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, if

full celestial state, you cannot walk the earth.” Another high servant adds. “Yes…

subjects, sometimes I feel

grown and

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

smirk as I continue to

We will

bow to her before they leave and my beautiful Goddess walks towards me. The shimmering white mist masks the ground, wafting around

She says, looking at the

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

the edge of the tub with her legs spread for me, flashes through my mind, and I throb against her. Her hands that

love you too, Little

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

and I inhale her scent, one that

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

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

our names are

would 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

of a branch that has two identical leaves coming off the tiny branch. One glowing brightly, and one… burnt and shrivelled and

need to know how to read the names to know who

is on

I figured.” I say

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

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

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

not understanding the conflict within me, Evangeline.” I say, “You

but she tilts her head, waiting for me to

could treat you both equally. I love you f*uc*king crazily. If we were ever in a room

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

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

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

you to do that.” I say, voicing the

widen in shock as she stares at

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

ask her. I don’t want her to think I did this out of malice.

out of malice.” I