The Alpha's Blind Fate
Chapter 236: You Wicked Man

Chapter 236: You Wicked Man

DAEMON

"What are you doing here your majesty?" She gritted with a voice filled with Daemon just as the duvet covering her body rolled down, revealing her plum breasts.

Daemon averted his eyes, gluing them on her face instead. "You just had to sleep naked when it’s freezing cold." He said in a stoic voice that she didn’t seem to hear.

Instead, Zina gripped the dagger harder causing Daemon to briefly wonder if she would actually harm him if given the chance. The hardened glint in her eyes was all the answer he needed, and they told him that Zina would more than physically harm him if given the chance to.

Not when her eyes spoke of the intensity to which she wanted ti decimate him. He thought he would be happy to see such rage in her eyes instead of her obvious adoration for him, but no. He found that he didn’t enjoy the sight of her so angry that she could destroy his world.

He pried the dagger from her fingers mainly because he was more worried about her hurting herself than hurting him. He picked up the bowl of medicine that the servants had delivered and stirred it with the spoon in it.

"This will help stave your heat. Drink." He commanded, holding out the medicine between the both of them.

Zina’s response was a scoff filled with disbelief as she said. "I truly blame myself. What must have made you so bold to make you think that I will simply take any order that you give me, you wicked man."

"Wicked man?" Daemon repeated, smiling at her while she steamed in her rage. "Of all the things I thought that you would call me, a wicked man is not among them."

Zina of course didn’t share his fake amusement. "Are you not wicked? No, I mean are you not just the most wicked man to ever exist?"

Daemon dropped the medicine on the side stool, facing her squarely. "Why, because I imprisoned you? Or perhaps because I’ve wounded your pride? You seem to forget my promise to marry you and make you bear my surname. Is it not a future husband’s duty to protect his future wife, even if it means confinement."

To his shock, a tear rolled down her face. The way the tear made its descent, from the way her body shook utterly dismantled all his defenses.

To know that he was responsible for this hurt, for the tear that rolled down her cheeks, for the anger that made her body tremble truly made his insides churn, but nothing could quite prepare him for her next words.

"I do not wish to marry you. No, I do not want to marry you."

Daemon didn’t know what it was about those words. Perhaps the way they were delivered with a coldness that stunned him, or perhaps it was the determination behind them.

"What? Are you telling me that after all the trouble you went through to get rid of your vows, you would just back out like this?"

Zina scoffed harshly. "Do you think I do not know what you’re doing? You claim you want to marry me, you claim you want to touch me, but in reality, you do not ever plan on claiming me."

Daemon chuckled harshly mostly because he was stunned. "What about it? I thought you would be satisfied no matter how small your place at my side would be? What now? Have you gotten greedy along the way?"

His words were cruel alright. He was an asshole of course. But between the fear that Zina’s words pumped into his veins and the need to reassert some sort of control between them, Daemon was falling... hard.

"I do not think you understand," Zina said, standing abruptly while dragging the duvet to cover herself. "I do not wish to be at your side anyhow; whether as your wife or as your Theta. I wish to resign from everything and leave the Arctic North."

Daemon said nothing, for a moment. But then, he stood equally, turning to leave. "We will talk when you’re much calmer."

Before he could get to the door, the plate of medicine was hauled against his back, and the warm liquid sloshed against his velvet cloak. He turned slowly, quite stunned, only to meet with the sight of Zina who was wearing an expression as cold as the tresses of her silver-white hair.

Another tear rolled down her cheeks, but that was about all the expression she wore for him to see. The fact that Zina who always wore her heart on her sleeve was now managing to hide away from him was another punch to his guts.

But he deserved it, did he not? And yet he found himself saying, "I will not let you go."

Just as quickly as he said those words, Zina picked the silver dagger that was on the floor, turning it to her own neck much to Daemon’s surprise.

"What are you doing?!" He growled, walking towards her but stopped abruptly when Zina dug the silver into her flesh, acting the metallic smell of blood to permeate into the air.

"What am I doing?" She said chuckling darkly as he watched his despair that hung in that air for the both of them to see. "At least it’s obvious that in your wickedness that you do care for me. But it’s quite unfortunate that I do not care for my body as much as you’re concerned about it. So believe me when I say that if I don’t get any answer from you as to the true reasons behind your hot and cold attitude, then you must prepare to live with the pain of loosing your mate."

"Zina...." Daemon panicked, taking a step forward. But he paused abruptly as more blood gushed from her neck, flowing to the silver knife, and some dripping in the space between her breasts.

"Now answer my question Daemon NorthSteed, why do you say you want me and next thing you act like you don’t. Why do you say you want to marry me and yet you seemingly have no intentions of claiming me? Why do you torture the both of us like this?"

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