His Dark Obsession

chapter 33 A Voice

Evangeline

My mind is hazy; the pleasure makes me drunk. He took my nipple in his mouth, licking it sensually, making my pussy pulsate with pleasure once more. But then he sinks his teeth into me, the sharp pain making me cry out.

This…

My heart pounds violently as his canines go deeper until he draws blood from my areola. I grip his shoulders. The pain becomes unbearable, and I try to push him back. I feel the sharp pull of pleasure and pain as he sucks on my nipple.

"Zedkiel," I whisper, whimpering when I see blood spilling down my breast and into the water. Fear envelops me as realisation slaps me in the face.

He is drinking my blood. Moments of him drawing my blood and licking it away fill my mind, and when I look down at the man who holds me in a death grip, I realise exactly what Zedkiel is. He is not only a Lycan but also a vampire, a hybrid. My stomach churns as terror grasps me into its claws. I am in the hold of a vampire!

"Zedkiel!" I shout, panic flitting through me as I muster all my strength and manage to rip him off me. I sob, feeling his teeth tear through my skin as I scramble out of the tub. My knee hits the ground as I cover my mouth, tears spilling down my cheeks. I clutch my bloody breast, staring at the man- no monster, who licks his lips. His glowing red eyes turn to me, burning into me like a predator, and I back away.

Is this how they all die? Because he loses control?

I believe it now. His eyes flicker, and I see the familiar green-gold, but I don't wait. I run from the bathroom, blood spilling down my hand. I move my hand from my bleeding breast, my lips quivering when I see the torn skin.

I can't do this! I can't stay here! I will die!Blinded by fear, I can feel my panic rising. I run to the wardrobe, sobbing as I quickly pull on one of his loose grey T-shirts. I'm just grabbing some pants when I hear him enter the bedroom, and I freeze.

How will I escape?"Evangeline!"

His voice sends a shiver through me, and I pray he can't hear me. I scan the small area, backing away and pressing myself against the clothes. I hope he thinks I have left.

Omegas are silent… Omegas are unnoticeable… Omegas are-

His shadow looms in the open entrance to the closet. I gasp, my body shaking. I see him look me over. His heart is racing, and his gaze falls to my right breast, the blood soaking the shirt, and I see his eyes glimmer red.

I whimper as I cower away from him as he advances, squeezing my eyes shut. "Please go away."

He stops in his tracks, water still dripping from his naked body, and I don't understand how I even let myself get so close to him. I was so foolish.

"Let me see," he commands. I can feel his aura, like an entity of its own. It fills the tiny space, making it harder to breathe.

"Please go," I beg, my entire body shaking.

He frowns deeply, his eyes stuck on my bloody breast. He clenches his jaw, reaching for me.

"Leave me alone!" I shout. "Stay away from me!"

He freezes, and although I know I shouldn't be angering a monster, I don't care. I am going to die anyway if he comes closer.

He clenches his jaw before he turns, grabs some pants and walks out. I hear a door slam, and I fall to my knees, sobbing. I curl up, burying my head into my knees. I feel so alone.

Hours pass, but I don’t move. I know if I run, he will give chase. I ponder over calling someone for help but fear he'll do something to them, too. I only heard one door shut. I don't know if he is in the lounge or if he has left.

I wipe my tears away, the pain in my breast still throbbing. I look down. I need to clean this up and bandage it. It will take some time to heal. I stand up and try not to feel sorry for myself. Rummaging around, I find a white shirt I can use for makeshift bandages.

Leaving the closet cautiously, I return to the bathroom, spotting the blood that stained the floor. The bath was still full of water, only now it is coloured pink. The coppery smell fills my nose, and I feel sick.

I can't wait for the day I'm free of him. I know he can go back on his word and not let me go, but I am certain he won’t break his promise. I don't know how or why, but I can feel he isn't the type to lie. I am stupid to even have that trust in him. Does he even deserve to be King? Someone as dangerous as him?

Shaking my head, I feel guilty for thinking that. Aside from this, he's not done anything for me to question him becoming King. That isn't my problem, though, and I will go through with this deal and do my best, but I'm not going to let him near me. Not anymore. I'm certain he wants this crown more than anything, and if he wants it, then he’ll have to stay away from me.

A part of me reminds myself that I'm just an omega. He owns me. But I also know he needs me, and I will use that to protect myself.

Locking the bathroom door, I feel a little better, although deep down, I know if he wants, he can rip this door off its hinges and kill me within seconds. I pull the plug out in the tub, watching the water drain away. I turn, spotting the blood that had dripped from my breast when I left. The deep red splotches on the floor make my mind flash with images.

Blood… Fire… and… Snow?I grip my head as splitting pain rips through it, and I fall to my knees. My heart thumps as I hear someone calling me.

Evangeline… Evangeline…My head hurts, I feel the pressure building, and I scream in agony as needle-like pain erupts in my head, making my vision darken.

A young girl's laughter fills my ears, one that promises mirth and humour until it changes to shrieks of agony.

Evangeline! Help me! Evangeline!Get out of my head! Stop!But the pain only gets worse.

Stop.I groan as my vision darkens. I can't breathe.

"Evangeline!" That's a man's voice… It sounds familiar… I think I hear something splintering and a crashing sound. Still, I'm not sure and I finally succumb to the darkness.

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ZEDKIEL

A week later.

That night, I messed up.

For a fleeting moment, I saw her relax, and rather than run from me, she embraced our closeness. Until I fucked it all up and ripped through her flesh. I don't remember what exactly happened. I just know that the urge to taste her blood consumed me, and I had bitten into her. Then I remember her torn flesh and blood dripping down her breast as she stood across the bathroom.

But it was the look in her eyes that got to me.

The fear. The fear of the beast before her. The same fear I see in the eyes of everyone else.

I found her screaming on the bathroom floor, and then she had lost consciousness, probably due to the blood loss. I wonder how much I had drank, and although I hated it, it rejuvenated me like none other ever could, and I wanted more. So much fucking more, and I know I can't. I carried her to the bed and bandaged her up before wiping her clean, hoping she'd be okay.

When she awoke the following morning, her words still replayed in my mind as she stared ahead, refusing to look at me.

"I will help you win this tournament, but I need you to promise me that you will stay away from me." There was no fear or worry in her voice. It was emotionless and hard.

Like always, I fucked it all up.

I had agreed, and since then I have only met her for her physical training; even then, Alistair or someone is always there. She's improving, but at the same time, I feel as if she's become closed off.