The Alpha's Blind Fate
Chapter 262: Kairos’ Conditions

Chapter 262: Kairos’ Conditions

DAEMON

"I want two things though," Kairos answered, leaning back into his seat and crossing his legs as if to reassert his dominance in the room and the fact that regardless of Daemon’s high standing, Kairos was still considered the only Alpha of a High Ranking pack that recently emerged in the last five years.

"Spill it already, Kairos." Daemon said blandly.

It was expected, of course, for Kairos to make a request in exchange for his services. Regardless of the number of favors he wanted to ask for. Daemon was more concerned as to the quality of what the man wanted as opposed to the quantity.

"I want the means to one of your major revenue streams, your majesty. Everything from the insides of the business to every other nitty gritty."

Daemon eyed Kairos coolly. He had expected that the man would ask for that much for if ever there was a thing that most Alphas wanted, then it was the means to making money. And that was because the door to finance was one sure way to dominate. It was why the WolfKnights were able to rise quickly due to their diamonds, and so many other packs.

He was aware that Kairos had been eyeing his finances for far too long for him to not take up the chance to inquire as to his means.

Daemon didn’t mull over it for far too long. "Fine. I shall offer you an insight into my onyx wells."

It was a less popularly known fact that Daemon had used inferior stones to become rich, and it all started in his teenage years. Being widely read meant that he was experimental in nature, and those experiments of his bore results of how stones could be expertly manipulated to become even more lethal than conventional silver.

At every well known black market scattered all over Vraga, Daemon’s goods were bid for the highest prices under the name of an alias merchant that he had always been using ever since his teenage days. To some people in their world, the name Kaliga belonged to the most sauciest merchant from the Arctic North, and to some, Kaliga was the man who swindled the Red Sisters ten years ago during a notorious diamond deal that was in the charge of an Alpha from the West.

It was that same notorious incident that had been wrecked by Marcus when he went undercover that led to many thinking that the man known as Kaliga was now dead.

Regardless, the name without a known face was the very instrument that Daemon used to gain his ever expendable riches. Although his wealth did not in any way underestimate the missions Ten Million Grams of Gold.

When Kairos wouldn’t speak again, Daemon inquired as he had not had the time to dawdle. "And what is your second request?"

Kairos seemed to be observing him impassively as if to gauge the extent of his amenability to whatever devious request that formed in his mind before he said.

"I want the Theta’s popularity to also be associated with the GateStone Pack."

Daemon’s expression darkened, "what do you mean?"

"Say if the Great Seer were to speak of my pack as one blessed by the gods, surely it would quell some certain tension with the people in the East, especially the Matriarchy that seeks to swallow my pack."

"And what do you take me Theta for? As a mere street shaman?!" Daemon’s control slipped and his voice came out more terse and agitated than he would have wanted to sound.

He was not one to easily slip of his control nor show his weakness especially before someone like Kairos.

The man in question had the guts to smile, while raising his hands to the sign of surrender. "I had a little run in with the Theta and Melwyn here could tell that she has the rare pure gift of the sight."

"Whatever your findings are, know that I shall not allow her to tell a lie."

Kairos’ lips thinned. "She would be telling anything but a lie, Daemon." He spoke frankly, speaking his name for the first time ever since that day.

"You know it from the days that I was one of your commanders that Melwyn saw persistent visions of my pack and our speedy rise. This will not only favour me but it will also favour our tie as my pack being one of your greatest Ally. Besides, if we don’t stop the Matriarchy now, they might stumble upon your secret which has bore many fruits on my land."

Daemon leaned closer, "are you threatening me, Kairos?" He asked in a tone that immediately sucked off all energy in the room.

Melwyn was the first to react knowing fully well the extent his titillating anger could reach.

The woman dropped to the floor, eyes rooted on him. "Your Majesty, what Alpha Kairos asks of you is more than a favour, it will indeed truly help us hide the Army we are training. The Matriarchy keeps on questioning the GateStone’s title, it must be put to a stop by a divine power."

Daemon stood from his chair abruptly, leaning before Melwyn. On cue, Kairos stood too, body fraught with tension as he watched them.

"What of your divine powers, Melwyn?"

Melwyn grinned, but somehow it appeared so sad. "I am but a lowly sorcerer, your majesty. Even my visions, when I manage to see them, are fragments of images that make it difficult to tell between what is real and what is not."

Daemon stared intently at her before he said, "it will be up to the Theta to decide."

"Then allow me to convince her," Melwyn interjected strongly, "since she will be making the decision and since she must not tell a lie, then allow me to show her the truth... or perhaps, to help her see the truth."

"Be careful Melwyn," Daemon said, smacking his lips together as a predator would do while circling a prey.

Understanding what he meant, Melwyn bowed her head to the floor. "I shall not say a word that should not be said. I understand that she’s your mate of course."

Daemon stood to his full height, facing Kairos. "You’ve all told me what you want, now it’s time for me to tell you who it is, and what it is that you must hunt."