His Dark Obsession

Abandoned and alone, Evangeline is just an Omega—the lowest of the low in a world ruled by powerful werewolves. On her eighteenth birthday, a devastating secret threatens to shatter her fragile existence and cast her into an abyss of uncertainty. Without her wolf, she’s a target, a liability, and a pawn in a dangerous game of power and desire. But when the Alpha Prince Zedkiel Vilkas, a man whose very presence chills her to the bone, fixates on her, Evangeline’s fight for survival takes a terrifying turn. Will she succumb to his dark obsession, or will she unearth a hidden strength to defy her fate?

His Dark Obsession

Abandoned and alone, Evangeline is just an Omega—the lowest of the low in a world ruled by powerful werewolves. On her eighteenth birthday, a devastating secret threatens to shatter her fragile existence and cast her into an abyss of uncertainty. Without her wolf, she’s a target, a liability, and a pawn in a dangerous game of power and desire. But when the Alpha Prince Zedkiel Vilkas, a man whose very presence chills her to the bone, fixates on her, Evangeline’s fight for survival takes a terrifying turn. Will she succumb to his dark obsession, or will she unearth a hidden strength to defy her fate?

The sweet scent of chocolate and sugary frosting filled the room, a stark contrast to the bitter truth settling in Evangeline’s heart. Eighteen years. A milestone for any werewolf, a promise of a wolf, a mate, a future. But for her, the promise had dissolved into nothing.

The candles on the black fondant cake, adorned with blood-red roses, flickered, casting dancing shadows that mimicked the turmoil within her. “Happy birthday dear,” Grandmother Philomena’s voice was warm, but it couldn’t melt the chill that had seeped into Evangeline’s bones. Last night, beneath the full moon, nothing had happened. No shift. No wolf. Just an empty, hollow ache where a part of her soul should have been.

She was an Omega, the lowest of the low, and now, even more useless. A wolfless Omega. The pity in Alpha Aeron’s eyes, the disappointment etched on Sinclair’s face—it all confirmed her worst fears. She was a failure.

The polite murmur of “Happy birthday” from the few invited guests, mostly high-ranked she-wolves hoping to glimpse Sinclair, felt like a distant hum. Evangeline smiled, a practiced, brittle thing, as she took the knife to cut the cake. Her eyes, however, scanned the room, searching for the one face she desperately yearned to see. Sinclair. He had promised to be here.