His Dark Obsession

Chapter 63 - Beneath a Shadowed Moon

EVANGELINE.

Kash tenses by my side as Godric watches Zerachiel with keen interest.

Remember, no one attacks unless I say so,“We do not need to do this, Zerachiel. Let’s take it aside and talk,” I say clearly, my eyes simmering blue as Luna surfaces, her voice lacing with mine. “We are mates. Let’s do this together.”

“The only thing you want to do is kill me,” he scoffs.

He knows.“You’re doubting me?” I ask, raising a brow. “Do your people know that they are not following their true king, but his Lycan who has imprisoned him within his own mind?” I make sure my voice rings powerfully through the forest.

A few vampires exchange looks, their eyes simmering dangerously. I see their hesitation, but none stop. They are under his command, and they will obey his every order. He’s compelling them to obey.

I glance around, trying to find Ziahra, but she isn’t in the front line. Kash managed to contact her, and she said she’d be prepared. He’s on edge, and I know he wants to see her.

I never asked how things were between them, but it’s clear he cares for her. She would be taking a huge risk to go against him from their midst. We asked her to see if she could win over some of the vampires, but she had said they were under his command. The only ones who would be slightly immune were those of his own blood.

That left Ziahra and Zeina, and Ziahra had told him that she had tried to talk to Zeina, and she refused to defy Zedkiel.

She’s alone there, and Kash’s worry is legitimate.

“If we’re done talking …” Zerachiel sneers before he turns a little to face his people. His smirk vanishes, and his face becomes deadly serious. “Bring the queen to me and kill the rest.”

Roars erupt from the vampires as they rush towards the werewolves, who growl in response.

I fix my eyes on Zerachiel, unmoving as both sides meet in a roaring clash. I step forward, my aim only to get close to Zerachiel.

All these years, all these centuries and lifetimes, it was he who caused our end. That nightmare I had repeatedly was a warning I never heeded. Zerachiel kills me, in every lifetime. Not because of the evil within me, but to stop me from ending this all.

It makes sense; the signs were all there. Looking back, I see it. When Zedkiel found me, his Lycan pretended to care. The man who was always misunderstood because of his Lycan, became isolated because of his actions and rage.

Deep down, I know he regrets things he’s done, feels guilt, and hates himself for it. These are emotions I have sensed through our bond.

I walk towards him as vampires lunge at me, but my wolves intercept them. My powers are simmering at my fingertips, but until I get to Zerachiel, I will not use them. The gathering of so many vampires and werewolves is already making the balance waver.

“Careful, my dear mate. You don’t want to destroy the planet after all. There are far too many supernatural powers gathered here,” he says coldly, watching me.

He knows why I’m here.“So that’s why you wanted to do this with such powerful armies behind us,” I remark nonchalantly as I gaze into his handsome face.

Careful, Evangeline,We always lose,We won’t. Not this time,Believe it, and it shall be.“Maybe so,” Zerachiel replies, his eyes trailing over me appreciatively. “You look beautiful.”

“Thank you,” I reply, my eyes not leaving him.

There are still a few metres between us. He’s standing up on that raised rock, his confidence that nothing could happen to him radiating off him.

Now. She’s ready,Okay,“Are you scared, little mate?” He taunts.

“Who says I’m scared?” I whisper dangerously, raising my hand and making Zerachiel tense. A glowing ball of light appears in my hand, but I don’t plan to use it. It’s enough to capture his attention.

“Then come and get me,” he hisses.

“This time, you won’t win, Zerachiel!” I shout.

The growls of the wolves grow louder, and I hear the whizzing of the bullet from Kash rush past me.

“You!” Zerachiel snarls. He ducks, but something hits him from behind. He freezes as the smell of blood fills my nose, and he growls, spinning around just as I lunge at him.

I see Ziahra backing away with a gun in hand as Zerachiel throws a dagger at her. She ducks, and it misses.

“Cowards!” He hisses just as I slam him to the ground.

He grunts in pain, and I feel guilty, but this is the only way.

He throws me off him, his claws raking through my right shoulder with such power and strength it takes me by surprise. Pain rips through my arm and neck, spreading from my shoulder before I hit the ground; the wind knocked from me, and I hear a menacing, animalistic snarl from the left. One that makes me roll out of the way as I see Godric rush past and knock Zerachiel onto the ground.

He elbows him in the neck, choking him. Both men struggle, and I see Ziahra run to Kash, flinging her arms around his neck. Her heart pounds violently as he pulls her close, burying his nose in her neck for a split second before I spot Giordano, Kash’s younger brother, fighting off a few vampires from around him.

My heart fills with warmth. I hope they can forge a bond, because life is short.

And I hope Isa is safe; wherever she is.

Take Ziahra away. If Zerachiel gets up, he will kill her, and he can command others to do so,Understood. Thanks,I raise my hand as Zerachiel slams Godric to the ground, ready to rip his heart out, but Godric snarls as a purple light blasts Zerachiel back and both men stagger to their feet, bleeding and bruised.

Several vampires try to get closer to Godric, but the werewolves led by Ragnar are managing to fend them off.

“Thank you, Godric. I think I can take it from here. Hold them off,” I command.

“Stand down! It is not our king in charge!” Ziahra shouts from a distance.

I turn sharply, my heart thumping. What is she doing?Kash!I spot Zeina now, fighting and defending her people, but there is sadness in her eyes and fear when her eyes land on Ziahra.

Fuck, Evangeline. She isn’t listening and refuses to back off,She’s fuckin’ stubborn.She’s still trying to help, even when injured and in danger.She’s a warrior,One with a death wish,“I will kill you, Ziahra!” Zerachiel hisses, and I realise her shot had done more damage than Kash’s or Godric’s attack. He hadn’t expected to be attacked by one of his own, nor from behind. That was his mistake.

“No, you will not, because I’m going to end this first,” I say, drawing my sword.

His eyes flash, and suddenly, he’s in front of me.

I hear a shout, and then there’s complete silence around us. The ground trembles as a powerful surge of energy bursts into the sky, and I feel as if I’ve gone deaf.

His hand wraps tightly around my throat and sparks from the bond course through me at his touch. Sadness washes through me, seeing the hatred in his eyes. He’s stronger now. I can feel the powerful energy running through him.

“I am your mate, yet you want to kill me. But the question is, can you?” He whispers menacingly, and I feel something cold against my stomach. I don’t need to look down to know he’s holding a blade against it.

He wants to kill me, like he does every single time.