His Dark Obsession by Moonlight Muse

17. An Omega’s Life

EVANGELINE.

He let go of me suddenly, his blazing red eyes returning to normal as he stared at me with such intensity, I could feel my cheeks burning under his gaze. I felt scared, not knowing what was going to come next.

He turned away from me, pushing the files off the desk as he ran his hand over his head and down his face, exhaling sharply. Clearly trying to calm his raging heart.

Did he have a nightmare?

Nervously, I began gathering the files that he had just sent flying to the floor. ”

Leave them.” He hissed.

I froze, looking up at him. “It’s ok, it’s

my fault… I… came in to ask you about lunch but then I shocked you…” I mumbled.

“Lunch…” He looked at the clock on the wall, frowning.

Something wasn’t right…

“No thanks, I’m not hungry.” He frowned. His gaze dipped to my neck before lingering on my breasts. I nodded, quickly placing the files on the desk and turned to leave when he spoke, making me stop in my tracks. “Where are you from?”

Sadness washed over me at the thought of the Silver Mountain Pack.

Grandmother Philomena… Alpha Aeron… Sinclair… the staff… life as I knew it was gone…

“The Silver Mountain Pack…”

“I meant before they took you in.” I should have known he didn’t mean that. I turned back to him and shook my head.

“Before that… I don’t remember.”

“I heard Aeron found you in a village full of dead….. you were the only one living…

Tell me, how does one child survive a massacre?” He stood up, now circling me slowly. “How did you alone survive? How did you lose your memory? Did you even lose it or is it all simply a façade?”

My head shot up as I stared into those intense eyes of his. For the first time in my life, I felt as if I was being accused. No, not even felt. He was blatantly alleging that I had a hand in what happened back then. I held his gaze, trying to hide my hurt. I couldn’t believe he had just said that…

My heart was pounding as I tried to control my emotions while he simply watched me, waiting for an answer. He wasn’t even joking…

“I may not be perfect, Prince Zedkiel… but I am no monster. I was ten when that happened.” My voice shook and for the first time, not caring about being courteous.

My chest was heaving as I stared up at him, but deep down… I knew it shook me because that was a question I too asked myself. Countless times… No one else had ever questioned that and deep down I never wanted anyone to, but it was a thought that always lingered in my mind. Fuelled by self-doubt, fear, and uncertainty.

How did I alone survive? I know I’m not evil, and I wouldn’t dare think of killing anyone, but… “Do I look like a murderer?”

“Not everything that glitters is gold either … Looks can be deceiving, Little Mouse.” He murmured, his hand wrapping around my throat. My breath hitched, wondering what he’ll do.

I wrapped my hand around his wrist, my heart thumping as I braved myself to speak. “I know I’m just a nobody, but I’m no killer. I promise.”

Tilting his head, he applied more pressure for a second, making me gasp, his gaze dipping to my lips before he let go of me. “Maybe…” He wasn’t only a heartless monster… he was cruel, too. Our eyes met, but I said nothing. I saw his eyes flash with irritation before he turned his back on me. “Get out.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. Leaving the room I shut the door behind me with relief.

I am not a monster.

was I trying to convince? Him,

in the afternoon, and I had gone to eat in the omegas dining room. It was almost empty. Only two other Omegas were there. As Zedkiel had ordered, I was wearing a backless dress. I didn’t like my skin being on show. He could have branded my arm or wrist, yet he chose a place that was

hair framing my face. I sighed, pondering over what Zedkiel had said, the sound of the fork scraping against the plate a little

place was deserted. There was an open time between 12pm to 4pm so anyone could

when you got the chance. I had come just before 4 and managed

“Evangeline!”

see Lucia walking towards

events of this morning, no one even approached

“Lucia.”

smiled at me, scanning me over, and looked relieved.

sat down on the seat beside me. “Alistair asked

I would love to get out of here … even if it was just for a few

fact, we are treated better than many Omegas who live like servants.” She said

not knowing if I’ll even survive a week. His hot and cold moods confused me and his latest accusation….”

Yeah, of course.”

knew how I was

away, and quickly left her at the table.

waiting by the back side door!” She called out after me.

he’d allow me… not after me trying to escape. But still… I wanted to ask. So gathering my courage, I entered his quarters. He was

is it?” His cold

deep breath, I pushed open the door. He was standing staring at the wall that held maps, notes, and pinned images of what looked like pictures of bloodied, dead bodies. I shuddered, and it took me a second to realise that this wasn’t there earlier…

He asked, making me blink and turn to

I asked as he walked over to me and circled

“Who?”

Ch-Chasyn’s Omega.” I explained, my heart thumping when he stopped

gasped when he ran his knuckles down my back, tracing

I could do with more clothes… and other items… So if I could please go-”

hand suddenly left my

his desk. Opening the drawer,

Take my card.”

looked up at him as

a moment before slowly taking it from him. Perhaps

this how life was going to be?

his eyes as he observed me intently when I didn’t reply. “I’m warning you, Little Omega, if you try to run… I will hunt you

“No… I wasn’t thinking of leaving. I promised not to run again…. I was just wondering if perhaps I could do something to earn money.” I braced myself, readying for his wrath

When I’m offering you money?”

don’t want to mooch off others. When I lived with the Welhavens, I did a lot of extra jobs to earn a little

what?” He asked, sitting down in his seat, his long legs stretched out in front of

but I tutored some pups, I babysat… and I even worked in the café in

now. You don’t

away, pausing, and looked back at him. “I -I could do something

raised his eyebrow, and I felt a wave of anger roll off him. “You belong to me, Little Mouse, not the castle, and I would prefer it if you

when I looked back at him, a thought came to my mind. He

it out.” He snarled, making me flinch. I guess I had wasted enough of his

to say… My name is

M- mouse or Little Omega…” Why did he call me little? There was nothing little

left the room, hurrying downstairs as I slipped the

asked him how much I was allowed to spend! Oh well, I’ll be

was waiting for

she had left already?