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

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… because even Selene went

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

my Little Mouse in there, just grown and thrived

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

away shyly, making me smirk as I

then. We will look for a

Goddess walks towards me. The shimmering white mist masks the

isn’t it?” She says,

her close, before claiming those plush lips in a sizzling kiss. “Nor as

hands that

you too,

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

breath hitches, a soft sigh escaping her, and I

of her dress has

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

do you think our names are

that would mean when someone is

she reaches up and the branches rustle and move until a branch from

coming off the tiny branch. One glowing brightly, and one… burnt

to know how to read the names to know who these

name is on both.” She

figured.” I

caresses the charred leaf as she turns her head to

Her voice is

me, and to only want me for herself? Yet here she is telling me

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

skips a beat, but she tilts her head,

repeat itself because there is no way I could treat you both equally. I love you f*uc*king crazily. If

different.” She whispers, her smooth creamy

another woman to be with me,

love for us both.” She

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

as she stares at me.

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

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 her