The Alpha's Blind Fate
Chapter 107: Your Theta, Your Majesty

Chapter 107: Your Theta, Your Majesty

ZINA

When Zina simply stared at Daemon with her jaw dropped in disbelief, he frowned even harder if that were possible.

"I guess you’re too prude to understand the language. What I meant to say is that if I had sex wit...."

Zina’s hand flew to cover her ears as she screamed that he should stop already. His frown morphed into a glare at her visceral reaction, while Zina returned the favour with a glare of her own.

It turned into a glaring contest, and while Zina could understand why she was glaring at him, she didn’t know why he was. And that peeved her more than she expected it to. It was then that she felt a hotness at her fingers, and one look down, and she found herself gripping tightly at Daemon NorthSteed’s fingers like he was her lifeline... which he was not.

She quickly detangled from the hold, breaking the glaring contest which highly offended her competitive spirit. Next thing, the bed dipped, and Daemon was storming away from her room.

She gulped, her hands darting underneath the quilt to check her body for... what? Some signs of defilement? Or perhaps some signs of night long passion like the ones that Theta Audrey described to her whenever the woman mischievously recounted her night adventures just to let Zina know what she was missing out by taking a vow of chastity.

She halted her hand midway of perusing through the middle of her legs and then sighed. What was she doing with Daemon NorthSteed? And what gave her the idea that the man wanted to do anything remotely intimate with her?

She glared frustratedly at the lone candle that lit the room. What was he even doing in her room by the way? On her bed nonetheless? Sleeping beside her for the matter and looking nothing like the manipulative miscreant he actually is? And why had it looked like she was the one that was gripping his fingers instead of the other way round?

What other way round?

Sweet goddess, stop it already Zina!

Buried in her chaotic thoughts, the word ’scandal’ popped up like a glaring red flag. Before she knew it, she was up on her feet, quickly tossing on a night slip, grabbed a red cloak and then she was chasing after Daemon. She groaned as she became aware of the gaping wound on her back which triggered memories of what might have happened in the last few days.

No matter, she pushed at the memories, chasing after him. She ran down the cobbled steps of the Temple, and luckily for her, she found her target downstairs. But unluckily for her, he was in the company of Yaren, and a woman with bright brown hair that looked so beautiful in a dangerous way.

Both Yaren and the young woman were glaring at each other, and it seemed like they had come to look for Daemon. Noticing her presence, their glares turned to her, but while Yaren’s glare hardened on seeing that it was her, the woman’s glare turned strangely mischievous.

"Well, who do we have here?" She drawled, "It’s none other than the revered Theta of the NorthSteed Pack that unites all of the Arctic North."

Somehow, the woman was strangely familiar, and while her eyes were hardened like she had seen much of the world, Zina who saw beyond her demeanour could bet that she was her age mate.

Daemon ignored her presence, addressing the two. "And for what reason have you come to find me?"

Both of them wanted to answer at the same time, but the young woman’s high pitched voice filled with mischief rang harder. "Your Majesty, I’ve come to ask that you put Lykom Lupus’ torture in my hands. I am afraid Yaren is way too soft to handle him."

Zina’s jaw dropped open in spite of herself. Did this woman just use the word soft to describe Yaren?

Yaren’s response was a scathing dark look. Zina understood from her own unfortunate encounters with Lupus that the man was a hard nut to crack. But she didn’t believe he would last long with how persistent Daemon and the people around him were.

"Do you have any defence, Yaren? Apparently you’re too soft to handle some wimp?" Daemon asked with all the disinterest in the world.

"I will have Lykom Lupus confessing to his crimes soon."

The young woman laughed. "Soon could be six months for all I care. I shall have him confess in twenty-four hours if you would allow me, your majesty." She finished with a flamboyant sweeping bow.

"You can have him then, Red Hand." Daemon said meaningfully, and whatever look that was in his eyes took the fight away from Yaren.

Wait... Red Hand?

Zina whipped her eyes to the woman who was now smirking devilishly as if she had won a trophy and not the opportunity to torture one of the most hardened man Zina knew of.

Daemon had the support of the Red Sisters?

No wonder. Zina had seen a visceral darkness swirl in the woman’s eyes. And while she was not dressed in the Red Sisters uniform, her pose still made her look the part of one.

The rumored brutality and torture that initiats went through was etched to every surface of her body like she was a living testimony of a girl that had seen the red fiery pits of hell.

Zina briefly wondered what age she was when they had taken her and turned her into this. Eight? Seven? Or five?

The woman whirled and left, her boots clicking against the floor and echoing in the silence of early morn. And Zina could have sworn as she was leaving, she turned to look back at her again. Daemon made to leave with Yaren when Zina, aghast at his blatant ignorance of her presence, spoke in the coldest voice she could muster.

"Your Theta wishes to speak with you, your majesty."

Both men halted in their strides, and Zina could clearly see the tension that ran through Yaren’s body. Well, she wished the hateful man could see that she didn’t care at all for him. Whether she liked it or not, Yaren NorthSteed’s hate for her might stand the test of time, and she was already forcing herself to get used to it.

"What is it, Theta?" Daemon sneered almost tauntingly.

Zina refused to fall into the trap that was his blatant taunts. Despite what he might think of her, she had been Theta for six years, and in her opinion, she had done well in navigating the never ending river of politics.

"I wish to speak to you alone," Zina said blandly, with no emotion to her words.

Yaren left reluctantly, not before he threw Zina one of his, in her candid opinion, outdated glare that Zina acted like she could not see.

"What is it?" Daemon asked impatiently as if he wanted to be anywhere but there with her... as if he had not just crawled out of her bed, provided he didn’t exactly crawl...but still the same point.

Squaring her shoulders, Zina spoke. "I must ask that the knowledge you were in my bed remains between both of us."

"Excuse me?"

Zina tipped her chin up, hating the glaring difference in their height. She was on the high side of average height, but Daemon’s height against hers made her look shorter than she actually was.

With annoying reluctance she explained. "If anyone was to know that the Theta of the NorthSteed Pack was in bed with the new Alpha King... let’s just say that doesn’t exactly do wonders for my standing and vows."

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