The Alpha's Blind Fate
Chapter 145: The Veil Has Fallen Off

Chapter 145: The Veil Has Fallen Off

ZINA

Zina had always had one problem with Daemon, and that was the fact that the man didn’t talk. At first, that fact wasn’t exactly noticeable, but in the sparse intimate interaction that Zina had with him, she had realised that he had never spoken from his heart.

Instead, his words had always been a double pointed dagger, delivering words of intimate calculation and expert manipulation.

So Zina, of course, couldn’t believe the words that Daemon had delivered with a coldness that made him sound like a jealous man. And before she knew it, she had resorted to physical violence as she shoved the man with all her strength.

Daemon really did bring out the worst in her... and she had a feeling the sentiment was mutual if the fire that flared in his eyes was anything to go by.

Of course, Zina might as well have been shoving a mountain, but that didn’t stop her from raining down blows on his chest as her frustration refused to be doused.

The man infuriated her to no end.

The man annoyed her like it was his only mission on earth.

And worse than that was the fact that she probably liked said man.

Daemon didn’t block her blows and merely narrowed his eyes at her like she was a petulant insect.

How could a man be so cold? Pretending to be jealous to see what possible reaction he could stir from her?!

In his eyes, she saw that her pathetic feelings that were bared naked to him. She knew he could see her for the emotional mess that she had become, and yet he barely reacted to that fact.

And that made her only want to hate him.

Hate him for his ability to disconnect so easily.

Hate him for his ability to enjoy such an intimate night with her and then act like it was nothing in the morning.

Hate him for reducing her resolve into a puddle of air, while his control and restraint remained intact like an indestructible wall.

When wetness touched Zina’s cheeks, that was when she realised the true extent of the harm that had been done to her own self.

Daemon had become her own personal demon.

At least he had the decency to pretend to be shocked at the sight of her tears. Instinctively, his hand darted out to reach for her, but Zina backed away from his touch as panic and rage engulfed her till she was sure she would combust into colourful flames.

This man had way too much power over her. He was not a totally heartless man, but there was a wall of darkness that enshrouded him making it clear that he could never be available.

That wall of darkness was his heart that had probably been darkened a long time ago.

What made her think she could break into his walls?

What made her think that something could bloom between the both of them?

What made her think that she could meet his heartlessness with one of hers?

This was one game that she simply couldn’t play or ever win.

"There’s absolutely nothing between I and Alpha Prince Falcon," Zina found herself shamefully defending her honour as she sniffed back her tears and the last shred of pride she possessed, "and I will not allow you to taint the name of a good man who happens to be a much better man than yourself."

"You’re being too sensitive, Theta." He drawled, not taking her seriously yet again.

Zina chuckled, "The woman whom you’re hiding, Freya Fergus, I ask that you beware of her."

Anger flared in the depths of his eyes but they cooled immediately. "Jealousy is not a good colour on you, Theta."

Zina smiled sardonically. "Funny, but I think I share the same sentiment as you do."

Unwittingly, Zina found that she was waiting for his response. She was waiting for him to explain things to her, to tell her that Freya Fergus meant nothing to him the same way that she explained nothing was going on between her and Falcon, to assure her that the only reason why Freya was in the castle in the first place was due to extraordinary circumstances...

...but he neither explained himself nor did he address the lingering suspicion that hung between the both of them.

Zina vowed then and then that that would be the last time she chased after the crumbs that he left her. Now that the spell of her heat had finally fallen and she had regained clarity on her exact position in Daemon’s life, she would put herself out of the torture.

Was she overreacting? Maybe. But when an eight year old girl is constantly made to understand that she is deserving of nothing more than crumbs of affection, then it isn’t totally unreasonable if the girl decides not to crave any of the said affection in the first place.

Daemon NorthSteed was a walking heartbreak. The kind that carried the chill of the Northern wind with him, and if Zina were to conserve anything of what remained of her life after the hellish last six years, then it was best for her if she avoided him altogether.

She shouldn’t have let him touch her. She should have endured her heat or seek her satisfaction elsewhere. Now that she had had a taste, walking away would be harder than it would have initially been.

Zina wiped her tears away with the back of her hand, uncaring that she smeared it all over her face. Tilting her chin up, she pronounced as if passing a death sentence. "You and I will be truly over, Daemon NorthSteed. That is if I were to leave this room without any answer to my questions... questions that I’ve the right to ask."

In the face of her threat, Daemon was silent again, his eyes roaming all over her as if she were a truly strange puzzle which he wished to solve.

Damnit! Was the man born mute or something?

Zina was thoroughly embarrassed. It was as if she was speaking to a wall, and before she could embarrass herself any further, she was storming out of his office, her resolve harder than it had ever been in years.