The Alpha's Blind Fate
Chapter 207: Reckless Ones

Chapter 207: Reckless Ones

ZINA

"So you knew my mother." Zina observed more than taunted. She watched Vessira’s frame that trembled uncontrollably like her rage could not be contained even by the force of the world.

But Zina hardly cared for her anger. No, all she cared about was the knowledge of her mother.

"She must have been your friend." Zina continued taunting her, "a friend that you betrayed so terribly."

"Stop that." Vessira finally spoke, her voice low while maintaining an almost intimidating trembling to it.

"What?" Zina scoffed, "You can’t even face what you’ve done? I suppose you’re the worst kind of coward."

"I said stop IT!"

Zina was sure that Vessira was about to lunge for her, perhaps to tear out her tongue and ensure she could no longer speak again when a most surprising voice saved her from the wrath of the Alpha of the Matriarchy Pack.

"Is everything alright?"

Zina whipped her head to the entrance of the garden to behold none other than Yaren who stood casually, hands tucked in the pocket of his pants. Just his presence alone was terrifying as his muscles easily filled up his clothes. But more terrifying than that was the fact that it seemed as though he was defending her....

... and Yaren defending her had to be one of the scariest things in her world.

"I asked if there’s a problem, Alpha IronFang? You seem to have an itch to scratch with the Theta."

Vessira unclenched her fists, summoning a sour smile. "I was simply having an amicable talk with the Theta. Now that we’re done I shall take my leave."

And then she was storming out of the garden, probably heading back to the banquet. Zina felt her shoulders slump, and a breath that she had never known she had been holding escaped her lips.

"Thank you." She said to Yaren, still yet to process the fact that it had seemed for a moment to be defending. As expected, Yaren said nothing while he turned to leave the garden.

Zina felt an overwhelming urge to collapse on the muddy floor, but she was unable to do so when his gruff voice jolted her from her reverie.

"Surely you’re not waiting for her to come back and finish off what she started?"

Zina jolted to her feet. Without hesitating, she found herself following Yaren out like a lost puppy. The man’s strides as they walked towards the banquet hall was slower than usual almost as if he was waiting for her to catch up. Zina smiled internally at that even though his posture was still rigid and stiff as if he was still guarded against her.

There might yet be hope to get him to her side, although the hope was so slim it might as well have been nonexistent.

"Has his majesty begun to address the contestants?" Zina asked in a bid to put to the rest the stifling silence that hovered between them.

Zina immediately realized how foolish her question was the moment they rolled off her lips. If Daemon was already addressing the contestants, then Yaren wouldn’t be there in the first place.

The embarrassment that followed her question only seemed to intensify with Yaren’s blatant silence. Zina chuckled awkwardly, undeterred by his lack of expression. She was not about to let this opportunity granted to her by the moon goddess slip by, so next thing, she found herself bumbling words that only made her cringe harder as the next one rolled off her tongue.

"Truly, Alpha Vessira was not doing anything to me.... If anything, I am the one she was truly scared of. You should hear how incensed she was when I was speaking to her! Hahaha, she looked like I had just unburied her most deadliest secret! If you had come in any later, then you might have found her sprawled on the ground, crying her eyes out from profound shame."

Dear ground, the time has come for you to open up and swallow me. Swallow me now before my shame does!

Zina was cringing with her eyes shut when she bumped into a wall... or more like, Yaren’s body.

She pried her eyes open to behold his dark one looking so serious that she had to stagger back lest his eyes turned into a monster and swallowed her. While Daemon was taller than Yaren, at that moment, Yaren almost felt like the taller one due to how serious and stern he looked.

Zina stared at him wide eyed, the difference in their heights glaring back at her more than it ever did with Daemon.

"Are you always this reckless?" He grunted in his usual gruff voice.

Zina swallowed. "Not nearly as reckless as your brother."

To Zina’s astonishment, Yaren snorted almost as if he was trying to contain laughter from bubbling out of him. And then he murmured something that sounded suspiciously like, ’Poor Daemon.’

When Zina recovered from the impact of his words, he was already walking away and she ran the remaining steps that separated.

"Poor... poor Daemon?" She repeated like the words were appalling in itself. She huffed, "believe me I am the poor one here! You cannot believe how reckless he can be! He went off to the West without any care that he would be caught, and he set a trap for the BloodMoon Pack without thinking that his title would be at stake! As far as reckless goes, he is the full embodiment of it!"

Zina was panting hard at the end of her little ramble. And when Yaren’s eyes rested back at her, she realized that she had messed up yet again for every scenario she had painted of Daemon, Yaren was his willing partner in crime.

She no longer bothered to beg the ground to open up and swallow her. Instead, she allowed his eyes to swallow most of her shame.

At least, she was saved from having to ramble further when they were suddenly before the banquet hall. Yaren simply spared a look, and then was walking away with a shake of his head.

Zina realized the man had escorted her back because he had no business with the banquet. He now belonged to wherever the contestants were until the end of the tournament. With a sigh, she made her way into the banquet hall and the sight that greeted almost tore a scream from her throat.

A severed hand was lying on the table where she once sat at, and Daemon was seated on the same table, his legs crossed while he casually examined his extended claws through narrowed golden eyes. Kneeling on the floor before him was a man with a missing finger who wouldn’t stop screaming.

The chatter in the room was nowhere to be found, and the air seemed to be charged with something almost clandestine.

Zina’s eyes first met with that of Marcus who slowly shook his head at her as if to say ’oh well, everything just went downhill.’

Observing her surroundings while her legs propelled her forward, she noticed that all eyes had left the bloody spectacle and now rested on her. Before she could reach their banquet table, which she no longer had any interest to sit on, Daemon spoke in a voice that shook with an otherworldly authority,

"The honored guest for this spectacle is finally here. Shall we now proceed to the fun part?"

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