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 that bond survives

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

your mind. When she talks to her subjects, sometimes I feel like I don’t recognise

Little Mouse in there, just grown and thrived into

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

making me smirk as I

will be all, then. We will look for

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

beautiful, isn’t it?” She

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

and I throb against her. Her hands that rest on my bare chest now run up my shoulders, wrapping around my

love you too,

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

escaping her, and I

of her dress has

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

names are written?” I ask, trying to understand

when someone is mated to a

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

her hand is the tip of a branch that has two identical leaves coming off the tiny branch.

read the names to know who these

name is on

figured.” I

leaf as she turns her head to me, her eyes glistening with

voice

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

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

a beat, but she tilts her

her, history would repeat itself because 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

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

going to allow another woman to be with me, and not be jealous?” I ask, unable to

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

don’t. She needs 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 very first time we were told about this tree.

as

her as I love you.” I say, and I mean it. “She doesn’t

I don’t want her to think I did this

do anything out of malice.” I say, and she raises