The Alpha's Blind Fate
Chapter 113: His Caged Nonchalance

Chapter 113: His Caged Nonchalance

To tame a king is to ask his subjects to rule in his stead.

ZINA

Zina stared with horror at the severed head that lay at her feet. She was numb to any feeling as she stared at the severed head of the Delta of the NorthSteed Pack. A sight she was sure Seraph would have otherwise enjoyed since the man was the same person responsible for handling Seraph during the days she was still a slave.

Unfortunately for Seraph, Zina could not do much against the man. But now it would seem as though Daemon himself had taken her vengeance.

Albeit in a twisted way.

"What is the meaning of this!" A voice that Zina didn’t bother to recognize billowed from somewhere at the back.

Severed heads were still raining down like head-rain. The sight was nothing short of claustrophobic and Zina suddenly wished she was anywhere but there...and she was sure she wasn’t the only one feeling like that.

However the same couldn’t be said for someone like Brestom IceSavage who was suddenly standing by her left side and grinning like a maniac.

"How is it that you’re not dead?" He asked in an airy tone.

From the back, Zina heard a poor older man—probably some Beta—puke his guts out. Another retched, while a woman fainted.

Zina put on a deplorable act of despair. "You would be surprised at how hard it is to take my life."

The old Theta of the Howling Pack was suddenly standing by her right, her cutting glare on Zina like she was the one responsible for all that was currently happening. Zina rolled her eyes, since her left and right sides weren’t free from people that hated her, and her feet were encumbered by the sight of rolling heads, Zina figured it was better to rest her eyes at her front... and that was where Daemon was seated nonetheless.

"I do hope that the coin that you all but stole from me is enough to buy your silence against the new maniac king that we will now serve." Brestom gritted, his words an undisguised threat.

Zina smiled shrewdly, not taking her eyes off Daemon who was still seriously flipping through his book with morbid attention like it was the most interesting thing that was before him.

"Brestom, the price of silence is priceless."

Even without looking at him, Zina could feel the rage and anger that rolled off him in waves. She was sure the man wanted to strangle her, but unfortunately for him they had an audience. Coupled with the fact that everyone seemed to be avoiding offending Zina by virtue of the mate bond she shared with Daemon NorthSteed.

They thought that if any harm or discomfort were to come on her, Daemon would roar and rip their heads away... they imagined him a man that was a masochist for the bond... only if they knew.

"WolfKnight...." Brestom gritted.

"It is Theta Zina to you, Brestom IceSavage." Zina enunciated in the most venomous tone she could muster. There was much she could take, but she learnt earlier on to never allow anyone to March over her title and name.

The man was silent, so Zina turned her eyes from Daemon and rested it on him. "You’re a mere Rank Two official, what makes you think you have the right to call my name without due respect?"

The storm that brewed in Brestom’s blaise dark eyes showed Zina that the man was well aware of his fickle position. As the son of the Alpha of the Brestom pack, many might chant him heir, but at the end of the day, it was left to his father to decide whether he would pass him the Alpha bond or not.

The storm stewed for so long in his eyes and Zina found herself smiling in the face of his rioting conflict. "You’re not the son of an Alpha King," Zina said in a demeaning tone, her eyes roaming over Brestom like he was some pest that she found annoying. "You’re simply the son of an Alpha so you can’t decide to revolt one day and take over like the fallen Alpha King Eldric did, or like Alpha King Daemon now does so I will advise you to know your place and not steer away from your path."

Even if Brestom decided to go down the path of the current alpha of the WolfKnight Pack who was a well known Blood Alpha in his rights, Brestom’s chance of success was slim for Alpha IceSavage was not an easy person to be defeated. The fact the man led one of the Five High Ranked packs was already a testament to his power.

The meaning of Zina’s words sank with the man who balled his fist as if trying to prevent some righteous anger from exploding. "So what is the price of your silence?" He gritted.

Brestom’s worries were valid, forget Daemon for a moment, if his father was to learn about the secret army his son was training under his nose, he would rightfully suspect Brestom. Alpha Heirs were not allowed to possess their own private army except for the ones bestowed upon them by their sire and Brestom had already broken that rule.

Zina knew very well that the man thought she would die in her journey to the GreenLands which was why he had not bothered to take on the gruelling task of taking her life. But now, his eyes spoke of his regret of not taking action on time.

"The price of my silence?" Zina tsked, thinking seriously. If Daemon had been any more amenable to her, she would have quickly informed the man of Brestom’s impending treason. But if she knew anything of Daemon and the web of informants the man seemed to possess, she would not be surprised if the man already knew of Brestom’s pesky army.

Brestom appeared to be irritated by her trailing silence sans suspense. Before he could respond, his lover and the Theta of the IceSavage pack appeared by Zina’s right, blocking the old Theta of the Howling Pack from view. Between the heads that were rolling around and the people standing beside her that acted ignorant to the commotion, Zina didn’t think she would be catching a break anytime soon. Regardless, she found the thought that she would be facing Bryle to be quite ’headache inducing’.

Bryle on her own part had broken every possible law a Theta was supposed to uphold. A Theta was never supposed to mingle with her Alpha’s sons or brother’s and she was supposed to keep a blind eye to Pack politics while guarding the rear of the Pack.

Zina supposed she too had also broken the latter rule, but in Bryle’s case, the woman flamboyantly displayed her shrewdness for all to see.

Zina was rescued from having to face her archenemies when the shut doors were opened and Moorim was dragged into the room by the same young woman she saw earlier that day... the Red Hand.

Now, she was fully clad in her uniform. Oxblood tight leather pants and long sleeve shirt. Red boots and her brown hair braided into a single ponytail.

She tossed Moorim to the side like he was a sack of potato to where the officials stood, and the commotion was brought to a halt as everyone stared at the once high and mighty Beta of the NorthSteed Pack and the Arctic North.

Daemon shut the book he had been reading with a loud flap, and his eyes flitted over Moorim’s bloodied body, straight to Zina who had been staring at him all along.

They locked stares, and Zina could not help but remember their kiss earlier that day. The way her whole body had come alive... even places she had thought were dead.

She wondered if he was remembering it too, but then, his eyes left hers as he looked over the crowd of gathered people.

In the most disinterested voice Zina ever heard, he asked them. "So you were saying?"