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

is part of this tree, if that bond survives

for when you return to earth, because in your full celestial state, you cannot walk the earth.” Another high servant

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

still my Little Mouse in there, just grown and thrived

to me and blushes faintly, and I know it’s because of everything we did last

looks away shyly, making me smirk as I

will be all, then. We will look for a way, My

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

isn’t it?” She says, looking at the

you.” I reply, gripping her waist and pulling her close, before claiming those plush lips in a sizzling kiss. “Nor as

that rest on my bare chest now run up my shoulders, wrapping around my neck tightly as she kisses

you too, Little

picture, but the truth is, we had to find our own answers and

a soft sigh escaping her, and I inhale

hand to me. The top layer of her dress

can I perform 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 foresees may not always be the best, but once the bond is created it cannot

this tree, do you think our names are written?” I ask, trying to understand her

mean when someone is mated to

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

branch that has two identical leaves coming off the tiny branch. One glowing brightly,

how to read the names to know who

is on

figured.” I say

her head to me, her

no qualm.” Her voice is soft, and I know she

crazy that I want her crazy in love with me, and to only want

say, “You

beat, but she tilts her

no 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

be different.” She whispers, her smooth creamy

are simply going to allow another woman to

but you hold enough love for us both.” She answers, reaching up

be blessed with another mate, and I want you to do that.” I say, voicing the thought that has niggled at my mind from the very first time we

in shock as she stares at

and I mean it. “She doesn’t deserve love out of pity, or to be second best, she deserves someone

just said. “We would need to ask her. I don’t want her to think I did this out

anything out of malice.”