His Dark Obsession
14. The Omegas

EVANGELINE.

We both turned, startled to see the prince standing there, luckily he was fully dressed, but somehowI was extra aware of his chiselled body and the way he filled his shirt out... knowing exactly what hewas packing under it.

Oh my god, not that kind of packing! I meant his muscles, arm muscles!

"Alpha Prince Zedkiel.” Dolores bowed her head graciously, but I could smell the fear coming fromher. Like everyone back at the ball, she feared him... I shouldn't get too distracted either... He was abeast, a monster who would kill instantaneously.

"Give her the very best, I don't want to see her in anything less than appealing.” He said coldly, hiseyes on my bare legs.

I pressed my thighs together, tugging at the hem of my shirt, hoping it covered enough.

"The very best." Dolores's attention turned to me before she looked back at the prince. "Of coursemy prince... Your insignia then, in what item would you prefer she wear it, a broach, a necklace orperhaps a-"

"I'll deal with that, just get her the clothes.” He snapped coldly before he left, the room suddenlybecame more breathable, and even Dolores exhaled.

She looked at me and it was as if she were observing me for the first time. "Perhaps, for now, youshould wear... these, and in time, I will get what the prince has asked for. We may need to sendsomeone shopping for you..."

"But you have many clothes here." I didn't want to owe them anything

"The prince has made it clear that he is claiming you.”

Claiming me? The words made me uneasy and when she passed me the tiniest red knickers and abra that I don’t think was going to cover much. "These?"

"Yes, the Prince's orders.” She said, a flash of an expression I couldn't understand flitted across herface before she snapped her fingers. "Go change.”

I didn't argue, if it meant he'd let me live... Wearing these clothes wasn't too bad. At least I hadclothes that weren't his.

Ten minutes later, I was regretting my positivity. The bra did nothing to hide or hold anything, onlypushing my boobs into my face. The red peplum top she gave me was so tight I was sure if I had aglass of water it would burst from the seams, and the trousers she gave me... well let's just say theywere so fitted, that the tiny knicker outline could be seen from behind.

"Madam, I think these clothes are a few sizes too small.” I mumbled as she shoved a box into myarms roughly. The corner jabbed into my arm.

"No. They're not. Now put those on.” She commanded, and I didn't bother complaining as I openedthe boxes and looked at the black patent heels.

I slipped them on, hoping I didn't have to wear them all through the day. They weren't comfortableat all.

"Dolores I have the latest!” A slim man exclaimed upon entering, from his soft pink pants and his silkshirt to his perfect boots, I knew this man was a lover of fashion.

"What do you mean, Alistair?" Dolores asked sharply.

"The king may be expecting the princes to take brides soon, especially since fated mates are so rare.Do you know what means, my sunshine?"

Sunshine? Dolores was anything but a sunshine...

"It means we need to make sure we have the finest clothing and party planners ready just in case.”She replied briskly as she sighed, tossing her pen onto the file.

"Yes, that or..." His gaze fell on me, and he looked me over. "Oh, I like that outfit."

Dolores looked at me as if she had forgotten I was even there. "Move along, I'm sure you haven'teaten. Go to the kitchens and ask for Charlie, he'll help you with the prince's rota and tell you all youneed to know. Tell them I told you to get some lunch!”

"Thank you, Madam Dolores." I said lowering my head to her before I hurried out of the room, veryaware of my fitted outfit. I wondered what else they were talking about before Alistair trailed off,but the last I heard before the door shut was Alistair whispering.

"No Dolores, no Luna means they are out of the tournament race.”

The door shut with a resounding thud, echoing off the stone walls, and I frowned as I made my wayto the kitchen. The tournament... it sounded like something I had heard of before... wasn't that whatAlpha Aeron was discussing a few weeks back?

I just wish I had paid attention... What exactly had he said... I mused, my mouth set in a thoughtfulpout.

I gasped when it suddenly came back to me.

"Oh of course! Because none of the princes had been given the sign to be the next king at theirrituals... the Supreme Alpha King would hold a tournament and the winner would take the throne!" Isnapped my fingers, proud of myself for remembering.

"Well, well, well, look at the dirty little slut we have here.” I froze when none other than Celia's voicecame.

I turned to see her with her sister Odette, both wearing similar smirks on their faces. AlthoughCelia's was far uglier.

"She's alive." Odette whispered as if it was the most shocking thing in the world

Then again, I guess it was

"He probably found her so disgusting he tossed her out, I think I'm right. She doesn’t even smell ofhim!" Celia hissed.

"If he took her, she'd be dead.” Odette whispered.

"Excuse me." I said not wanting to entertain them for any longer.

"Hold up, you little bitch, we aren't done." Celia hissed, grabbing my arm, and pushing me againstthe wall causing pain to rush through my shoulder. I hissed, trying to stop myself from yelping. "Justbecause you're wearing designer brands now doesn’t mean you're anything more than someonemade to clean up after a real woman.”

"Celia... she’s wearing designer clothing... we shouldn't-"

"Oh Odette, she probably stole them from someone. How dare you!" She slapped me across myface, and to my horror, she grabbed my sleeve from the shoulder and ripped my top violently as shelaughed. "See? First Sinclair didn't even want you, now even the prince doesn't!"

That stung...

She slapped me again, and I flinched, as she ripped my top, even more, revealing my breasts. "Stopit!" I shouted, covering my breasts as I backed away.

I scanned the hall frantically, but I was alone, and there was no one to help me.

"Celia..." Odette whispered warningly, her face pale as Celia didn't care, simply slapping me oncemore.

Suddenly a terrifyingly menacing growl rumbled off the walls as a dangerous aura swirled aroundus, and it was almost as if a darkness fell over us. All three of us turned as Odette whimpered,backing away in pure fear. Whilst Celia was frozen in shock and somehow, somehow, for the firsttime since meeting him, I felt relieved to see him.

Zedkiel.

However, when he spoke, a shiver of terror ran down my spine.

"How dare you touch what's mine.” He hissed, his voice shaking with pure rage that made all threeof us tremble with fear...