Evangeline
A growl makes my eyes fly open, only to see Zedkiel down on one knee next to me, his eyes glowing red, his canines out as he glares at me with such rage and hunger that I feel my entire body tremble with fear.
What is going on?It takes me a few moments to realise it is night. I must have fallen asleep without realising. My stomach aches from hunger. I barely ate in the last two days. The room is cold, and I realise my body aches from the awkward position I had fallen asleep in.
He grabs my elbows, yanks me to my feet, and pulls me towards the bed.
Bile rises in my throat as I see him look down at the shirt I am wearing, one I took after he had left. His eyes blaze as he tears it off, making me whimper in fear.
"I don't want you hiding from me," he growls menacingly as I try to cover myself once more.
Why did you do that? When you got angry at Celia for doing the very same thing?It hurt.
"Tell me, Little Omega, do I repulse you?"
I shake my head, despite how terrified I am, but I know he has seen right through me. A cold, heartless smirk crosses his lips as he slams me back onto the bed, his grip tightening.
"Lies," he hisses.
"My Prince," I whisper. The image of him ripping Odette's heart out makes my stomach churn, and the thick blanket of fear wraps itself around me again.
He is a monster… a monster that is now watching me as if I am his next meal. His hand wraps tightly around my neck, and my breath hitches as I feel his claws dig into my neck as he straddles me, pushing my head back onto the bed.
"Don't lie to me," he snarls viciously.
I nod my head slowly, my eyes blurring with tears.
Will he take me by force or kill me?"I-I'm scared… but-but you had many chances to kill me, and you haven't. You protected me today. I'm… I'm scared, but not like you th-think," I whisper. I am terrified, but my words aren’t a lie. He had protected me from Celia.
For a fleeting moment, his eyes return to normal. His heart races as he stares down at me as if unsure whether to believe me.
"Get away from me," he hisses through gritted teeth, his eyes dipping down to my breasts as he runs his tongue over his plump lips.
My eyes widened in surprise at his words, and as I observe him, I realise his entire body is tense and rigid.
Why does he want me to leave? Why is he allowing me to leave? Is it a trick?He leans closer, brushing his nose down my neck. "You smell so good, Little Mouse. Unless you want me to rip you to shreds… leave," he almost purrs, making my lips quiver. My entire body feels strange, and I am very aware of his manhood pressing against my stomach. I feel… funny.
"Prince Zedkiel." I slowly tug at his hand that is strangling me, trying to get him to let go.
He is struggling, I don't know what is wrong, but he is fighting himself.
Are the rumours true that the Third Prince can’t control his beastly instincts? How can he be declared the strongest when he has no control over his Lycan form?"Go," he growls, his grip relaxing ever so slightly, and I manage to pull free, clambering back against the headboard before I quickly jump off the bed. He doesn’t move, his hands dig into the bedding, his heart thundering loudly, and his eyes stay stuck on me.
I hesitate, only for him to snarl, baring his sharp teeth at me. "Go!"
I turn, not looking back, as I run to the bedroom door. Pulling it open, I rush to the door that leads out to the castle when I hear him swear, and the sound of something breaking reaches my ears.
I whimper, my hands fumbling for the lock on the door. I just about manage to unlock it. My heart is thudding, but I cannot bring myself to open it. I hear a vicious growl, making my head snap back towards the bedroom door once more. I stare at my hand on the door handle, hesitating. Turning, I look over my shoulder to the bedroom, where the angry Prince remains.
Something isn’t right. He told me to leave, but why is he behaving like this? He seems to be struggling rather than out of control. Is he in pain?
Against every instinct that tells me to run and get far away from the ruthless monster who killed his sister-in-law, I lock the door and turn around. I can’t leave him when he helped me. I will repay the favour.
Will he get angry that I disobeyed?I re-enter the bedroom, seeing him kneeling on the ground, his head in his hands. I hurry over, dropping to my knees beside him.
"Are you okay? Can I get you something?" I whisper; his eyes blaze as he turns his gaze to me.
"I told you to leave," he hisses, his eyes on my neck, where he had dug in his claws. His heart is thundering, and I see him lick his lips. I force myself to place a hand on his shoulder, only for him to hiss, pushing me away.
"Are you in pain?" I whisper fearfully, refusing to run away.
"Like you fucking care, I gave you the chance to leave," he snarls. "Do you wish to die?"
I am already dead, aren't I? There is no life for me.Gently, I inch closer. "I'm your omega, and it's my duty to be here for you," I manage to say, "Tell me, what's wrong?"
His eyes flicker back to their green-gold colour for a moment before a cold smirk crosses his lips, and he pulls me roughly into his arms. A scream leaves my lips as his back hits the bed, and I land in his lap.
"What are…" I am cut off when his arm snakes around my waist, his hand digging in, the other tangling in my hair as he pulls me closer.
Is this it? My end?I gasp as his tongue runs along the cuts on my neck.
Goddess…A sizzling tingle of pleasure rushes through me, my heart pounding as I relax into his hold. I don't know why I do it, but… it feels… good. I feel my core clench, and my lips tremble as his tongue continues to run tantalisingly along my neck.
This feels…The sting of my cuts mix perfectly with the pleasure of his touch, and I feel my core clench, and I have to bite back a sinful moan. Bravely, I grip his muscular arms as his hand tugs at my bra strap.
Why does this feel so dirty… yet… so good?My mind is feeling foggy.
"Fuck." He groans, the flick of his tongue now changing to a kiss. My heart is thundering as I straddle his lap, allowing him to kiss and suck on my neck. I feel him hardening beneath me, making me feel a thrilling spark course through me.
My body seems to have a mind of its own, conflicting with my mind. Despite the wounds he had made, it doesn’t hurt, and soon, both our hearts are calmer. Although our chests are still heaving, I can sense his anger has calmed.
His hand, wrapped around my waist, now runs over my bare back, making me gasp. I suddenly realise I am topless, something the Prince seems to enjoy. His hands run up my waist, caressing the side of my breasts and making my cheeks burn. When his thumbs brush my nipples, which are stiff against the skimpy lace, I yelp, moving back a little.
"M-my Prince," I whisper, trying to shy away.
He growls, resting his head back on the bed, his chest still heaving as he looks at me with his normal gold-green eyes.
"I told you to run. Why did you disobey me?" he asks, looking into my eyes. He holds my waist tightly despite leaning back and moving slightly away.
I look down. Will he be angry if I speak? "You helped me today… I wanted to…" If I say help, he might shout that he doesn't need any help. "I didn't want to leave you alone."
He raises an eyebrow, almost disbelievingly, as he studies me keenly before his eyes dip to my lacy bra, glimmering red once more.
"Hmm, but you disobeyed me, Little Omega and now you'll be punished."
My heart thumps, but I’m not scared. I don't know if it is the way his hands run up and down my waist or the glint in his eyes – cold yet… is that amusement? Whatever it is, nothing in my head is screaming danger, save the throbbing monster beneath me that I am trying not to think of.
"P-punishment?" I ask quietly, wondering if I should try to get off his lap.