The Alpha's Blind Fate
Chapter 101: His Obsession

Chapter 101: His Obsession

DAEMON

It happened so fast that even Daemon’s newly acquired form could barely process it.

The creature. His first instinct to protect Zina out of the way. Zina whirling them around. Her blood spraying like a fountain before his eyes.

It all happened so fast.

Daemon had always known that he possessed an animalistic nature. Everyone did. But the thing that gnawed at his chest the moment everything processed in his mind was something foreign to him.

It was something so scary that for the first time in his life, he found himself hesitant to face something... whatever that thing that gnawed at his chest was.

They said there comes a time in one’s life when one has to look at the mirror and carefully observe themself. Daemon was learning that such a time was before him, and no matter how much Daemon looked at his own mirror, all that faced him was his own personal hell that came in the form of Zina WolfKnight’s lifeless, pale body.

Did he hate the woman? Yes. He hated Zina WolfKnight so much that not a night had gone by in the six of his existence that he wasn’t forced to think about her...dream about her.

Perhaps that had contributed to his insomnia. The fact that a man of such high standing as himself was scared of what lurked in the darkness that came when he shut his eyes. The divine image of a woman in white flowing dress, eyes blindfolded with a white cloth, and staff pointing at him.

It was insane. Stupid even. That somehow, Daemon who had never been a believer now found himself worshiping an image at night. Obsessing... torturing himself slowly till it almost drove him insane.

Yes, it was so stupid and insane that when they finally met six years after a torturous wait, their meeting had been so underwhelming that it barely made up for the pent up frustration that had gathered over the years.

So the truth was that he, Daemon NorthSteed, was obsessed with the woman that he also hated. So what emotion could that be pegged as? Want? Desire? Madness?

So when the mate bond had happened, he decided to hide all of his obsession over her in a kiss that had been just as underwhelming too. He was afraid that if he unleashed half of the pent up things that he felt for Zina WolfKnight, the control that he always prided himself in possession would spiral away....

...order would elude him.

So there he was, hands wound up over waist that were meant to shield her. But the stupid woman had gone ahead to put herself in danger’s sight.

All her earlier words came like a torturous caress to him. Their meanings taunting him.

You do not believe what I say I see?

What if I said that right here and now, something is coming for you? Something will attack you?

Yes, perhaps he was a fool-hardy sinner. The kind that paraded himself as an unbeliever, for after all, a prophetess had told him about his impending fate, and he had ignored the prophetesses words, choosing to walk a dank and gloomy path.

Her even stranger words beckoned to him like the whisper of death in his ears.

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

Was it true? Could this woman before him have seen him even before they actually met?

Daemon’s eyes left her pale figure to look up at the thing that was way too fast for the ordinary eye... even for his own eyes.

When the creature’s sinewy claws had dug into Zina WolfKnight, the creature reared as if in shock.

Shadow’s words explaining Daemon’s mother’s death came to him.

"The thing that killed your mother was so fast that the only thing I could see was your mother alive one moment, and then dead the other. Even when it took my wolf... I barely saw it. Just a grayish blur of mess."

Daemon’s eyes met the creatures’ red red ones. Understanding almost passed through them. With Daemon conveying so well how much he would haunt it down no matter what it was or where it hid.

This shit has been way too personal ever since Daemon understood at the age of four that being without just a mother was good as being a total orphan on both sides.

But before Daemon could process it, the Lycan-like monster-thing roared in a manner that was much like a grieving scream, and then it disappeared.

It didn’t hurt anyone, so it was abundantly clear that it had come solely for Daemon.

In everything that happened, what Daemon could not process was how Zina had turned them so fast she had taken the blow. Her instincts were way too sharp for an ordinary shifter, and the strength she used to maneuver both of them certainly was not ordinary either.

The darkness was encroaching on them, while the blood moon hung on the sky like a curse. It felt like night already, whereas it was just afternoon.

Yaren was up at the pavilion in the blink of an eye, assessing Daemon for any wound.

"Are you okay, Alpha?" He asked.

Daemon ignored him, carrying Zina WolfKnight in his hands. Her back wound didn’t look to be healing, and more blood gushed out of it. He hoped for her sake the Deformed’s claws didn’t reach her spine. Transitioning from a blind woman to a crippled one was not exactly wonderful.

Despite the fact that she looked lifeless, she was still breathing albeit disturbingly slowly. And she was still clutching her staff in one hand.

Daemon began to descend the pavilion’s torturous steps. It was taking way too long so he shifted into a hybrid form, taking the steps five at a time.

"We have caught Moorim. He is imprisoned alongside Eldric." Yaren announced, steps behind him.

Yaren’s lack of concern for the woman in Daemon’s hands was not well received by his wolf. To hell with gripping control over the feral thing, just the sight of Zina’s bloodied body had the wolf prowling around in anger. Daemon was sure he would snap the head of anyone that stood in his way with the way his head was all over the place.

Daemon was back at the Arctic Castle in record time, and Yaren followed dutifully, having enough sense to not raise his objections at the moment.

Laying Zina on a bed against her front. Daemon tore the back of her bloodied green dress, exposing five claw marks that dug deep into her back.

Her snoopy maidservant who had traveled back with them to the Desert South entered the room without knocking, tears brimming in her eyes.

"Theta Zina!" She screamed.

Daemon ignored the ball of crying mess that was examining the woman sprawled on the bed. "Yaren summon the healers. Her wounds are not healing."

Yaren’s eyes were filled with a thousand objections that were bare for Daemon to see.

Objections like why they were tending to her when they no longer had any use for her.

Objections like why Daemon cared so much even after everything.

But the man said nothing, simply glaring at the figure lying on the bed with eyes filled with animosity before leaving the room to do as Daemon commanded him.

Daemon, because he somewhat agreed with all of Yaren’s objections despite the gnawing need in him asking him to claim Zina WolfKnight, decided to transfer his aggression on something.

His eyes filtered to the staff still clutched in the woman’s fingers, and he pried it away, tossing it against the wall with a force that would shatter it.

But the wooden staff didn’t break as Daemon expected. Instead, it clattered to the floor in its whole glorious state, and engraved words on it glared back at him.