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

couple ever mated is part of this tree,

in your full celestial state, you cannot

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

grown and thrived into a goddess

blushes faintly, and I know

me smirk as I continue to

We will look for a way,

before they leave and my beautiful Goddess walks towards me.

She says, looking at the

reply, gripping her waist and pulling her close, before claiming those plush lips in a sizzling

laying on the edge 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 my shoulders, wrapping around my neck tightly as she kisses me harder. ‘Oh, I love you so much, Zedkiel.’

you too,

I gaze into those tawny eyes; eyes, hair and lips that I was once warned about… how this curse and the scriptures painted a false picture, but 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,

soft sigh escaping her, and I

to me. The top layer of her dress has three

of the moon’s power, only then 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

tree, do you think our names

guess that would mean when

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

identical leaves coming off the tiny branch. One glowing brightly, and one… burnt and shrivelled and hanging

know how to read the names

is on

I figured.” I say

as she turns her head to me,

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

that I want her crazy in love with me, and to only want me for herself? Yet here she is telling me she’s fine to

within me, Evangeline.” I say, “You are the woman I

tilts her head, waiting

there is 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 by my side.” I sigh as I cup

time, things could be different.” She

c*oc*k a brow, displeased. “So you don’t feel possessive of me? You are simply going to allow another woman to be with me, and not be

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

to 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

eyes widen in shock as

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,

her. I don’t want her to think I

anything out of malice.”