my brows, getting lost in my thoughts, remembering the way he had held my hand, guiding me through the darkness. My stomach flutters and I frown. What is this? Am I fickle? Not long ago, I was swooning over Sinclair and now that’s just somehow been replaced by the man I want.

Wait, what did I just say… The man I want?

My heart thunders as I realise what I had just thought.

No! I mean I can’t, I don’t! How can I possibly have feelings for him? We have to stay away from one another, and then, when this tournament is over, I’ll be gone.

I take a shuddering breath, placing a hand on my chest when the door opens and I jump, only to see Zedkiel standing there, a thin layer of sweat covering his shirtless body, wearing nothing but grey sweatpants that emphasise his manhood incredibly well. It was obvious he had just returned from training.

My core clenches and I feel my cheeks burn as I stare at him. My eyes snap to his face, only to realise he’s as distracted as I am. His eyes rake over my body in this tiny towel… I clutch the front to me, feeling extremely self–conscious… His eyes flicker red before they return to normal.

He steps into the room; the door shutting behind him and he closes the gap between us, making my heart thump violently. The way he walks oozes dominance and power and there is just something incredibly sexy about that.

What is wrong with me?

I step back, only for him to take hold of my chin, forcing me to look up at him. “If you don’t want to tempt me… then don’t look at me like that.” He growls, his gaze dipping to my lips.

“l–it isn’t that… I just…”

I don’t know what to say…

crosses his face, and he cocks a brow. “Or is what

breasts are heaving, and I can feel my cheeks heating up as I shake

I don’t.” I say firmly, my eyes fluttering shut when he

He growls, suddenly

against him. I can hear his heart thundering, and I bite my lip when I feel him throb against my

I trail

and I find myself losing my will. There’s a part of me that’s telling me to move away but

What am I doing?

my ass and his lips meet my neck. Delicious sparks of pleasure rush through me and I find myself digging my nails into his biceps. He’s taking it slow, almost as if testing my limits. My entire body feels like electric currents are rushing through me, pleasant, electrifying,

my ass. His tongue flicks out, and he sucks lightly on my skin and when a moan leaves me, he curses, yanking back

and he’s devouring me. His tongue flicks out, running along my lips before he slips it into my mouth, exploring every inch. He hoists me up, and I

ass as he kisses me harder. I’m

on his tongue, making him squeeze my ass before he turns us

What if he loses control… He pulls away, looking into my eyes, his fingers running through my black locks before he slowly gets off the bed. His cold exterior returns

coldly before he turns and enters the bedroom. The door slams behind him with a violent bang, making

I suddenly feel cold.

What am I doing?

one wants little, weak, Evangeline… Let me

and

Why am

moment before I get up, deciding to get ready for

a word since then. He didn’t even spare me a glance and only when we sat down in

brother has chosen a woman too, Kara Irisian, the niece of the

of Alpha blood

too and I make sure not to even look at Sinclair, who is sitting right behind me. I can feel his gaze burning into me, but I refuse to give him any of my time, not after

King Ambrose says as he stands at the podium, the huge 100” screen behind him

against one another, others where the Lunas will face off against one another.

eight couples names, and I stare at mine and Zedkiel’s… Right above Sinclair’s who would have thought

meet before I slowly move back and give him a small smile. He’s still cold and emotionless, but his

exactly he thinks of me? But I also know that if we are to get past this it’s going to have to be me reassuring him of what I’m ok with… because I’m the one giving him mixed signals … I mean I don’t even know what

temporary and that in the end, I’ll be leaving, but until then we will need to make sure

based on the answers, the second round, which shall take place on the same day, is between the Lunas. They will

over, we aren’t being told exactly what kind of situation… I look up at Zedkiel, who is watching his father calculatingly, but

for selfish gains but for the betterment of this kingdom… So, let’s keep that in mind.” Alpha Ambrose’s voice is solemn and clear, holding the weight of his words. He looks around at all of us and his gaze stops on both