His Dark Obsession

chapter 76

“Alpha Prince Zedkiel Vilkas wins!”

The crowd cheers, once again far too invested in the entertainment that this game has become. Have they forgotten the issues from earlier? How shallow-minded are these people? I look down at Ragnar, he put up a good fight, but he just isn't at my level.

We're both breathing hard, and we are both pretty bloody and bruised, thanks to him refusing to admit defeat. Even now, his eyes still hold that challenging glint and frustration that he lost.

"You did pretty well," I say, holding out my hand to him.

He smacks it away before gripping my hand and wrist and allowing me to pull him up. He staggers, cursing under his breath as he leans against my shoulder.

"You did well," I say again.

"Not good enough," he replies as the healers come to assist him, and he moves back. Our eyes meet before he turns. He stumbles, almost falling, but the two healers grab hold of him, helping him to the side.

Time feels like it's passing by fast. These meaningless games…

Evelyn was surfacing more and more. What if tonight, when the luna matches began, she resurfaces? If she uses her abilities, there's a high chance that anyone who has seen the Oracle's quarters will connect the dots.

I just have to make sure Evangeline does not lose control, and if she does, to somehow get her out of there.

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Hours pass, and I now watch Evangeline get ready for the matches. I'm stretched out on the bed whilst she hooks her corset over her fitted black top, the corset only emphasising her hourglass figure. My eyes rake over her ass. Alistair had given her the outfit, and I was a little jealous that other men would see her in it. Black top, black wet-look leggings that cling to her deliciously. I wouldn't mind worshipping that ass.

We had put in two hours of training earlier, trying to give her last-minute pointers. I just wish we had more time. With everything going on, it had been a lot harder to get much training in. I just hope her instincts help her.

She looks at me through the mirror, blushing coyly as she now begins to run a comb through her long hair.

"Are you nervous?" I ask as I stand up and walk over to her, placing my hands on her hips from behind as I kiss her neck. Her heart pounds, and she bites her lip, leaning into me.

"A little… I just want to win and, at the same time, make sure I don't end up locked in my own mind. She's taking over with ease, and I don't know how to prevent it." She sighs.

"You'll be fine. You did well against Maryka, and hopefully, there's no foul play at work. I'll be watching carefully," I murmur huskily.

She sighs and nods. “Zed… the scriptures… Are we- I mean me and her… are we reborn to be doomed? Will we die again?" She's unable to hide the sorrow in her voice, and I wrap my arms around her.

"I don't think we can keep doing this. A time will come when it simply becomes too late… but I won't let it get to that. We need to find out where we went wrong in our past lives, get the facts laid out before us and then think of a way to break this forsaken curse," I say determinedly.

She nods thoughtfully. "Even if it's between the tournament trials, we have to make time before time runs out. We are having one round of matches today and then through tomorrow, but we need to make a list of things we need to do, starting with studying those scriptures and asking the King about all he knows, and Grandmother Philomena. I feel that she knows more. You need to talk to Zerachiel, or… maybe I should." She exhales, leaning back against me, and I'm momentarily distracted as I stare in the mirror, thinking we look good together.

I smirk, and she raises an eyebrow. "What are you thinking?"

"Well, aside from how I think the Chamber of Truth has a part in all of this… I was thinking how good you look against me," I say, wrapping my hand around her milky throat.

"We do," she whispers. Her breasts rise and fall, and the urge to turn her and pin her to that bed tempts me, but she has a match to go to soon enough.

"I recognise that look… if I win, maybe you can do whatever is going through that mind of yours," she whispers as she blushes, and I smirk.

"Oh, I plan to," I growl huskily, pulling her chin up and kissing her plump lips.

I release her after a few moments, and she sits down on the bed, slipping on her boots.

"The Chamber of Truth… do you think we could perhaps go down there? I know I'm not a royal, but if I'm part of those scriptures, maybe something will come of it, and perhaps there will be answers."

I nod. She had, after all, felt the energy when we were above the Chamber.

"I think so, especially since what I saw was a Shadow Wolf. What if the Chamber is Raziel? No one has ever mentioned seeing a wolf, but I have… and his words, 'Son of Darkness, away from my descendant…' I always felt he meant my vampire side, but I don't think so anymore."

"That makes sense. Then we do need to go there immediately." She looks up at me, frowning slightly.

"Sounds like a plan. Tonight, once the first rounds are over and everyone turns in for the night, we'll go down there. I don't think we should waste any time, not after what Kash and Zerachiel both said earlier today," I reply, giving her a hand and pulling her off the bed.

She nods. "I think that may be best, but will we be able to sneak out? Hasn't security become tighter?"

"Leave that to me," I say before we leave our room.

It will not be the easiest thing to do, but with a little assistance, I'm sure we'll be able to sneak out.

I frown as we head down, a sudden thought making unease creep into my mind. Maybe I am being paranoid, but aren't the rules a little excessive?

No mind-link, making us fucking isolated… Under the watch of guards for the majority of the time… We are boxed in by rules that won't usually hold us… We are kept safely away from the real world… I think that is a question I will ask Dad, too. Whose plan was that?

Stepping out into the grounds again, I look at the other seven Lunas. All seven are seasoned fighters, and I wonder why Philomena didn't let Evangeline participate in physical training since she had taught her everything else?

It's night now, and the lights are on, illuminating the grounds.

I spot the elderly Welhaven, and our eyes meet. She's stoic, her face emotionless, and I agree, she is someone we need to talk to as well.

"Alright, this is it," I say quietly, taking hold of Evangeline's elbow and turning her to face me. She blushes, and I know it's because there are plenty of eyes on us, but I couldn't care less. I lean down, my lips brushing her ear. "Remember what we covered in training and follow your instincts. You'll be fine."

She nods as an icy wind blows around us, and I lean down, pressing my lips against hers, ignoring the eyes I feel on us. I move back, and she looks up at me, her eyes full of concern and nervousness.

"Good luck, Little Mouse. You got this," I say, smirking slightly as I force myself to let go of her and back away. I step into the front row of the stands.

She breaks eye contact with me and walks to the other seven women, stopping beside Maryka as she greets them. I don't miss the confident smirk Maryka gives her and wonder if any of them realise they are pretty foolish to underestimate her.

"We will now begin the luna matches, and for the first round, we have…" All eyes turn to the screen as the images start flashing before it stops, and one face lights up half the screen. "Luna Celia Welhaven of the Silver Mountain Pack! Versus…”

The second side images flash, and I cock a brow when none other than my own woman's face flashes on the screen.

“Luna Evangeline Vilkas of the Moonstone Pack!”

Cheers erupt, and I see both women look at one another. I see Celia sneer at her and hear Evangeline's thumping heart. I smirk coldly. It's high time Evangeline gets the revenge she deserves.

Both women make their way into the middle, and I grip the edge of the stand, focusing on my woman.

You got this.Game on.