The Alpha's Blind Fate
Chapter 132: Dark Clouds Of Another War

Chapter 132: Dark Clouds Of Another War

ZINA

The sight of Alpha Axel, Alpha Breck, and Alpha Calden trembling like a shaking leaf made Zina understand that she had arrived at the execution party just in time.

Even she was curious as to how Daemon would choose to punish his older brothers whose shamelessness knew no bounds. But more than that, she was more curious about the Map Table.

Why was it there in the room? Was there to be another war?

To find the answer to her questions, Zina was forced to look at Daemon’s face—an act she had been avoiding up until that moment.

When their eyes met, his had resumed his normal boredom and nonchalance and there was no sign of the passion they supposedly shared for two nights.

That was wrong, there was no sign of the passion that Zina alone had supposedly enjoyed... a passion that now tasted sour on her lips.

Seeing the nonchalance in his eyes and his careless stature, Zina quickly averted her eyes from him, snuffing the vile unrecognisable emotion that threatened to rear its head from her insides.

"What is happening?" She whispered to Falcon, choosing the lesser evil.

"The second purge." Falcon drawled with equal parts of seriousness and sarcasm, causing laughter to bubble within Zina.

"Who would have thought it?" Zina drawled equally, mildly impressed that Falcon seemed to be adjusting to all the changes that has happened. "That there would be a day when the Alpha Prince Falcon cracks a joke." Zina quipped back with an equal dose of sarcasm.

Falcon smiled discreetly. "Everyday is filled with many a wonders, Theta. I mean look at my older brothers, who would have thought that there would be a day when they would grovel before the very brother that they never recognized."

Zina really shouldn’t have, but the laughter she had been trying to hold in quickly escaped from within her, echoing in the room. She quickly disguised it with a cough as Daemon’s bored eyes swept through her, a hint of annoyance shining in them.

Alpha Axel, the inept and oldest brother, interjected much to her glee as the man stole the spotlight away from her. "Brother.... I mean Restorer Daemon," the older man stammered, running over his words. "I’m sorry, I mean Alpha King. It is true that we have committed a heinous crime! But surely, you will not condemn your blood brothers!" The man cried out pathetically, and Zina cringed on hearing him.

It was true there were shameless men, but the Alpha Trio simply took the prize.

As Zina expected, Daemon didn’t react to his outcry, taking to staring intently at the map table and generally acting like he was the only one in the room.

Yaren roughly unfurled a parchment, glaring daggers at his three older half-brothers. "Do you, Alpha Axel, Alpha Breck and Alpha Calden, admit that in the name of the Theta you imposed heavy taxes and caused the people to live in despondence for four years."

Alpha Calden spread himself on the floor dramatically, grovelling at Daemon’s feet. "True! But it was the former Alpha King that commanded such! Daemon, you’re my immediate younger brother. Don’t you remember the days I carried you when you were still a child? Surely you will not forsake me."

Falcon rolled his eyes from her side as Calden spewed the absurdity. "He carried Daemon?" He repeated sarcastically in a whisper low enough that only she could hear. "Pray tell, I believe Calden is only eleven months older than Daemon. How did he carry him then?"

Zina bit the part of her lips that was once bruised by Daemon’s biting kisses and had already healed in a bid to stifle her laughter as the drama before her unfolded. She truly shouldn’t be laughing seeing as she had committed the same crime by ’ignorance’ if she were to quote Daemon, but she couldn’t help it.

Next, Alpha Breck sprawled himself on the floor too, his legs shaking from fear or perhaps the amount of alcohol he had taken in his system. The fear of the evidence of what Daemon had done was truly potent. And more scarier than that was the fact that it was hard to reconcile the bored face of the man before them, with the cold monster that had executed the Heads Houses of the Royal Houses.

The memory of the Delta’s head rolling to her feet was still vivid in her mind, and she knew that Seraph hadn’t been exaggerating when she had described how violent Daemon could be.

Strange enough, that fact didn’t scare her as much as it should. Which was wrong; she should be afraid of this man and wary of him. She should truly guard her heart and her mind since he had such staunch control over his.

If she were to let go, she would be the only one that would get hurt, and Daemon would come out of it with bored eyes and careless stance while walking over her broken heart.

"Brother!" Breck cried out, drawing the words to lend it more emphasis that only seemed to be lost on Daemon whose intense attention was on the map table. "When Father banished you, I fasted for seven days and seven nights so that the goddess will see you to safety! I prayed that no blight will fall on you!" He wailed loudly, but the man wasn’t yet done with his neatly conjured fiction.

"And when I heard that you’ve started leading the war!" Breck continued shamelessly, "I fasted for thirty days and nights while kneeling at the Baga Mountains! Surely, you will not abandon me now when I never abandoned you?!"

This time, Zina rolled her eyes so hard they almost fell from their socket. She was feeling bitter and sour, and finally, she had found someone to transfer her pent up aggressions to.

Before Breck could continue mourning like a woman widowed on her wedding day, Zina interjected. "You knelt at the Baga Mountains?" Zina repeated, infusing sarcasm into her words. All heads turned to her, and for the first time, she actually had Daemon’s full attention.

No longer staring at the map table, Daemon’s cool eyes were now on her.

"Have you ever seen any scenery beyond your pathetic ClawFrost Pack?" Zina said. Breck’s nostrils flared from rage.

"Shhhhuuut up you wenc...!" He spluttered, stopping himself before he could finish the words. His scaredy eyes turned to Daemon as if searching for the man’s annoyance over the fact that he offended his mate.

Ah! As if Daemon would care less.

Zina rolled her eyes, none of this was fun at all.

"Are you ready to hear your punishment?" Daemon said in a voice normally devoid of all emotions as he faced his siblings squarely.

They squirmed underneath his bland stare, their stance clearly indicating that they were expecting the worst.

"Alpha Axel, Alpha Breck, and Alpha Calden will be punished by leading the war against the White Monks of the Iron Coast. You’re commanded to leave now and prepare."

Zina’s eyes and a dozen others widened as they flew to Daemon in surprise.

What?! A war against the White Monks? It was so out of the blue causing Zina to wonder what was going through the man’s mind.

Just at the same time Daemon announced the punishment, a woman wearing a green cloak, possessing an albino skin and a fiery red hair sauntered into the great hall, trailed by a dark aura that resembled dark clouds more than anything.