The Alpha's Blind Fate
Chapter 105: Her Purpose In His Life

Chapter 105: Her Purpose In His Life

Lumpari Shifter (Level Four)

-Lumpari Shifters possess almost the same abilities as Ordinary Shifters—they can be manipulated by the Alpha Wolf, have limited control over transformations, and possess basic shifting abilities.

-However, unlike ordinary shifters, Lumpari Shifters’ wolf is not vulnerable to the full moon, neither does the full moon make their wolf stronger.

-Their wolves are also slightly bigger than that of an ordinary shifter.

— The Book On Shifter Levels

DAEMON

Because she is your Theta and your mate.

Daemon found the word ’your’ in that context to speak of a raw, primal need of possession that he certainly didn’t like. It wasn’t so much that he disliked the notion of owning something, but it was the fact that the sentence was phrased in such a manner to assume that he had no choice in the matter.

That whether he liked it or not, he was already inextricably bound to Zina WolfKnight.

She was his Theta and Mate.

"Tell me, Elderwoman." He drawled, "does Theta Zina WolfKnight still deserve to hold onto the position of Theta after everything that she has done?"

The woman smiled shrewdly... a smile that he found in that moment resembled the tug of Zina WolfKnight’s lips whenever the woman was saying something maddening or spewing some prophecy.

"If by everything that she has done you mean restoring your legitimacy as Alpha King, then of course she deserves to hold the title of Theta more than anyone."

So not only did they share the same smile, they also shared the same shrewd thoughts.

"In that case, have the healers leave the room." Daemon said curtly, stripping off his dress shirt at the same time in preparation to shift.

The Elderwoman saw what he intended to do and smiled like she had just a round of gambling.

"Thank you, Alpha King."

Daemon didn’t need her thanks, all he needed was Zina WolfKnight to be alive and well, so maybe then finally he would make sense of his incessant, parasitic obsession he had over her.

And that wasn’t a feat he thought he would be able to achieve if she was not well, alive and breathing. No, she had to recover if he was ever going to have a chance to unravel this mystery.

The door to the shrine shut leaving him alone with the drill sprawled unconscious body of Zina. He had to commend the Elderwoman’s trust in leaving him alone with her... such trust was even startling to himself but it only spoke of the confidence the Elderwoman must possess.

Daemon shifted in DireWolf form, prowling around her still body as if observing her. The link his wolf put on her told him that she was just an ordinary shifter, a fact that was in conflict with the strength that she had used to maneuver their bodies when the Deformed had attacked.

Who really was she? And what was her origins?

Her powers, were they truly real? If so, how did such a seemingly insignificant woman like her come to possess such a power that made men in their world bow to their knees.

Once again, he remembered Xalea Borne and his lifeless body, together with the fact that Zina hadn’t even inquired about him for once.

Not just that, the woman had not inquired about anything that happened that dreadful night Daemon found her.

Shaking off his nagging thoughts, Daemon let out a powerful growl that altered the direction of the flowing seemingly calm stream. A few artifacts in the room clattered to the ground, and Zina WolfKnight’s joints and bones started snapping until her shift was over.

Her wolf was a brownish red that was in contrast to Daemon’s DireWolf that was the color of an endless pit of black. In addition to that, her wolf was small and looked fragile. Yet again, Daemon observed that in contrast to the half-truths Vessira spilled, Zina didn’t look anything significant.

In wolf form, her wound was a gaping shallow hole hidden beneath her fur.

Daemon licked at the wound, an activity that his wolf found way too much joy in performing. The feral thing basically lapped at every part of Zina’s fur, and Daemon had to steer it back from wandering into forbidden territory.

Time passed and Daemon noticed that the stubborn gash was already healing albeit slowly. He couldn’t imagine what would have happened if the monster’s claws sank into Zina any more deeper. Sure death would have awaited her.

It was nightfall when Daemon growled deeply again, forcing Zina’s limp wolf form to shift back in naked, human form. Daemon shifted back too, his pants still clung to his waist and his torso bare. Without taking more than a glance at her naked form, he tossed his shirt over her body, wrapping her in it.

Then he carried her down the hall of the shrine to a room that looked suspiciously like hers. A mockingbird was trapped in a cage, and said bird glared at him as if Daemon was intruding on his space.

He placed her on the medium sized bed in the room, snagging back his shirt and then covering her back with a giant quilt. Her fever seemed to be subsiding too, and Daemon was already uncomfortable enough with their proximity that he wanted to leave.

If his wolf wanted Zina WolfKnight when he was still a Lycan Shifter, that was truly nothing in comparison to the desire that his current wolf form felt over Zina WolfKnight. It didn’t want her, it desired her with a need that bordered on insanity.

As Daemon had carried on with the mechanical task of nursing her back to health, his wolf had wished to decimate whatever caused her the wound on her back. When it had licked her back to health, it had wished to claim all of her till there was nothing else for him to claim. When Daemon had just laid her back on the bed, it had then wanted to stay by her side until nothing could ever keep them apart.

Daemon shrugged on his shirt, staring hatefully at the woman sprawled on the bed, naked form hidden beneath a quilt. Her almost silver hair was tousled all over her face, the long strands caressing her shoulders. Her lips, red as he had always remembered it, stood in contrast to her pale skin, and her face was slightly scrunched in pain as if she was having a bad dream.

He groaned, rubbing his hands all over his face as he willed himself to remember all of Yaren’s hate for her. At least if he remembered it, then maybe it would replace the sordid desire that had grown in the place of the hate that he had long watered in his heart.

He reminded himself sternly that Zina WolfKnight was only meant to have one purpose in his life; and that is to serve as a weapon for him to conquer the world. It was exactly why he had accepted the bond, and it was exactly why he was nurturing her back to health at that moment.

Really, anything he felt for her could not go beyond her one purpose in his life. She was just another piece on his board.

He turned to leave with his half-baked resolution when slender fingers slid into his hands, tugging him back.

Whipping his head back, the sight of Zina WolfKnight still submerged in her bad dreams was what he met. Her fingers clutched his tightly as if she was begging for salvation whereas her face scrunched in pain was now drenched with her own sweat.

"When will I die?" she whispered like she was trying to make sense of the words, "are you not tired of haunting me in my dreams?"

Did Zina WolfKnight also dream about him as much as he dreamed about her? Perhaps, did she obsess over him too?

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