The Alpha's Blind Fate
Chapter 120: I Would Freeze Before You Freeze

Chapter 120: I Would Freeze Before You Freeze

ZINA

How do you react when a man tells you he is obsessed with you? What is obsession first? A good thing? A bad thing? Or a horrible thing?

Zina didn’t know how to react before a man who confessed he is obsessed with her. For all she knew, his obsession could be a confession of a dark primal, indescribable desire than a confession of any feelings for her.

But despite her reservations, Zina was beginning to realise that she possessed a dangerous trait that prevented her from bottling up her feelings whenever she was before Daemon NorthSteed. A dangerous trait that always set her tongue loose whenever she was with the man.

"You stole my breath away when I was just fourteen and you became the first man to ever grace my visions."

Her confession was the truth though. In spite of the vision her younger self told her against giving Daemon NorthSteed her heart and mind, Zina had foolishly held onto the mad disaster telling of an old woman from her childhood.

The woman who all but proclaimed that the man supposed to take her life away would take her breath away instead.

In the nights Zina cried herself to sleep as she was growing, she secretly dreamed of this man. She imagined him the colour of danger as he rescued her from her chained pathetic existence in the WolfKnight Pack.

She imagined him a Werewolf Knight with the shiniest armour that gleamed under the sun, his face grim and his strides brutally majestic as he came to her rescue. Then she imagined how his eyes would set hers on fire as he literally stole her breath away.

Perhaps he was on a mission to slay her and her people when his claws would hang in the air as he would find himself unable to cause her harm... because at first sight, he had already become smitten with her.

Zina’s imagination ran so wild thanks to Fionna who wouldn’t stop taunting her with decadent love stories of a Werewolf Knight and the weak girl. Zina always fit into the peripheral description of the weak girl for she was blind after all so the stories always took root in her mind with ease.

Another onslaught of pain and pleasure slammed into her and she found herself instinctively rubbing her back against Daemon who was gripping her waist from her behind. He groaned, and then growled deeply. But Zina was oblivious to his torment, attempting to chase her own relief as reason eluded her. But her lack of practice in such matters stood out painfully like a sore mark as Daemon held her in place.

"Theta," he snarled, causing Zina to frown. The man had never called her by her name, she supposed she had never called him too by his name but that was different. "You really do not want to be doing this."

Zina frowned harder as the rest of his words floated to her. The meaning drowned out with her desires, and Zina could literally see her vows flying out from the window in that moment. If this whole affair carried on for much longer, she was afraid she wouldn’t be able to recognize the man she would eventually sleep with.

"What will you have me do?" Zina said breathlessly, panting as she tried to turn their bodies. But Daemon held her in place much to her frustration.

"I will have you stop squirming your body like that." He snarled, his voice strung tight with all the tension in the world.

"Your voice doesn’t tell me you would want that." Zina said wickedly, at the same time a part of her that was buried under the wanton part of her cringed at her words, but her cringe died the quickest death ever.

His voice whispered in her ears like a clandestine hot thing. "Believe me, there are a lot of things that I want that I choose not to take for myself."

Zina pouted. "I believe that is called self torture."

His voice was a strained growl. "No, that is called self preservation."

"If you will not have me, then I think it is high time you stop cutting off the hands of men bold enough to take for themselves what you starve yourself of."

Before Zina knew it, she was carried across Daemon’s shoulders like a sack of potatoes and a slap landed at the rear of her back. She squealed at the unexpected motion, unable to process the fact that the man had just spanked her like she was some disobedient child.

"Believe me, I am not starved." He growled, and he was walking away in quick strides. Zina’s wolf was doing a happy dance within her. Honestly, both her and the feral thing didn’t know much save for the fact that finally, Daemon would take her and relieve this unending sexual ache that was tormenting her.

Deep down within her, she wasn’t sure this was what she wanted. But the Heat meant she thought less and acted more.

She was anticipating her body slamming against a bed as Daemon entered back into a room she guessed was his. But instead of her body hitting soft blankets and all, her body was submerged in a tub of ice cold water.

Zina gasped, spluttering as she felt around her. Her hands actually came in contact with actual ice that was floating in the water with her.

"Do you intend to kill me?!" She squeaked like a mouse, the Heat flaring within her no longer as hot as she was now tossed into ice itself.

The sound of cloth hitting the floor permeated her hearing, and she could imagine Daemon stripping. But she didn’t know how much clothes he stripped out from until he too entered the tub of water. He cradled her like a child and Zina felt that it was only his torso that was naked.

Footsteps sounded in the room.

"We are waiting for your orders, your majesty." The stern voice of an elderly woman sounded.

"Bring more ice for the Theta, it is going to be a long three nights." He groaned from behind her as he doused her body into the ice cold water even as Zina struggled.

The damned man was Northern blood so ice was probably nothing to him, but Zina had always struggled with the frigid weather conditions of the North which was why she possessed an array of cloak and fur coat that would put any woman’s wardrobe to shame.

"Yes, your majesty."

Zina would have found his restraint admirable for her sake, but knowing just how much control the man possessed was maddening to say but the least.

The cold water pierced her bones and she shivered, struggling to escape Daemon’s grip and the confines of the tub. But almost immediately, the worst thing happened. Daemon began to strip her out of her clothings without care, like it was the most normal thing to do.

"Wh...what are you doing?!"

Zina must have looked fickle at that moment. One thing, she was asking Daemon to all but take, and another thing, she was asking Daemon why he was taking off her clothes. Talk about a crisis of conflicting interest, but Zina’s life was already quickly spiralling out of her control.

"Taking off your clothes." He responded in an annoyed voice like she was asking the dumbest question. His answer took the fight out of her and Zina felt the buttons on her neckline unbuttoned skillfully. Same went to the buttons on her waistline and the zipper at the back of her dress.

The man tugged away her clothes carelessly, tossing them away without much concern. He went for her underwear slip and Zina felt shame and a sinister desire burn through her at the same time.

"Must I take them off too?" She squealed, feeling colder with the lack of clothes on. She supposed being blind made her feel a little less self conscious of her self, but she was still aware that she was a nearly naked woman in bath tub with one of the most attractive man to walk on earth.

She could feel his heated stare on her as he said. "If you and I are to survive this, we must make sure this ice permeates into your core and douse your heat."

Zina felt her cheeks heat up as a blush crept over her. "But I would freeze."

Voice raw with longing mixed with other emotions Zina couldn’t point out, he groaned. "I would freeze before I let you freeze Theta."

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