His Dark Obsession novel Chapter 9

ZEDKIEL.

I gazed down at the woman who had tried to disobey me… "What’s wrong with her?" I asked the healer coldly, as he finished tending to her as she lay in my bed,

"She needs time to heal, that's all, my prince."

She had actually tried to escape me, yet she was foolish to think she could.

A naïve fool, one I should have killed by now for her disobedience… but somehow, I hadn’t. Not yet anyway…

She was pleasing to the eye, as an omega should be… From the curves of her body to those eyes full of an innocence I wished to destroy, but there was something else that set her apart from all I had seen before… I ran my knuckles down her smooth cheek, the dusting of freckles on her nose and cheeks only adding to her allure. I wasn’t lying when I said I wanted her begging for my cock.

This feeling… When I had touched her out there, I had felt it, almost as if something were pulling me to her, and her scent only made my sense of smell heightened. A fool might question if it was perhaps the rare fated mate bond, which is almost non-existent in today’s day and age, but it was also something I don’t think I’d ever have.

Only a mere handful found their mates, and above that… If somehow, I did have a mate, why would it be a lowly omega?

I pulled the sheets down slightly, admiring her breasts. Why did she entice me more than the women I had?

Perhaps this hunger for her was because of who she was. What better way to torment someone than to take the woman that the bastard Sinclair wanted for himself. I could tell she was currently untouched since omegas would carry the scent of the man they were claimed by, and she was still pure...

I’ll change that, I will soon make her mine and watch the bastard burn with jealousy. If he wanted, I’d allow him to watch the show.

I sneered coldly, twisting a strand of her black locks around my finger and tugging on it.

A flare of anger rushed through me as I turned my gaze upon the healer, who cowered before me.

I frowned, my cold eyes boring into him. "Time? It was a crash, why isn’t she healing faster?”

He lowered his head, joining his hands in front of him. "She needs a lot of rest; she doesn’t seem to have her wolf, or she’d be healing already, my prince."

My eyes blazed, and a vicious snarl left my lips as I grabbed the fool by the scruff of his neck. "She is eighteen, her owners made that clear." I hissed.