The Alpha's Blind Fate
Chapter 177: Sister-In-Law-To-Be

Chapter 177: Sister-In-Law-To-Be

DAEMON

’She belongs to us, Daemon NorthSteed. You know it, and the world will soon know it. And I will come to claim her soon. It will be in your best interest to reject the mate bond. If not, the harder you try to protect her, the harder she will fall.’

—The man on the Cultural Mask whom you’ve been so looking for.

PS: I am amazed you know about my existence, could it have been the handiwork of our Zina’s enviable sight?

"Who is this man?" Marcus asked darkly, the harsh lines of his face causing the golden brown of his eyes to darken unnaturally. In the light of the night, it made his eyes seem more black than brown.

Clutched in his fingers was the letter that Daemon had acquired in his short voyage to the West. While his three Elder Brothers were at the NorthWestern Borders, still racking their heads on how best to penetrate into the White Monk’s territory, Daemon had disguised himself and his wolf and successfully entered the Iron Coast.

Although his disguise involved bathing himself in the blood of a dead Epsilon from a Western Pack that stank of sea and the creatures that lived in it, both a smell that his DireWolf abhorred nearly as much as his Arctic blood did.

But Daemon had been a man on a mission, and he was not one to be derailed by the nauseating smell of the sea. Something about Zina’s visions and description of the man in them almost resembled one of the descriptions of the many men his late mother worked with.

Descriptions that had been random at best, but the information was recorded in her diaries. She spoke of the men as the men in masks.

So with that in mind, Daemon figured he might as well kill two birds with one stone by both gaining an insight into Zina’s identity and finding out more about the people that killed his mother.

He had been right in his presumption that the man on the so-called cultural mask was related to the man called Master, which meant he could also be possibly related to his mother. But that had been about it.

The man had remained elusive as ever, escaping Daemon relentless tracking which wouldn’t have been ordinarily possible. That only led Daemon to one conclusion which was that he was dealing with a Supreme Shifter such as he was. His tracking skills were far superior so it could have only taken a skilled shifter to elude him that much.

Running against time, he had been forced to retreat from the Iron Coast, only for a messenger pigeon to deliver that letter to him.

He didn’t know which offended him the most with the contents of the letter; the fact that the man had constantly referred to Zina as ’ours’, hinting that she belonged to more than one person, or the fact that the man had boldly asked him to reject the bond lest she fell harder.

The man probably knew nothing about Daemon, such as the fact that threats were a great turn on for him. The harder he was threatened, the more challenging he found the whole debacle, so now, he might as well go all the way in and claim Zina.

Zina didn’t belong to more than one person, Zina belonged solely to him and none other. Anyone that dared to contest that fact in any form only sought for a brutal death.

"We weren’t able to find him." Daemon answered, "Must be a Supreme Shifter. Although he seems to know a great deal about Zina."

"Is that why you’ve decided to marry her as your Luna Queen?" Yaren growled from the side, his voice dripping with rage.

Daemon reached out for a roll of smoke called the ’Silver Heavens’. He lit it, taking a huge drag while resting his eyes on his brother.

Lately, Yaren had been getting even more antsy and gruffer. Topics about Zina were triggering, and the mere mention of her mate’s name set the other man off. Between Yaren and Falcon, Daemon was truly contemplating who was worse. Not to mention, Yaren was losing his head in the game that Daemon had meticulously set up, and now, he could no longer ignore it.

"Do you have a problem with that, Yaren?" Daemon asked almost casually while Marcus shifted uncomfortably by his side.

Daemon walked up to Yaren who now preferred hiding in the shadows, thinking no one could see him there. An effort Daemon was finding to be way too pitable in fact.

Yaren might be the master of shadows, chanted as Yama the god of death. But as far as Daemon was concerned, the man was yet to outgrow his childish tendencies of seeking his attention and flaring from jealousy whenever he felt another was stealing said attention.

Yaren didn’t answer, so Daemon decided to try another question merely for the fun of it.

"What? Are you too jealous of your sister-in-law-to-be to properly answer my question?" He taunted, taking another drag of the smoke and expelling it right at his face.

The candlelight in the room wasn’t much, but it was just enough to show how Yaren’s jaw ticked from anger, and how his dark, slitted eyes darkened and narrowed even unnaturally.

"Jealous?" His brother gritted the words like they were despicable while Daemon grinned in response.

He didn’t enjoy taunting his brother, nor did he enjoy what he was about to do next, but he had a whole world of interests to protest.

Unfortunately for his brother, the Silver Heavens didn’t take him to heaven at all, so he wasn’t in the mood to feel amenable. Casually squashing the smoke beneath his booths, he tugged Yaren from the collar of his clothes, bringing their faces mere inches apart.

Yaren was the bigger guy in terms of buff. He was even far broader than Daemon and Marcus, but that was a far cry about his true strength when matched against theirs. It was still a matter of open debate as to whether Yaren could defeat Marcus, but when it came to Daemon, the results were ever glaring clear and he didn’t like it.

Yaren had followed him for years, the man could have been more than he currently was if he didn’t always have a stick up his arse.

"Now tell me," Daemon breathed in his face, his eyes glowing the golden of his wolf. "Are you prepared for the tournament that is happening in three days time?"

To Yaren’s credit, the man didn’t struggle under Daemon’s grip. But he had to open his mouth to spew even more nonsense, "My level of preparedness has nothing to do with my feelings for your soon to be wife."

There was no warning; Yaren didn’t even see it coming. The words had barely left his lips when without warning, Daemon’s knee connected with Yaren’s stomach, the sudden impact doubling him over. In the same swift motion, Daemon’s leg swept out, hooking behind Yaren’s knees and sending him crashing to the floor. Yaren’s eyes widened in shock as he struggled to catch his breath, his body splayed out like a rag doll.

Yaren stood after some time, groaning from the pain as he pulled into a fighting stance while Daemon stood lazily, staring down at him.

"Now, I’m truly curious to see your level of preparedness. Who knows, if you manage to defeat me, then I might not marry your future sister-in-law."

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