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

part of this tree, if

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

is different, almost like a melodic hum that resonates within your mind. When she talks to her subjects, sometimes I feel like I don’t recognise her, but then she looks at me and all

in there, just grown and thrived into a goddess in

I know it’s because of everything we

making me smirk as

will look for a way, My

and my beautiful Goddess walks towards me. The shimmering white mist masks the ground, wafting around the

isn’t it?” She

as beautiful as you.” I reply, gripping her waist and pulling her close, before claiming those plush lips in a

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,

love you too, Little

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.

breath hitches, a soft sigh escaping her, and I inhale her scent,

and extends her hand to me. The top layer of her dress has three loops over her

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

our names are written?” I

mean when someone is mated to a

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

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

to know how to read

name is on both.” She

figured.” I say

the charred leaf as she turns her head to me, her eyes

Zedkiel, I have no qualm.” Her voice is soft,

her crazy in love with me, and to only want me for herself?

Evangeline.” I say, “You are the woman I desire, s*e*xually and

but she tilts her head, waiting

Evelyn. She doesn’t deserve this, but even if you wanted me to accept her, history would repeat itself because there is no way I could treat you both equally. I love you

be different.” She whispers, her smooth creamy hands wrapping around

You are simply going to allow another woman to be

but you hold enough love for us both.”

needs to be blessed with another mate, and I want you to do that.” I say, voicing

as she stares

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 everything

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.” I say, and she raises