The Alpha's Blind Fate
Chapter 287: The Underhanded Seductress

Chapter 287: The Underhanded Seductress

MOON

"And here I thought we have bonded Yaren. How dare you hold a party and not invite me to it?" Fionna drawled in a husky voice, standing by Yaren’s side with her hands akimbo and her legs crossed.

Basil scoffed lightly, his leering eyes roaming over Fionna’s body in a lewd manner.

The Red Hand in question was dressed to the Ts in dark leather that hugged her lithe figure decadently and highlighted all of her curves. She had on a knee high leather booth, and an ample amount of cleavage showed from the tight leather long sleeve jacket that she had on.

"And who is this beautiful thing?" Basil inquired in an appreciative albeit creepy voice. "I wasn’t aware that you indulged in this kind of pleasure, bastard."

Fionna smiled broadly, covering Yaren’s balled fists with her fingers while she leaned down to whisper to the man.

"Remember how we bonded together over torturing Lykom Lupus." She said in a low voice while Yaren unsuccessfully struggled to pry his hands from hers although he didn’t use much of his strength into it.

"I do not believe we ’bonded’," Yaren gritted, "it’s more like you stole the man that I was supposed to torture myself."

Fionna pouted, leaning into him further while their crowd seemed to watch the duo intently as if trying to interprete just how much intimate they were.

"That is just semantics, I truly believe we bonded over that event." Fionna blinked her eyes as a lost puppy would although she was truly aware that Yaren wasn’t the kind of man that would fall for such tricks. No, the show she was putting up was for the gathering crowd around them, and not for the infallible man before her.

"Is there a reason why you’re here?" Yaren whispered harshly while Fionna grinned.

"This tournament is geared towards replacing the houses of the two men before you. Naturally, that means they are my enemies too for the reason that I intend to replace one of their Houses." Fionna whispered, and then without waiting for his response, she turned to the men that still observed them.

Some of them were taking her in with eyes filled with appreciation, but only the kind of appreciation that was in abundance in brothels. The kind of appreciation where the appreciator would deliver ruin to the appreciated while disgusting it as showers of love and affection.

Fionna recognized it, and she was hardly fazed by it.

All playfulness was wiped off from her face while she rested her eyes on Basil NorthClaw. She had once read the man’s case file back at the Red Sisters covenant, and suffice to say, she could boast of knowing the man more than he knew himself.

"This beautiful thing is a Red Sister," Fionna said, answering his earlier question in a stern voice

"As beautiful as they’re lethal," Basil quoted the infamous quote associated with the Red Sisters in a mocking tone, "I can see the beauty, but the lethality not so much. Unless of course an underhanded seductress can be considered as being lethal."

The cronies behind him dissolved into yet another mocking laughter that hardly fazed Fionna.

"First it was Bastard, now it is Underhanded Seductress? For a child born of a mother from the Iron Coast, you sure are shameless when dishing out insults."

As she expected, Basil’s face twisted and contorted into thunderous anger while some of the unknowing people that gathered around them gasped at the revelation.

The Iron Coasts and the people from the North didn’t mix. It was an entirely different matter when it was a nobility from the North bearing the blood of the West.

And Basil NorthClaw’s case was an open secret that Fionna had been fortunate enough to stumble on.

"How dare you?!" He thundered, stepping forward to deliver a blow at her. Fionna truly hoped that was his intention.

"How dare I?" Fionna scoffed, "I myself am more surprised that you would come at Mr. Yaren NorthSteed. Surely you do not think that for the six years that the current Alpha King faced banishment, his bastard brother was busy playing house?"

It was Darph that had the decency to glance at Yaren anew as if contemplating whether he had been wise to have fired on with his foolhardy mission of instigating Yaren.

Basil on his part scoffed out loud, "A bastard will always be a bastard! Besides, how dare a nobody like you talk to me like this?!"

"I am only looking out for you Mr. Basil NorthClaw. We are in this competition together and it will not bode well should you have to face Mr. Yaren during the combat. That is assuming you make it past the three tests."

"Sir," one of Basil’s cronies growled, "shall I rip out this woman’s neck and serve her skull to you? How dare an ordinary Red Sister whose head is filled with dirty tricks speak to you?!"

Fionna turned her eyes to the man, blinking at him flirtatiously. "You can rip my head if you wish. However, that is assuming your hand can even make it to the mark."

"I know you’re a bastard, but of all the women I expected you to mingle with, never did I image you would descend to a class that is even lower than yours." Basil gritted, his eyes spitting venom.

The word ’Bastard’ was already getting on Fionna’s nerves, and without warning, she began to approach Basil until the space between them was eliminated.

In her mind, she was casually perusing through the man’s case file and all the vile things he had done.

"I heard you love to touch your women... inappropriately," Fionna said in a whisper that managed to carryon to the people that stood around them.

Basil’s eyes glittered with something dark, his eyes sweeping to her cleavage. "Indeed, I do. The bloodier they are, the better."

Fionna slowly grinned, feeling excited all of a sudden. "I love to touch my men as well," she continued in the whisper like voice.

"You do?" Basil asked, not taking his eyes from her cleavage.

"Indeed. The bloodier they are, the more appealing I find them, and the more my blood lust becomes insatiable.