The Alpha's Blind Fate
Chapter 100: He Will Never Believe Me

Chapter 100: He Will Never Believe Me

ZINA

"Telling a false vision once again, are we?"

Zina almost staggered at the sound of his voice, but thankfully, her subconscious remembered that she had an image to uphold before thousands of werewolves that were beholding her for what was probably the first time in years.

She didn’t like to boast about it, but not everyone had the privilege of seeing her face.

Really, she was not boasting.

Zina faced Daemon squarely, knowing that time was ticking against them. She could almost feel the Alphas, Betas, and Thetas standing on the lower pavilion stretching their ears for a good gossip.

They must be wondering what the hell was happening, had Daemon won or not? Was the time of the DireWolf finally nigh?

Zina bowed in true obedient fashion. "You’re here, Alpha Daemon?"

Zina could see it. The way his lips must be tugged into a smirk as he observed her through those stormy dark eyes of his. Eyes that were shrewdly intelligent and saw more of the world than he ever let out on.

The crowd broke into hushed whispers.

Is that the banished prince?

My my, is he not a sight!

What’s that smell! Is he a Supreme Shifter?!

Is being extremely gorgeous one of the Moon Goddess requirements to become the reincarnation of the Great Beast Wolf? *Squeals* That is cheating!

And I hear he is the fated mate of our own very Theta who took a vow of chastity. *sigh* Talk about twist of fate

"Are you not wanton for torture," Daemon drawled, "why cover your eyes when you can see? Does the beauty of the world cause you discomfort? Or perhaps you’re uncomfortable to watch the catastrophe you have wrought unfurl before your eyes."

Zina pushed away the gossips to somewhere at the back of her mind as she breathed in deeply. This man standing before her who was supposedly her mate didn’t trust her. And was that not a surprise.

"You do not believe what I say I see?" Zina asked.

Daemon scoffed audibly. "What you see? As far as I can see myself, your eyes are blindfolded to the world."

Zina tried hard to convince herself in that second not to be angry. This man was simply trying to get under her nerves, and now more than ever, she had to prove him wrong.

Taking a deep stuttering breath, Zina decided to bare some of herself. Much of the animosity between her and Daemon, if not all, could be said to have been caused by her. So she would extend the first olive branch of goodwill.

"When I was fourteen, I used to see a man in my... visions."

"Don’t you think it’s a little twisted to confess about your first love to your fated mate." Daemon’s voice came as a dark tease that was aimed to strip her of any confidence she heard in the tale she was telling him.

Ignoring the Jab, Zina continued the painful confession. "That man was you." She whispered in a voice so low she was sure that if Daemon was not an excellent shifter, he would not have heard it.

There was silence.

And then, "surely you do not expect me to believe that?"

Zina smiled bitterly. Damn Sybril and the fact that she believed something could ever exist between her and Daemon. "What if I said that right here and now, something is coming for you. Something will attack you."

She could almost hear Daemon’s dark smile as the words rolled off her lips. "Then I would ask you why you’ve not tried to prevent it from happening. You should have stopped me from climbing this pavilion. But then, not like I would expect you to care, nor do I expect the truth from you."

Zina bunched her dress in her free hand, trying to calm her bubbling annoyance. "If I had told you, you would still have climbed this pavilion nonetheless would you not?"

There was silence between the both of them, and that silence told Zina all she needed to know. That this man before her who thrived on logic and order would never believe a word that came out of her lips.

Unclaim me, she wanted to say. She wanted to ask him to ask the Temple to remove their bond, but the courage was not in her.

Despite the fact that she could not see a viable future with him, there was this desperate yearning somewhere in the distance that screamed for love. And this desperate yearning would not allow her to so easily fall again in the pit of being the abandoned one.

She could not with her own hand, and by her own self, bring such torture to herself.

Before any of them could say any other word, the crowd began to scream in astonishment.

The sun! The sun is moving!

Darkness, there is only darkness!

The Theta’s vision is coming true!

Truly, Alpha Prince Daemon is the reincarnation of the Great Beast Wolf!

The moon, the moon is out!

The gods! And it is just afternoon!

All hail the great beast wolf!

All hail the new Alpha King!

But even as those words were screamed, Zina could still feel that Daemon was a large, unmoving, unbelieving rock before her.

Oh well, she had done her part. She had told a true vision, and no one would easily question Daemon’s legitimacy as Alpha King after that day.

But one thing still worried her. When she told Daemon that something would attack him there and there, she wasn’t joking. Although when she had seen that vision, she hadn’t seen clearly what exactly would attack him.

It could be an ordinary shifter with a vengeful streak, or it could be something else.

Zina hoped it was the former. Already, Ablanch and the Temple warriors had prepared large bolts of silver and wolfsbane to take down the attacker if ever there was going to be one. Although it seemed very illogical that Zina was worried about a Supreme Shifter—but she had felt so very uneasy when the half-baked vision came to her.

Zina stood, feeling the new darkness caressing her skin. It was mid afternoon in reality, and yet, the Lunar Eclipse was truly happening in the most bizarre manner.

The crowd was still chanting, cheering Daemon. And Zina could feel the uneasiness of the ones that stood in the lower pavilion. But when the time comes, even they would have no choice but to bow to Daemon.

"Do you believe me now?" She said to the man who stood as an unmoving rock before her.

Before Daemon could respond, a terrifying growl rang out through the square, and the hair raising sound reminded her of the same sound she heard when she was escaping with Xoli.

The growl that was inhumane and animalistic like something that was starved for centuries.

Before Zina could process it herself, she felt the pavilion below them shattering as the crowd screamed. Strong hands gripped her by the waist, waltzing her out of the way.

Zina quickly tugged of her blindfold to tell Daemon that he should be worrying about himself and not her. But her body hugging his, her eyes met something that looked like a dead werewolf stacked with three more werewolves to make its size.

Crimson bloody eyes.

Greyish eyes.

It was too fast, and Zina could not let out the warning in time. Time slowed, and Zina waltzed their body until hers blocked the blow that was coming for Daemon.

Claws ripped through the skin of her back, and those claws ripped out almost immediately as if realising they had made a terrible mistake.

The man holding her let out a roar that Zina would have gladly died to hear at any time. And then darkness submerged her.

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