His Dark Obsession

chapter 62 Alpha vs. Alpha

Evangeline

The lights are like glittering blurred orbs that dance around the stadium that is prepared for the matches in the outdoor training grounds of the castle. Where once stood an open ground now contains stands that can seat many, and the stands are full. In the centre is a square ring, where the matches will take place. They have emblazoned the symbols of each pack on banners that hang around the stands and on streamers that cross over the stands, with the most prominent banner being that of the royal family’s pack.

I watch through my own eyes, but it doesn’t feel normal, and I know why… I’m not in charge. It’s like I’m locked away behind a window. My heart still hurts from what happened earlier. Zed’s words after he allowed whatever that voice in my head is to pleasure him keep playing in my mind.

“Don’t think about it, Evangeline,” I whisper, feeling my eyes sting with tears again.

Oh, stop wallowing. I’m doing you a favour, Evangeline. You saw how Zedkiel prefers me over you. This is better for us,No, it isn’t. But I don’t argue. Being in here, I can feel her anger, and it’s immense. There’s an evil to it.

The Oracle…

I shudder at the last memory I had of her before the darkness inside of me took over.

I’m scared, too. After all, what Zerachiel told me… I shiver at the thought, but before I can even delve into my own mind where I’m trapped, the first round is announced.

“This is going to be fun,” she says, looking at Amora.

The woman smiles back hesitantly, and I- she looks out across the stands before she focuses on the eight men who are going to be participating. Each one holds power, although there’s a vast difference between them. Zedkiel is something entirely different. The power and dominance that he effortlessly displays demands respect and submission. They’re all in either shorts or sweatpants. A few of them are wearing tops, too, but I pay attention to Zedkiel. He’s one of the few without a shirt.

‘I actually prefer the bold Evangeline.’

His words pain my heart.

I close my mind from her and curl up within myself. It hurt a lot, and I know she wants that, but I refuse to give her that satisfaction. Nor will I allow her to take my body. All I ever wanted was to be free… and my body was the one thing that was mine.

She can’t have it. She won’t. I will take back control, and I will remember what the Oracle told me.

Is she okay?Fear rushes up my spine at the blood I had seen on my hands when I was given access to my eyes after that period of darkness in the Oracle’s office, and I fear what may have happened.

Is she okay? I need to get out there, take control and check on the Oracle!I need to tell Zedkiel everything before it’s too late! Then, next time when she takes over, he’ll know.

But will he care? After all, he prefers her and what she can do for him. She allowed me to watch her give Zedkiel a blowjob and let me see and hear how he enjoyed it. I feel the sadness inside crushing me once more, but I fight back the tears.

I am not weak! I can’t afford to be!The screen flashes, and Chasyn’s face lights up half the screen with his name underneath. Moments later, Amar Lendorn of the Dark Claw Pack flashes up next to him on the screen.

“Alpha Prince Chasyn Vilkas of the Moonstone Pack versus Amar Lendorn of the Dark Claw Pack!”

Both men make their way to the centre of the ring as everyone cheers before settling down for the match.

I’m calm as I watch them, wondering who Zedkiel will be paired with. Each one of them may be strong, but I don’t think any can really be a match for Zedkiel. I have sensed the unease from them around him, the way they all stayed out of his way, and I have seen his power and anger firsthand. Zedkiel is not someone to mess with.

I’m not worried about him, right?I feel the walls around me weaken ever so slightly, but I don’t do anything, waiting for her to relax. She currently seems to be gazing down at the match with keen interest, and I can feel Zedkiel watching her. She turns her head and blows him a kiss. He smirks, and my heart squeezes.

She makes him happy…But there’s something not right about her. She’s dark…

I stay still, not caring for the match much as she becomes absorbed with it, chuckling when Chasyn rips through Amar’s arm, and I hear something break. She chuckles, and I realise the barriers around me are weaker now, and that’s when I push forward with the courage and determination I never knew I had.

She gasps, and I feel her rage as she clings to the stand rail in front of us. Her aura grows, but it’s only for a few seconds, and I manage to win, pushing her back into the darkest part of my mind.

I bite my lip as my nails split and break under the force that they’re digging into the rail. My entire body is tense, and then I’m suddenly back in control. I let out a shaky breath, placing a hand on my chest.

She can never take control again! I must find a way to get rid of her!Her scream of rage rips through my head and I clutch it, fighting the ringing in my mind, my eyes stinging from the pain.

Stop!You will pay!“Are you alright?” Maryka asks, dragging her attention away from her husband.

I nod. “It’s just extremely violent, isn’t it?” I whisper shakily.

“Yes," she replies, her face pained as she looks at Chasyn. I glance around and notice even Lucia’s there; her eyes are glistening with unshed tears. She, too, is staring at the Alpha she loves, and I slowly turn back to Maryka.

Two women who love him dearly… his fated and the woman he claimed and cast aside. Why is life so unfair?

‘I prefer the bold Evangeline.’

I can’t seem to get those words out of my head.

My lips quiver, and I hate myself for it. This is why he didn’t like me, because I’m weak. But why do I care, right? I’m aiming for my freedom, nothing more.He will never want you. You heard him, one little taste of me, and he’s over you.I will not let her get to me!