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,

of a way. Perhaps we need something to hold your power for when you return to earth, because in your full celestial state,

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

still my Little Mouse in there, just grown and thrived into a

and I know

making me smirk as I continue to watch

will look for a way, My

walks towards me.

She

her close, before claiming those plush lips in

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

you too, Little

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

her, and I inhale her scent, one that has become even

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

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 duty to create them, she can only guide the process… Bonds are unique, and sometimes what the Goddess foresees may not

somewhere on this tree, do you think our names are written?”

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 out her hand until

leaves coming off the tiny

didn’t need to know how to read the names to know who

is on

figured.” I say

she turns her head to me, her eyes glistening

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

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

me, Evangeline.” I say, “You are the

she tilts her head, waiting for me

equally. I love you f*uc*king

this time, things could be different.” She whispers, her smooth creamy hands wrapping around

feel possessive of me? You are simply going to allow another woman to be with me, and not be jealous?” I

I would, but you hold enough love for us both.” She

I want you to do that.” I say, voicing the thought that has niggled at my mind from

shock as she stares

don’t know how, and I know her wolf is gone, but she deserves someone to love her as I love you.” I say, and I mean it. “She doesn’t deserve love out of

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

never do anything out of malice.” I say, and she