The Alpha's Blind Fate
Chapter 178: Unbrotherly Combat

Chapter 178: Unbrotherly Combat

ZINA

"Can you believe that I will be getting married?!"

"Yes. Don’t you see me over the moon with happiness for you?"

Fionna looked everything but happy, but that wasn’t enough to stop Zina from ranting about the strange conversation she had with Daemon to the one woman in the world that she wasn’t even friends with.

She was quickly realizing she had no friends. Sybril wasn’t around, so the young maidservant couldn’t be at the receiving end of Zina’s contagious happiness hence why she decided to use her childhood archenemy as her ranting board.

Fionna looked bored out of her mind as they left the Temple for the castle, or maybe she was acting to be bored, but either way, the woman wouldn’t stop rolling her eyes, acting as if she would rather be anywhere than with Zina while they played best friends.

"And I’ve gotten rid of my vows...." Zina cooed while gazing up at the sky that was peppered with all the stars of the galaxy. The full moon would be in three days, and Zina found herself almost anticipating it. She blushed at the thought, internally chiding herself for her embarrassment.

She was a twenty-four year old woman and she had better start acting like one than like some prudish pup.

"Believe me when I say your screams tonight must have reached the city gates so I’m well aware of the fact too."

Zina’s smiles faltered as the space between her thighs throbbed from pain. The jostling of their carriage seemed only to bring the awareness of the procedure she had gone through.

It had been a hellish fourteen days ridding her vows, but for Daemon, the pain was well worth it.

On the day she took her vows, the Temple had engraved the Chastity Tattoo on her. It was a small mark on her thighs, really. And almost not noticeable. Along the years, coupled with her blindness, she had been forced to forget about its existence altogether that was until the night of her heat when Daemon had traversed uncharted parts of her body.

It was dark, so she had been convinced that Daemon couldn’t see the mark. But now that she had gone through the ritual to remove the tattoo and the bindingness of her vows, she feared the scar of the removal would stand out even more than the original mark did.

Sybril had called it the evidence of the last six years and how she had waded through the hell that it had been. That couldn’t be any further from the truth. The mark was evidence that despite everything, she had survived the horrors of a reign that had been brought forward with the help of her lies.

And now, its removal would signify the coming of a new dawn.

Marriage?

Luna Queen?

The concepts were still foreign and they scared the hell out of her. But when the man on the giving end of the promise did so without any fear in his eyes, who was Zina to hesitate.

She would not think too much of it anymore. She would rather take everything as it came, one at a time. But one thing she would do for sure was use this period of her ’engagement’ to get to know Daemon more. That was the only way she could truly stand by his side confidently and without wavering.

She would make sure to be his greatest supporter. She would never allow herself to be a burden to him. And his reign would prosper.

The prophecies of old and the warnings of her childhood self would not come to pass because Zina would now be in full control of her fate. Never again would she allow things like curses and prophecies of doom itself to derail her from the happiness that she well and truly deserved.

"For how long am I going to accompany you while you grin like some fool?" Fionna snapped as the carriage came to a stop.

Zina smiled. Fionna was serving as her protector in Warrior Ablanch’s absence. "Your job for tonight is done." She announced, stepping down from the carriage.

Fionna followed suit immediately after. "I hear registration for the tournament ends in two days. Surely, you’ve not forgotten your promise to get me into the game?"

"If I did forget, I would fear for my head at night." Zina quipped sarcastically. Of course she had not forgotten Igar, nor had she forgotten the fact that Fionna wanted to contest for a chance to free herself from the Red Sisters.

While thinking about the good swerve her life had taken, she had also been mulling on how best to pitch the idea to Marcus who happened to be in charge of handling the tournament’s participants. She feared that even with the fact that the Red Sisters had offended Daemon by taking Yuri as a trainee sister, the DireWolf Beta might not be willing to let Fionna pass the screening test.

Zina would just have to do her best then. It was true after all that she had promised Fionna a spot.

Without another word, she went into the castle, going straight to Daemon’s office where she was sure Marcus would be at too. But the sight that greeted wasn’t one that she had expected.

Yaren was sprawled on the floor, face bloodied and bruised while Daemon hovered over him, his face a pristine block of unmeltable ice.

"Stand." He said coldly at the bloody mess of his brother on his feet. He visibly stiffened as if noticing Zina’s presence, but otherwise, he didn’t take his eyes off Yaren.

Zina was about to squeal when Marcus shot her an eye that said, ’this one is not for you to interfere.’

She shut her mouth against her volition, wondering why the brothers that shared a relationship even closer than that of a mother and son were suddenly at each other’s throats. Although that was a misstatement for it seemed Daemon was beating the shit out of Yaren without even breaking a sweat.

Zina watched the scene, captivated for an entirely different reason. She had never seen Daemon in action before, and watching him was like watching a hunter liazily circling its prey while still looking bored out of his mind.

Yaren struggled to stand up, gritting hard while he was it. It seemed Daemon had broken a rib or two for the man found it hard to rise, but when his eyes met with Zina’s, cold determination filled in them as he finally stood with great difficulty.

He got into a fighting stance, his fist in the air, while Daemon casually glanced at the small tower-like clock in his office. With a roar, Yaren charged at Daemon like a mad dog, his massive fists swinging wildly. Daemon dodged and weaved, his eyes gleaming with amusement. He landed a swift kick to Yaren’s stomach, sending him crashing into the wall.

"You’re slow, Yaren," Daemon taunted, his voice dripping with condescension. "You’re predictable. So predictable."

The taunts were like a knife embedded in Yaren’s heart. His face twisted with rage as he launched himself at Daemon again, but Daemon dodged his agile fists like he knew they were coming along, and he managed to land two punches of his own, with another kick that sent Yaren crashing into Daemon’s office side table that shattered under the weight of the impact.

The copper smell of blood filled the room, but Daemon didn’t seem deterred yet. "If you want her gone, then fight for it! Is this how you will become the Beta of the NorthSteed Pack and the Arctic North?!"

Want her gone?

Before Zina could make sense of the words, Marcus interjected in a gruff voice. "That should be enough, Alpha."

Daemon turned to Marcus abruptly, his eyes shining a hot golden that sent a bolt of fear running through Zina. She had never seen him like this, and for the first time, it seemed she was getting a taste of his notoriety.

He grinned like he found the entire situation funny, "Fine. I shall stop here now lest I break all his bones before he even meets his match in the tournament."

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