The Alpha's Blind Fate
Chapter 213: Side Story 2: Marcus The Orphan

Chapter 213: Side Story 2: Marcus The Orphan

MOON (10 Years Ago Contd)

In that year, the people looked onto the people from the Iron Coast of the West like they were Demi gods who resided on earth. Perhaps it was the fact that they were recluse and reserved which added a certain kind of mystery to them. Or perhaps it was the fact that they were that their seas easily connected to the four other regions, easily making them the centre when it came to trade.

Whatever the reason was, when it became known that Alpha Dale of the WoodPecker Pack would be visiting the East, that naturally had all the high ranked packs that resided in the GreenLands at alert.

Who would wrought an alliance with him, they thought. Who would finally gain a solid foothold in the West, they mulled amongst themselves.

But while most were hesitant to take up such a daring challenge, many didn’t dare to think that things might not go the way they wanted it to; not when money was the subject matter.

That which made even the sanest men insane, that which brought empires down and brought slaves up. Money was power, and power was money. The two simply couldn’t be brought apart, like muddy water and clean water, they simply mixed together.

An alliance with the West meant that the High-Ranked Packs in the GreenLands could sell their diamonds to the second most populated region in Vraga just after the Arctic North. But unfortunately, while they strived so hard to bring to fruition such an alliance that would shake their world as they knew it, one man sought to make sure that such alliance would never see the light of the day.

And that man was none other than Daemon NorthSteed.

The man who was eighteen years old at the time, nicknamed the nonchalant prince by some, and the monster prince by the few that knew the circumstances that surrounded his birth woke up one day and wrote a letter to his cousin from the South who had expressed his interest to be one of Daemon’s most trusted aides.

Daemon in the blissful confines of his room had one day learnt that his father had yet again made an incompetent decision which was to ignore the moves the GreenLands were making in order to acquire a much powerful alliance with the East. One look at his wolf chess had only painted a glaring picture of what was to come should such a scary alliance ever happen.

For should the East and West align themselves, they might easily crush the North should they combine their forces together to fight them. For an alliance between these two regions meant that the Central that naturally divided them would align too.

So Daemon had written a simple letter to his cousin whom he had heard was even just as terrifying as any enforcer would be.

’Destroy the Alliance between the West and East and naturally, you would be my most trusted aide.’

Marcus DireWolf, a twenty year old man who looked older than his age due to his height had received the message and simply bristled at it before he picked his cloak and started his journey to the West. Already, Daemon’s growing information network had sent him the most startling information about the sole man he needed to target for him to easily destroy the alliance without doing much. One name was given to him— Alpha Dale WoodPecker.

Marcus on his own investigation learnt that a certain suave servant had taken charge of both the man’s mind and soul in her tight fist. It was said that the woman in question was not only a wonderful dancer and hostess, but she was an extraordinary seductress who could seduce even the devil himself.

Possessing wonderful features that were just within Alpha Dale’s twisted tastes, the woman had easily spent two months with Alpha Dale and was now ’his favourite’.

Marcus knew that to destroy the possibility of the alliance, then he would have to first destroy whoever the woman was, and to do just that, he intended to first fight her credibility.

The identity of the woman was publicly reported to be one of a fortunate servant who managed to rise to the position of the hostess of an auction house at such a young age. Marcus’ intel from Daemon said that the woman was a Red Sister in fact. And not just any Red Sister, but one who wasn’t flaunting her true age.

A fourteen year old girl thrusted into the body of a woman.

Marcus found the fact utterly disgusting. He was well aware of the morally-accepted depravity of the Red Sisters; an organisation that raised children sold by their parents for the sole reason of moulding them into heartless, emotionless killing weapons slash seducers. Still, confronting it for himself would have been something he would have rather avoided.

The centre of his mission involved basically crushing the proposal of the East which was for the West to commercially and actively engage in selling their diamonds. As such, Marcus’ background as a trader who dealt with coloured stones was going to come into play. Not only that, but he intended to crush the alliance with one of the weakest stones ever which was the Onyx.

The only stone where one only needed to break rocks to get access to it.

Marcus was in the company of an assistant for that journey, and he himself was assuming the identity of a popular trader known as Kaliga who covers his face when trading due to a burn he acquired when he was a child.

Currently, the real Kaliga was imprisoned in Marcus’ wine cellar back at his home in the South with only the ghosts of Marcus’ parents as the poor merchants company. At least, Marcus had been gracious enough to leave him water. As long as the man extended his bound limbs in a certain manner, he should be able to nudge the water closer to himself, thereafter he would have to lap it up with his tongue as a dog would in order to drink it.

Marcus and his assistant finally reached the Auction house in question and they were ushered in after they paid the manager a handsome amount of money that had the chubby man’s eyes widening.

While it was an auction house, Marcus was also aware that the place also served as a brothel to a certain calibre of people that came seeking for some sort of entertainment. That much was evidenced by the scantily dressed women that passed them occasionally even though they posed themselves as auction hostess.

"What is your name?" The auction registrar asked them when they intended to register themselves for the biggest auction that would be happening the next day. The very one that Alpha Dale would be attending alongside a lot of high ranked men from the GreenLands.

"Kaliga." Marcus’ assistant answered. The registrar’s eyes widened as he finally actually looked at Marcus’ almost masked form. Only his eyes were exposed as the real Kaliga dressed so the man easily believed the identity. Besides, Kaliga was known to be quite tall and Marcus happened to hit the mark right there.

"We have the honoured Kaliga from the North with us!" The registrar squealed, "are you buying from us or will you be selling instead?"

"Selling." His assistant answered for him.

The registrar’s eyes opened even impossibly wider. "What will you be auctioning with us?"

"A badge of Onyx Stones."

The registrar’s face fell at the assistant’s answer. "Onyx? While a thing of wonder, this auction is a high target one with prices starting from one hundred thousand brams of gold. Are you sure that is what will be the centre of your auction?"

Marcus appraised the man’s disbelieving eyes with a bored one of his own. The man was probably questioning if he was Kaliga, the mighty and wise merchant. When the registrar saw they were not ready to budge on their stance, the man reluctantly wrote ’Onyx Stones from Kaliga’ before giving them an auction number.

They were about to head to their rooms when Marcus bumped into something with chestnut full brown hair that spilled. Dead eyes stared back at him and it looked like the woman in question who he had bumped into was falling.

Marcus extended his arms out of necessity to catch the poor woman from falling, but just as his hand was about to connect to her waist, the woman easily stopped her body’s descent at an impossible angle that certainly spoke of a sound physical state.

Nonetheless, Marcus caught the woman by the waist, tugging her up.

"Won’t you apologise for bumping into me?"

The woman narrowed her eyes and attempted to manoeuvre herself from Marcus’ hold which he held onto tighter, trapping her in. Whoever the stranger was, he was beginning to strangely amuse him.

"And why should I apologise?" The woman snapped angrily in a voice that was hardly breathless, but almost didn’t sound like that of a woman.

It was a girl’s voice.

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