His Dark Obsession (Moonlight Muse)

EVANGELINE.

“And so, it has begun.” Evelyn’s voice which is filled with dread echoes in my mind.

“Zedkiel, please listen to me.” I say calmly as I step forward and take hold of his arm. My eyes blaze as I look up at him, feeling his restlessness and anger through the bond. “I need you to listen to me.”

I’m silently pleading with him, trying to calm him with my touch.

Please, my love…

He frowns, “I’m doing this my way. Innocent people are being poisoned! Mask up.” He snarls at the vampires.

I frown, sniffing the air. The stench of whatever is mixed in the fumes is strong and smoky…

“We need to find out how anyone got so close to do this, Zed, let’s act calmly.” I say, trying to place the scent.

Evelyn comes forward, and I take a deep sniff, letting her smell it too.

Elderwood affects Lycans negatively, making them edgy. Something not ideal before a battle and the fact it’s mixed in with poisons for vampires…

‘I think it is… if that’s the case, it’s only going to trigger Zedkiel more.’ Evelyn says.

“We don’t have time to play detective anymore, Evangeline. The time to act is now. Those behind these cowardly attacks will die!”

The agreement and support from the vampires who are now rallying behind him are immense in number, and I feel like the only one against them all

We are one…

I try to tell myself that, but it’s not what I’m feeling right now.

I glance towards the door where Ziahra and Zeina are and I pray she’s ok…

“I want the entire area ripped apart and those behind this caught!” Zed thunders.

I think the Elderwood and Zerachiel combined are probably doing their job…

I’m not seeing the Zed I know, but the Zedkiel who was ruthless and would kill all-No, the Lycan within him that would kill all.

“Bar the door!” Zed commands as he walks off to the table that sits in the middle of the foyer. Spreading a map on the table, he begins giving orders.

The anger and power radiating off him in waves make me uneasy.

I step back slowly, scanning the hall and looking out through the doors before they swing shut as the men and women obey him.

“Zedkiel, Ziahra was trying to tell us something. We might be playing into the hands of the true enemy.” I say loud and clear as I turn back to him, my voice ringing in the hall.

Silence falls, and Zedkiel’s eyes turn on me.

“Explain to me what they’re doing here, then?” Zedkiel asks. The distant sound of howls reach my ear and I frown.

Spinning around, I stride over to the table, my heart pounding as I glare up at my mate.

“Things are often what they do not seem. I want to talk to you privately, my love.” I say firmly. ‘Block off everyone and everything. I want to talk to you and you alone, Zed.”

He frowns, his eyes glowing red for a second.

‘What is it? We don’t have time, Little Mouse.”

‘No time for me?’ I ask softly as I step closer to him. I hear the change in his heartbeat before he sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. ‘Tell me… is it just you and I?’ I ask quietly.

I know this is risky, but how can I be so sure it is Zed I’m talking to?

‘What is it? I’ve blocked Zerachiel off.’ He says, but those very words fill me with unease, why did he have to clarify that?

That aura is still swirling around him…

I suddenly realise I can’t tell him, I know Zerachiel is powerful and what if he’s there… lurking behind those golden eyes…

It’s terrifying to know that the man I love also holds the evil that we must destroy at all costs.

I wish there is a way to do things without anyone dying… but Zerachiel is evil… it’s not a curse nor something I can take away. That was made clear.

In the end it was still going to hurt us… rip us apart and destroy us…

‘I just want to say, follow your heart, you know deep down who would and wouldn’t betray you. You know who has been there for you and those who have always worked against you. Remember to follow your heart, no matter what happens… ok?’ I say softly.

His eyes soften and I hope he can read my eyes; I hope he sees that I do love him.

I’m begging you Zedkiel… please fight…

Words that I can only scream within my mind. Words I wish I could convey…

‘You need to protect your people here, but I need to find the one responsible for this, because if there are traitors amongst the werewolves then we can simply hold him accountable. An entire race doesn’t need to suffer for the crimes of one…’ I say softly as I cup his face.

Please understand Zedkiel, please understand what I ’m trying to say…

My thumb brushes his bottom l*p, my heart squeezing.

His eyes glimmer and there’s confusion in them. He knows I’m trying to say something, but he doesn’t know what.

‘I love you.’ I whisper, ‘You… you are my destination… always…’

Reaching up, I k**s him deeply, my heart thundering as I realise I’m on my own…

This time, I need to be the goddess I am and right the wrongs of the past.

Why does this feel like goodbye?

His arms wrap around me, and I can hear the thundering of his heartbeat as he k****s me back, devouring me completely, his lips ravishing mine and his tongue runs over my lips before slipping into my mouth.

Those sparks that dance through us whenever we touch are thrumming through us.

There’s a hunger in his touch, he throbs against me, and I wonder for a moment, what if life wasn’t so hard… What if we could simply be free?

Will that day ever come?