His Dark Obsession novel Chapter 4

EVANGELINE.

How could I be so stupid? How could I let myself believe he could truly love me? I felt foolish, I am what everyone says, what Celia said. I am a nobody, and I will never be anything to Sinclair other than someone to fill his bed on request.

I take a step back from him, needing some distance so I can think clearly. “B-but do you mean as yours, on the side?” I whisper.

His gaze softens, and he sighs, stepping closer and grabbing me by my waist, he pulls me close.

“Of course. I care for you, but we both know you can't be a Luna, or even bear pups. So, you should consider yourself lucky that I will still keep you. No one else will want you, but I still do.” He says softly. “I’m sorry if I scared you tonight, Evangeline, I just… you look beautiful. You’re my little omega.”

His words stung, and somehow, I feel like the man I admired was vanishing, but then why is his gaze so soft?

Maybe I am overreacting…

Deep down I don't believe that though, I am hurt.

The sound of footsteps approaching came, and Sinclair's eyes flash with irritation before he steps away from me. I, on the other hand, feel relief wash over me as Grandmother Philomena comes into view.

“Ah there you are, Evangeline! Come, I have a gift for you.” Her eyes flicker between us both before she motions at me to hurry, and for the first time in my life, I am thankful to get away from Sinclair.

I follow Grandmother Philomena not even realising I am shaking slightly. I had imagined my first kiss a thousand times, but it wasn’t how I had expected it…I never imagined it to be filled with so much torment. How I had dreamed of kissing Sinclair a thousand times, yet now that I had, it hurt worse than the wishful thinking. For so long I wanted him and thought he would love me, I was naive as he doesn't love me. He loves the idea of me as his side whore and nothing more because I am an Omega… an object for him to use when he couldn’t be bothered to pleasure himself, right?

His apology niggled at my mind and the urge to run to my room filled me.

“Step up!” Grandmother Philomena says curtly.

“Yes, Grandmother Philomena!”

I hurry after her brisk stride until we end up in the room, where I heard her and Alpha Aeron talking in.

“Right so the gift is, tomorrow evening there is a ball at the Alpha of Alphas castle, and of course, we are invited. I actually think it would be befitting for you to come, too.”

My stomach sinks, so soon, they are getting rid of me so soon. I wouldn’t even be graced with a chance to say goodbye to the only home I have known. If it was not for the conversation earlier, I wouldn’t have been worried… but taking me to a ball on a full moon where all werewolves are more restless and hungrier… I know it is how they are planning to rid me of the pack.

“Grandmother, wi-will it be ok if I come? I mean, I'm just an Omega?”

“You will be fine, you will come as my assistant, and you are easy on the eyes. No one will mind. I will have your clothes sent to you, I expect you to be ready at nine in the evening, sharp!” She says, her tone leaving no room for argument.

“Yes ma’am,” I reply, lowering my head to her.

“Now off you go, enjoy the party, I shall head to bed.”