The Alpha's Blind Fate
Chapter 237: His Answer

Chapter 237: His Answer

DAEMON

"...Why do you torture the both of us like this?"

At the end of the barrage of questions, Zina might as well have been shouting whereas Daemon found himself struggling to grasp some semblance of restraint in the face of her unsettling reactions.

He was calculating whether he would be able to get to her faster than the sword that was pressed against her neck. He didn’t know where her sudden madness was coming from, but it drove Daemon equally insane.

He shut and opened his eyes as if that would erase the blood that was trickling from Zina’s neck, down to the middle of her breasts. The crimson trail tugged at something animalistic within himself. He had never pegged her to be suicidal, so just how much had his recent actions pushed her?

In a bid to protect her, did he only end up turning her against him?

"You want answers, huh?" Daemon snarled while rubbing his face from his frustration that only grew with each passing second. No matter how much he thought about it, he simply couldn’t take the risk of approaching her recklessly.

Not when his face was ignited by something raw that he himself couldn’t adequately define.

"Yes, I need answers. It won’t make you any less of a wicked man, nor will it make my desire to leave any less. But at least, you must admit that at this point, I deserve that much."

Without beating around the bush, Daemon growled. "Do you know the kind of pain someone who losses a mate feels? Can you even imagine that kind of pain?"

Zina seemed thunderstruck for a moment. But then she shook her head as if she found him utterly ridiculous. "Classic Daemon, always making it about the other person." She spat with a voice laced with so much hate and venom that almost convinced him that maybe she wasn’t joking when she said she hated him.

"Are you trying to tell me that you did what you did for my sake? Because you cared about my pain? That you’ve refused to claim me because a Supreme Wolf like yourself is sure to die a premature death?! Perhaps if a commoner who fears for the next time a good meal would appear at his table made such a pathetic excuse, then I might just indulge myself in some sordid fantasy and believe it to be true. But coming from the lips of an Alpha King, surely you do not think I will believe you?"

It almost stung, the fact that Zina thought him of some almighty being without worries. But it was even more hypocritical for him to be feeling hurt when he was the one who had caused this.

Finally, Daemon decided to take a step in saying the truth that he had always withheld only for himself. "That thing that appeared on the afternoon of the blood moon. The deformed... I intend to fight it, Zina, to fight where it comes from, and to fight whatever gives it power. And I fear that even being a Supreme Shifter is not a fact enough to save me."

Zina seemed at a loss for words for a moment. The hand that clutched the dagger to her neck slightly trembled as she stared at him wide eyed.

Finally, she spoke in a voice that he almost didn’t catch if not for his excellent hearing. "And why is that? Why must you fight it? Why can’t you just live a happy life with me?"

Daemon scoffed lightly. How could he not want everything that she said? Whether it was to live a happy life with her, or whether it was to continue living in blissful ignorance of the Deformed. But he could not.

Not when he had grown up to a mother’s letter asking her son to avenge her shameful death. Not when he always used to think that perhaps it was his mother’s dying unfulfilled wish that caused him, who was trapped in her belly, to find his way out into the world. Not when he had an uncle who only seemed to hammer that fact into his head repeatedly.

Especially not when the very thing that killed his mother might be after Zina. That fact had become his breaking point, and now he found that no matter how hard he tried, he simply couldn’t detangle himself from the web of vengeance that had shrouded his life from when he was so little he could not make any sense of the world.

But he didn’t give all those reasons, nor did he offer any of his excuses. Instead he said, "you must have heard about my mother and the thing that took her life. It was the Deformed Zina; I simply can’t let go."

Another tear rolled down her cheeks, and Daemon could literally hear the sounds of his heart shattering at the sight.

"Do you think you’re the only one who has a mother to avenge?" Zina sniffed, pressing the dagger deeper against her throat. Her question confused him more than her growing agitation evidenced by the hard press of the dagger against her flesh.

"I too have a mother!" She screamed, more agitated. "And yet I grew up with none, surrounded by those who only wanted to take away from me without giving back. And yet, I swallowed their half affections, their skewed love, and their disguised disgust! I swallowed them all because when I was fourteen, I, who was a blind girl, began to see a man in my visions!!!"

Daemon discreetly inched forward, although the gap between them still felt infinite. "Zina," he implored, hands stretched out to the sign of a truce, "please release the dagger."

But of course she didn’t release it. If anything, she gripped it harder as if to make her point. "Even though I knew nothing of this man, I imagined a life where we were together; getting married, and having so many pups that the loneliness I felt in my life would naturally disappear. Of course you know that man was you. So could you possibly imagine how disappointed I am to hear you speak such cowardly words to me?"

Daemon inched forward again because speaking to Zina at such a distance threatened to drive him mad.

"What will you have me do?" He asked meaningfully, because he meant the question. Now that everything was out in the open, he would rather be her servant than watch the despair that was sewn shut in her eyes. "Just tell me what to do and I will make this better?"

"Make this better?" Zina repeated with a scoff. She shut her eyes, shaking her eyes in disbelief. Meanwhile, Daemon used that opportunity to walk the remaining steps that separated them.

"You said you trust me and yet you treat me like a mindless broken thing. You must have thought that I lived such a good life, one where I didn’t have to worry about where my next meal would come from, or one where I never had to worry about the nonexistent familial affection in my life. But you obviously don’t know me Daemon if you think I am so easy to break."

Her eyes flew open, glassy from the pain that Daemon realized that he had caused. But in those light blue orbs of his was also a fire that scared him... a fire that said if he didn’t make things right, then he would lose Zina before she had the chance to lose him to the hands of death.

Lightning fast, his fingers gripped the dagger pressed to her throat, but he didn’t take it away from her, trying to leave her with some semblance of control. But he later realized that his consideration for her was unwarranted.

"Do you think you can bear the weight of this? Of everything?" He asked knowing that she understood the intention behind his question.

Zina laughed like she found his question far too comical to even consider. "Did you not hear when I said I am not as weak as you constantly imagine me to be."

That was when Daemon finally pried the dagger from her neck. The act caused a light stream of blood to tickle down. His lips darted out, licking the blood up till the wound itself.

He heard the catch of her breath, and the beating of her heart all at the same time. His lips traveled languidly up until it was resting at her ears. The intense seductive smell of her heat was now being emitted in droves. Daemon figured that the moon was now fully out.

He smirked as he felt all of his control disappear one by one. It was honestly terrifying to be without his control, at the same time it was quite freeing. "Tell me," he whispered, "I want to hear it from your lips so tell me. What do you want from me? And how do you want it?"

Zina must have been spellbound as well from whatever that hung in the air between the both of them for she clutched his shoulders, leaning up to whisper in his ears.

Her breath was a hot caressing that stoked at him as she said. "I want you to claim me Daemon." She paused slightly as if waiting for the words to properly sink in.

"And as you do so, do not hold back for a bit. All your ambitions, your fear, your love, and your hate... I want to feel all of them without any restraint. Take me as your wolf wills and do not fear for whether I will break or not. I truly do not want you to exercise any form of your morbid control... so just simply take me, your majesty."