His Dark Obsession by Moonlight Muse

I quickly climb down from the stands and hurry after him.

“Zed!” I call as I run to keep up with him, trying my best not to bump into anyone.

Is he alright?

‘You’re pathetic.’ Her voice comes in my head, but I refuse to listen to her.

I catch up to him, but he’s walking away without even so much of a glance towards me.

“Alpha Zedkiel, will you not stay for the next two rounds?” Someone asks, but he ignores them as well.

“Zedkiel…” I whisper in concern when I finally catch up to him.

He’s frowning as he stares ahead, but I can see the beads of sweat on his forehead. I’m uncertain if it’s from the match or from the pain that I’m certain he’s in.

We reach the doors to the castle, and he strides inside and towards our temporary quarters.

I don’t call him again, knowing that he isn’t going to reply, but I can smell the blood now.

Once we’re inside our room, he heads to the bathroom but before he can shut the door; I stop him. “Let me help.” I offer, squeezing through the door.

“I’m fine. It’ll heal.” He says quietly before he coughs again, bringing up dark blood.

“Did he somehow poison you?” I tilt my head; it makes no sense…

The cuts on Zedkiel were light. Even if they were poisoned, it shouldn’t have been possible from such small cuts to have such an immense effect on him.

“I don’t know, he barely landed a hit.” He replies h***sely, coughing up more blood.

“You need to see a healer!” I say, panic filling me.

He shakes his head and I quickly look around for the first aid kit.

“No, I’ll be fine.”

Grabbing a towel, I wipe his mouth, concerned as I stare at the dark blood stain. “It’s poison…” I say, glaring at the dark black-red blood.

“It’ll heal.” He says, lowering his head as he takes deep breaths.

I sniff the cloth, but I can’t sense any wolfsbane from it. He coughs violently, and I drop to my knees in front of him.

“Zed… is-is it possible that maybe you’ve been poisoned by something that is dangerous to vampires?” I ask, the sudden thought that has come to mind. I’ve studied poisons. Grandmother Philomena made me study herbs extensively and said all women who are not in combat should know about them. She said it is far more important for us to know how to heal. Although I always wanted to learn to fight, right now I’m extremely grateful to all she had taught me.

He lifts his head up, looking into my eyes, and my heart s*ips a beat, seeing his eyes are blood red.

“Maybe… but it’s impossible for him to have known what I am.” 5

I look him over when I suddenly remember the dust that I had seen coming from the gloves. I look down at Zedkiel’s chest, placing my hand gently on his skin. Parts of his skin are burning up and I can feel the heat radiating off him.

He groans and moves back, gripping my wrist.

It must hurt him.

“Wait here! I’m going to get some antidote.” I stand up, but he refuses to let go of my wrist. “Zed… I-I need to go…

We can’t waste time!

“They’re back…” He whispers, looking down at my hand, confusing me.

Pulling free, I rinse the towel under cool water before I wipe it over his chest and arms, hoping that if anything remained on him, this would wipe it off. Once satisfied, I cup his face, his lips are parted, and his fangs are showing, but he’s still as handsome as ever.

“I’ll be back. Hold on.” I say softly before I rush from the room. I may not know who to go to, but I know the one person I feel I can surely trust. The King. I’m certain that he is someone who will willingly help his

son.

need to request the correct herbs that will help him. I’m sure the castle

the guards. “Can you please mind-link the Alpha King? I must speak to

These men were chosen by Zedkiel and if

if everything is ok?

I say with a nod, crossing my arms

a few moments, I glance at the door. Should I go inside and

the door when I hear footsteps and

Evangeline dear?” He asks

some herbs.” I say, glancing sideways at

ones?” Alpha Ambrose

I ask, not wanting the guards

before motioning for me to fall into step

out of hearing range; I stop

or wolfsbane… it’s something

other side,” I whisper urgently. “I need some herbs to give him to fix

me in surprise. “You know.” He murmurs

I realise what he

my husband, of course, I know…” I say urgently, feeling worried as

that I can’t make out

both.” I’m uncertain exactly what he’s proud of but I simply give a small bow of my head. “Please, can you help me get the herbs that

I’m terrified for Zedkiel.

who has worked with herbs to heal

think so.” I

head to the greenhouse.” He leads the

loud by the king, for the most part, I feel as if everyone wishes to keep

hybrid son, it’s something I would have thought you may have looked into.” I say, hoping I sound polite. But what if something happened to Zedkiel and no one is able to do anything because they don’t know or care enough to find out what he needs… “There are three poisons that are the most commonly used against vampires and going by how Zedkiel was coughing up dark blood

I’m glad you

I am certain

the courtyards

sure I was well educated in such matters.” I explain when the guards outside the entrance to the vast greenhouse unlock the door and allow

Ok… here I go…

back. My greatest bet is that it is Vervain that was

indeed was strict with her education. My sister always used to say Philomena was very determined to make her learn

the king had

majesty has a sister.” I say as I pick up a small tray and pick out a branch of

passed years ago.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.”

be.” He looks at his hands and I remain silent. Although I want to know more about her, I’m too stressed out about Zedkiel. I grab the last of what I need, collecting a small pestle and mortar before

everything.” He nods and, coming over, places a cloth on top of the tray to hide what

smiles at me before he leads the way out.

to our quarters, he doesn’t come inside simply saying to keep him updated via one of the guards before he leaves. Entering the bedroom, I lock the door behind

hurrying to

still sitting there, doubled over

before I begin breaking some of

them.

what you’re

scooping some up with my fingers. I begin spreading it on his skin where it’s burning to the touch

moves back. “Careful

going to

doing.” He retorts, moving

him. “Stop being fussy.

asks with a raised eyebrow, and I don’t miss the

pout. He doesn’t understand how worried I am. This isn’t a time

over his skin as I apply the paste. “I think there

can feel him watching me silently, his head tilted

He preferred her…