The Alpha's Blind Fate
Chapter 265: An Illegitimate Child

Chapter 265: An Illegitimate Child

ZINA

That night, Zina had a dream. And not just any kind of dream, but one that was a depiction of a past that had already long happened.

And not just any fragment of a past, but one she strongly suspected belonged to her original Pack; the Screamers.

In her dream, the same woman whom she had met at the projection was present. She looked younger just as Zina was now, and by her side was a man who looked to be her husband.

The man was brown haired, possessing bushy brown beards and a deep brown eyes that was unique, and at the same time almost familiar although Zina had no recollection of where she might have seen such eyes.

However the dream didn’t exactly depict harmony and peace. The air was stiff, fraught with tension as the couple stood side by side. A young boy that didn’t look to be more than eight was brought to them by a grim looking guard who stiffly announced.

"This is the boy."

The woman, Zina’s mother, glared at the boy who stood a bit confused as if not knowing how to make sense of what was happening. But even though her mother’s glare was intense and filled with confounding hate, there were traces of despair and sadness in her expression.

"Here’s the boy," she spoke stiffly to her husband, "the child that you’ve always searched for is finally here." She continued in an antagonistic voice.

Smiling a sad smile, she cast her eyes once again on the boy who certainly resembled her husband, but bore no resemblance to herself. "Except while we were looking for a baby, the gods have unexpectedly blessed you alone with an already grown up boy."

The husband did not look at the boy for once though, his fervent soft eyes on her mother. "If you want me to cast him away," he spoke in a deep baritone voice filled with longing and regret, "then I shall immediately do as you please."

Zina’s mother who looked like an otherworldly beauty from a different plane with her silvery white hair and light blue eyes dissolved into laughter. "What?" She scoffed harshly, "So the world will point fingers at me saying that I, your wife, unable to give you a heir, still had the heart to cast away your illegitimate son?"

The man dropped to his feet. "Forgive me for this stain I’ve brought to you." He said in a somber voice, his head bowed to the floor as if he was truly sorry.

Zina, who seemed to be observing the scene from a stranger’s point of view, immediately realized that she was looking at an affair and the product of one. At that realization, she finally took her eyes away from her mother who had engrossed her only to look at the boy who still stood aside like a dejected being.

On close observation of him, she immediately realized that the boy’s resemblance to the man was quite uncanny. He possessed all of his brown features, leaving no evidence as to who the mother could possibly be.

Again, the feeling of familiarity tugged at her. But for the life of her, she couldn’t exactly remember where she might have seen such familiar features again. And something about the boy seemed more familiar than the man himself.

The man, still not sparing the boy a glance, spoke to Zina’s mother. "No matter what everyone says, if you wish that I cast this boy out, then I shall do it in such a manner that it would have any consequence to you."

Zina’s mother shut her eyes as if trying to pray for strength above. Zina found that she was particularly familiar with that act herself for it was one characteristic she bore.

When her mother reopened her eyes, the hardness in them was gone, replaced by something softer. She shook her head, her now soft eyes devoid of any anger resting on the boy.

"He’s your son after all," she said, "the only descendant of the Screamers Pack. I shall take him in and raise him as one for I myself am not sure if the gods have deemed me fortunate to bear your child."

Before Zina could hear the man’s response, she was harshly tugged away from the dream by the voice of Seraph in her physical world.

"Theta... Theta?"

Her eyes flew open, beholding Seraph’s chestnut brown ones. But that was not the brown she found familiar, so she found herself thinking back to the dream that was a real event and the familiarity she felt

Sunlight freely streamed into her room, and she suspected that she had slept in.

"What time is it?" she asked, groaning as her head threatened to split into two. Yesterday’s night events slammed into her, particularly her encounter with Moon and her discussion with the Daemon.

She found that the former encounter seemed to be responsible for the persistent visions that followed afterwards. Whether it be the vision she saw in Alpha Kairos’ blue eyes, or the past vision she saw in her dreams just now. She wondered why the Kadir ritual seemed to be making her react so strongly, and if that was normal in the least.

"It is one in the afternoon, Theta."

Zina recoiled in shock. "What? I slept for that long."

Seraph nodded. "Believe me I wouldn’t have woken you up if you were not thrashing on your bed just now. You seemed really tired."

"I was thrashing?" Zina repeated as a terrible head threatened to shoot her head off her neck. She groaned, trying to remember how she had slept off in the first place.

Embarrassing memories of fainting in Daemon’s hands and then being carried out by him flooded to her causing her to groan even more. Was there ever going to be an end to this?

"Yes you were. And if you don’t mind, I have two pieces of news for you." Seraph recited mechanically, squinting against a parchment in her fingers.

"What is it?" Zina asked, sitting on her bed instead.

"This morning, both the WolfKnights and the Red Sisters threw the stick on the ground against his majesty."

It took some time for Zina to process that information, and when she did, she didn’t know when she screamed. "What?!"

Throwing the stick on the ground was an act whereby a person declared their intention to be foes with the other. It was a mere expression of intent though, meant to cajole the other to be amenable to their requests.

Seraph smiled shrewdly. "And guess what? The Alpha King has expedited everything by declaring the WolfKnights and the Red Sisters to be enemies of the Arctic North. As I speak to you now, they are on their way back to the GreenLands with their tails between their legs."

Zina sat rooted in shock... and then some glee. If Daemon had made such a decision, then that could only mean that he had plans to deal with the GreenLands and was not going to accept the WolfKnight’s as allies as Zina had feared.

"That is... wonderful news." Zina muttered, while Seraph grinned. But that expression was immediately wiped away as the girl proceeded to say,

"For the second news, his majesty has announced the Second Tournament. It is to start tomorrow."l