The Alpha's Blind Fate
Chapter 131: Duty Calls

Chapter 131: Duty Calls

ZINA

True to Daemon’s promise, that night as Zina’s heat seared to the peak, he didn’t have sex with her for fear that he would claim her, but he took Zina to heights that she never even imagined were possible.

Zina couldn’t even pretend that she was stung at his partial rejection of her. At least she was sure that she wasn’t yet ready to have such ties with Daemon, not when she was always suspecting him, and he was still suspicious of her too. She didn’t want to hear his voices in her head and form the highest connection that a werewolf can possibly forge with such a man.

So really, she wasn’t stung that he refused to claim her, whatever his reasons might be.

But one part of her couldn’t avoid thinking about the bloodied woman that he had cradled in his hands and tended to at the infirmary.

She couldn’t avoid the voice that whispered in her ears that maybe Daemon was avoiding cheating on the woman with her. But she quickly shrugged off the thought as he decadently took her that night with his hot fingers and lips, and then cold ice.

Her body was set on fire that night by his hot and cold touch as her heat speared through her like it wanted to decimate her body till there was nothing left of her. She arched into her back until all that was left was for her to break her spine.

He worshipped her like she was the secret to his unanswered prayers—that is if the man had any. Then he made her come over and over again relentlessly like playing her body till her high greeted her gave him some morbid satisfaction.

Zina could feel it in his dark stares that caressed her body that the man loved the way she trembled and unfurled underneath him. She could feel it in the way his fingers and cold ice tortured her body that the man was obsessed with watching her explode from the satisfaction that he brought on her.

Their passion did not wane even as the next night rolled by. Daemon visited her chambers and then carried on from where he stopped last night, unrelenting with bringing her to the very precipice of pleasure itself. He never withheld her release from her in the canopy of his hot touches and wet ice that he slid through the sensual dips of her body. But he never chased his own relief either.

Like he had done the second night of the full moon when her heat was its peak, he brought her to many orgasms that Zina lost count at thirteen. And once again Zina felt something was off. And with her heat finally waning, clarity was beginning to settle in.

While Daemon did bring her relief, there was something so mechanical about his movements and the way he touched her body. It was intimate alright, but not too intimate. Like seeking Zina’s pleasure was just an errant job to him that he could perform with half of his mind.

He didn’t bite her breasts like Zina had heard Audrey narrate to her, nor did his hands roam about her body to worship her like his own personal goddess as Zina had heard Seraph read from those horrible romance books.

He was so close yet distant. So hot and yet lukewarm. So present and yet absent.

And when morning finally came after the last night of the full moon, Zina laid on her bed staring at her roof. Her sight was once again restored, the place between the middle of her legs aching in the most wonderful ways, and yet her heart had never felt so empty.

As she mechanically went about her morning duties, Seraph tended to her without saying a word. The girl had probably been rendered speechless from the red marks that were peppered about Zina’s lips and some private part of her body.

Zina noticed the girl searching the nape of her shoulders for any sign that Daemon claimed her, and her fruitless search only caused Zina to be further buried in her already drab mood.

Shaking off her despondency, Zina adjusted her flowing white robe with inlaid intricate patterns. She stared at her hair in the mirror, and her dead eyes stared back at her.

The blue that was normally dull was even duller, and they looked bleary like she had wrangled through some weird machinery.

She sighed for what was the fifteenth time that day. All she wanted to do was stay in her bed and ignore the outside world, but duties called to her.

"Tell me everything that has happened thus far." Zina said to Seraph, and the maidservant immediately launched into a telling of everything that had indeed happened since Zina was cocooned in her Heat.

Seraph told her all the details of the endless blood that flowed from the Great Hall, and the few that survived Daemon’s purge. She told her of her meeting with the Thralgor Spy Guild, reassuring Asika that the plan she had set in motion would soon bear fruit.

Apparently, all that heard of Daemon’s ascension had taken to calling his takeover the ’Great Purge II’. Great Purge I being the century old fight against the Army of the Deformed.

Zina forced strength into her legs as they carried her through the castle grounds. The crystal structure shimmered under the heat of the sun that had taken over the sky. The air smelt of death and blood. Yet when Zina saw from a wide opening the heads of the men Daemon executed hanging off the walls, she almost couldn’t keep down the dizzying wave of nausea that washed over her.

Every step she took towards the Great Hall made her feel so pitifully hollow and empty. She wanted to try hard to shake off her depression, but she hardly succeeded.

"Theta Zina WolfKnight, to grace the presence of Restorer Daemon NorthSteed, the Supreme DireWolf that now rules the North." The clergy of the great hall announced in a projected voice just as the large doors of the halls were swung open.

Daemon still hadn’t been crowned as Alpha King so he had taken to answering the ’restorer’ of the North. Still, it only made Zina wonder why the man was stalling his coronation. Indeed, keeping up with his mind games was a very tiring affair.

Zina entered into the Great Hall, a tense silence greeting her as she wade her way to the centre of the hall. Her eyes made out Daemon who was now standing by some table, and Falcon who was standing off by Daemon’s left.

There was Yaren and Fionna too standing by Daemon’s right, and the five Alphas of the Five High Ranked Packs that silently stood off.

Without being told, Zina drably made her way to Falcon’s side. It was then that she observed that the table in the room was the same map table that she had once gleaned from Daemon’s tent in the camp of the Army Without An Alpha.

And kneeling before the Map Table were the Inept, the Drunk, and the Gambler—the infamous Alpha Trio.

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