His Dark Obsession by Moonlight Muse

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Soren, one of the high servants, says to Evangeline.

It’s the following day, and we have spent the day learning everything we need to. There is a lot here that needs doing, neglected for centuries. I’m shocked they’re even functioning without their leader.

Without their goddess, the people themselves are looked down upon as outcasts.

We are now in the palace garden, standing beneath the celestial tree of Bonds.

Its trunk and branches are silvery grey, shimmering under the light and upon the trunk is the same symbol that covers Evangeline’s back, engraved into the tree, shimmering a deep silvery black.

The leaves of the trees are a stunning mix of all shades of blues, each leaf is lighter at the centre with a deeper blue hue around the edges and upon these leaves are written the name of every couple that is tied together by the mate bond in a shimmering silver.

I can see the shimmering words, but they are in a language that I cannot read.

When a leaf falls from this tree, it means that one of the werewolves has passed away before meeting their fated mate. Also, when a leaf burns, it means the bond has been broken.

“I can’t remain here. There has to be a way, regardless of me taking this mantle, that I can walk the earth again.” Evangeline says, her voice strong and gentle, yet I can feel her worry through the bond.

With our marking completed, we are closer than ever.

I glance at her. She looks breathtaking, her shimmering silver gown is adorned with gems and crystals along the shoulders and breasts, and her long hair is braided from the top and left open, cascading down her back and reaching her knees.

A crown adorns her head, and her hands and arms are covered with jewellery.

That’s something else I noticed. Despite the sun rising in the skies, her hair remains white. I wonder if it is because the true foundation of the Palace of Moonlight sits upon the moon?

Perhaps…

This conversation is something we ourselves have almost argued over… she promised to never leave me and yet she feels the burden of fixing things here, too. If that means I need to return here with her, then I will.

I walk around the tree wondering if my name is

of this tree, if that

we need something to hold your power for when you return to earth, because in your full celestial state, you cannot walk the earth.” Another high servant adds. “Yes…

talks to her subjects, sometimes I feel like I don’t recognise her, but then she looks at me and

my Little Mouse in there, just grown and thrived into a goddess in every

watched, she turns her attention to me and blushes faintly, and I know it’s because

shyly, making me smirk as

all, then. We will look for

to her before they leave and my beautiful Goddess walks towards me. The shimmering white mist masks the ground, wafting around the

beautiful, isn’t it?” She says,

reply, gripping her waist and pulling her close,

of the tub with her legs spread for me, flashes through my mind, and I throb against her. Her hands that rest on my bare chest now run up

you too,

the truth is, we had to find our own answers and figure it all out ourselves. But at least now we know what we need to do. We will fix this. “So, how does this tree work?” I ask,

her, and I inhale her scent, one

me. The top layer of her dress has three

this task… But bonds are made here, in a way the tree and the moon help form those bonds, although it is the goddess’s duty to create them, she can only guide the process… Bonds are unique, and sometimes what the Goddess

somewhere on this tree, do you think our names are written?” I

that would mean when someone is

up and the branches rustle and move until a branch from far up lowers

coming off the

didn’t need to know how to read the names to know who these leaves

name is on both.” She

I figured.” I say

she turns her head to me, her eyes glistening

Zedkiel, I have no qualm.” Her voice

love with me, and to only want me for herself?

not understanding the conflict within me, Evangeline.” I say, “You are the woman I

heart skips a beat, but she tilts her head, waiting for

way I could treat you both equally. I love you f*uc*king crazily. If we were ever in a room together, it would be you I’d want by

She whispers, her

simply going to allow another woman to

us both.” She answers, reaching up and wrapping her arms

say, voicing the thought that has niggled at my mind from the very first time we were told about this tree.

in shock as she

wolf is gone, but she deserves someone to love her as I love you.” I say, and I mean it. “She doesn’t deserve love out of pity, or to be second best, she deserves someone to love her with

be pondering over what I’ve just said. “We would need to ask her. I don’t want her to think I did this out of malice.

would never do anything out of malice.” I say, and she raises her