His Dark Obsession novel Chapter 10

ZEDKIEL.

Her eyes widened with horror as she shook her head, her heart pounding violently.

"Please no! I'm sorry! I won’t run, don’t h-hurt th-them!"

She seemed to care far more for those who discarded her than they had for her.

I was done with this conversation. Turning away, I stormed out of the room and headed out of my quarters for a little air that was not clouded with her scent. Her rejection was only adding to the burning furnace within me. The truth was, there was something about her that intrigued me from the moment she was unable to look away from me, unlike everyone there at the ball she didn’t even lower her head in respect. But her eyes had held fear just like the rest of them.

Fools.

I walked through the dark stone walls of the castle, my footsteps echoing in the silence.

Sinclair Welhaven… His arrogance from dinner flashed through my mind, making my anger only rise. I wouldn’t mind tearing him to shreds for his disrespect.

(FLASHBACK – EARLIER AT DINNER)

"It’s a pleasure to dine with the heirs to the throne, and I'm sure whoever is chosen to be king will be deserving," Sinclair remarked.

Ragnar smirked, "Of course."

The table I was seated at held the future Alphas to all six packs, save the Night Dust pack, which was still without an Alpha heir.

"There are rumours saying it will be put to the people, a contest of some sort?" Darvin Flint, future Alpha of the Moonshine pack added.

"Then, may the best man win." Sinclair declared raising his glass.

"To the future, and rightful ruler." Chasyn added, raising his glass.

I scoffed, refusing to join in their petty toast.

If it was going to go to the people, then they could easily be bought.

"Will you not join us, Prince Zedkiel?" Sinclair remarked.

Raising my eyebrow, I downed my glass and placed it down. I ignored him, but it was obvious he wasn’t going to let the conversation go, because even after they clinked their glasses, drinking to their petty toasts his eyes remained on me.

He put his glass down and chuckled lightly. "I understand the topic must be hard for you, Prince Zedkiel, when the majority assumed you would be given the sign of future ruler in the Chamber of Sight. It's a shame it wasn't so, but alas, we can’t change these divine decisions. The one most fit will be king."

Blistering anger festered inside of me, and my grip on the glass tightened, shattering it. Startling the women at the table. I clenched my fist, letting the glass shards cut into my palm.