The Alpha's Blind Fate
Chapter 110: The Grim Reaper

Chapter 110: The Grim Reaper

The king is a subject to his subjects.

ZINA

"Believe me when I say I am not one to judge, but the sight of the normally incorruptible Theta and the new Alpha King doing such carnal things at night was such a pleasure to see."

Zina staggered in shock at the frosty feminine voice that carried on to her as if laced with spikes. She immediately recognized that the voice belonged to none other than High Priestess Cha’lie.

The gods...of all people that had to catch her it had to be the woman.

Zina smiled a sugary smile, turning to face the woman. "High Priestess." She greeted with a slight tilt of her head in the woman’s direction.

Cha’lie, dressed as scandalous as ever and in a cloth that was certainly not her official dress smiled a venomous smile. "Theta." She greeted back equally as curtly.

Perhaps the woman thought that Zina would fall to her feet to explain whatever she might have seen her doing with Daemon, but Zina had no intention of doing that. With another tilt of her head to the woman’s direction, Zina turned to leave.

"You will not explain the scandal that I just saw, Theta."

Zina halted, rolling her eyes with her back against the woman. "Scandal?" She scoffed like the word was a foreign concept to her. "Believe me I know nothing of what you speak of."

The woman chuckled darkly. "As I’ve always expected, the incorruptible Theta is certainly not ordinary. Very well, I shall carry on as if I saw nothing."

Zina turned a furtive glare at the woman who was probably just coming back from one of many scandals of her own. Her lipstick was smudged, her dark eyeliner a little bit out of boundary away from her eyelids, and her black raven hair missing a few pins that was probably hurriedly forgotten.

And her eyes shone like she had chased an unforgettable high.

"That is because you saw nothing." Zina said matter-of-factly before she left.

On getting to her room, she met Seraph who looked happy to see her as she tended to the wounds on Zina’s back. But she could not shake off a feeling of aloofness she felt on the maidservant’s side... it was almost as if she spoke less than she normally did as the girl tended to her till morning.

Before Zina could make head or tail of Seraph’s unusual moodiness, Falcon graced her dwellings that morning looking grim.

"Alpha Prince Falcon." Zina greeted, groaning as she moved her body. She was almost regretting her reckless adventure with Daemon, but the good results made her blush whenever she remembered the kiss that had set her body on fire.

That morning, she was clad in a white ceremonial dress with a gold coloured rope cinching it to her waist. Her silver whitish hair was twisted into multiple braids and they were gathered together at the back of her hair.

"Theta Zina." Falcon greeted and Zina almost shrinked back from the formality of their address... but then she remembered she had started it in the first place.

It occurred to her that she knew nothing of Falcon’s thoughts on the political upheaval that was currently sweeping through all of the Arctic North.

Eldric might have banished his two brothers from the palace and only gifted them with a pack of no more than five hundred werewolves, but Falcon was still his brother at the end of the day.

"Are you okay?" She inquired, actually concerned. "I mean, with everything that is currently happening."

Falcon frowned, reminding Zina of how much he resembled Daemon and how little that amounted to when compared again to Daemon himself.

"Do not tell me you think I will pity my brother after everything he’s done to our pack, the North... and to you." He finished the last words, his voice sounding regretful.

Zina’s expression was rueful. "He’s your brother regardless. Surely you must...."

"I do not feel anything for him right now, Zina."

There, finally he called her name.

Zina smiled. "It is fine. But why have you come to see me?"

Falcon’s expression hardened again. "If you’re still inquiring then that means the news is yet to reach you. Dae... I mean the Alpha King summons all of the rank one and two officials of the Arctic North at the Great Hall. He says no one will be leaving until we all give an account for the past six years."

Zina gaped at Falcon in horror. Rank one officials referred to the Alpha King’s Beta, Gamma, Delta, Theta and the Alphas and Betas of the five high ranked packs. While rank two officials referred to the Alphas and Betas of every other pack which included Falcon, and all the Thetas of the five high ranked packs.

"There’s commotion in the capital," Falcon explained grimly, "they say a huge amount of money is missing from the treasury and all of us will answer to it."

"All of us?" Zina repeated not quite believing her ears. "Surely the new Alpha King does not accuse us of conniving with the dethroned king?"

Falcon pinched the area between his forehead. "I believe it is worse than that. This matter is far graver than it appears I’m afraid. Already, Eldric’s beta, delta and gamma and their families are already imprisoned."

Mass prosecution? That wasn’t exactly new.

Zina gathered her dress in her hand, stepping through the stream that flowed in the moon shrine.

"In that case, let’s go."

Before she could take any more steps away, Seraph bolted into the room as if she had been listening all along... and she clutched Zina’s dress in a manner that held her captive until she was unable to take any step away.

"You must not leave Theta," Seraph muttered in a strange voice, "that man. Your mate and the new Alpha King is the grim reaper. He will take your life Theta!"

Seraph began to cry, and Zina found herself befuddled. Just what had Seraph seen in the Desert South that made her spew such frightened words.