The Alpha's Blind Fate
Chapter 290: Your Place!

Chapter 290: Your Place!

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And the legend of the Great Beast Wolf started from paradise in the person of a man who had everything, but was unsatisfied with his beautiful and blameless life. This man lived in heaven, and his perfect life besmirched him.

Eager to escape, he asked to be sent elsewhere to experience callous pain for his beautiful life had tied him down ruthlessly so. However, before he could leave heaven, he was asked to confront his true desires before a mirror. And staring at the mirror, the Great Beast Wolf realized way too late that his life had hardly been as perfect as he thought it to be.

He had in fact been living in hell thinking it to be heaven.

— Intro Excerpt of the Legend Of the Great Beast Wolf and how he attained Nirvana.

The conversation Fionna had with Yaren and the man who called himself Caspian Vanpage left her with an answer that demanded for more answers. In her conquests of desperation to understand the last tournament, it would seem ask though her befuddlement only grew.

Now staggering on her own while waiting for the remaining minutes of the waiting time to elapse, she made the hard but inevitable decision to take the tests in whatever manner they come. As usual, and without having antithetical choice, she would have to forge ahead to build herself on a path filled wiyh spoooky thorns.

She sensed that someone was staring at her intensely causing her to raise her head at the direction. Her eyes met with omniscient brown ones that were slightly obscured by locks of brown hair.

She hadn’t seen the man since the afternoon of the other day. And while she had been relieved to be free of his entrapping presence, it still bothered her as to what he was up to.

And she hadn’t been fond to have stayed alone at the inn with the tied and gagged Zoric Sofyr who wouldn’t stop screaming behind his gag until Fionna had taken the liberty to ungraciously knock him out.

She began to walk towards the man who stood on a pair of worn out boots with his hands buried in the pocket of his pants.

"I thought you wanted to give up and bow out with the first tournament." Fiona commented snarkily against her intention. She was beginning to learn new things about herself everyday, and the included the fact that she couldn’t for the life of her talk to the brown haired ominous man with a heavy douse of sarcasm or snark.

It was her self coping mechanism.

The Sighter casually looked behind her. "You were speaking with his majesty’s brother." He observed something Fiona’s didn’t recognise laced to his words.

Fionna frowned. "Most people call him Lord Yaren. There’s no need to refer to him as his majesty’s brother."

The Sighter frowned in turn as though he could not understand why there was such a bite to her tone. "I do not accuse him of Nepotism."

Fionna forced down the urge to chuckle at all the wrong ways that sounded. "Why are you curious about him? I and Lord Yaren once had an entanglement which neither of us can’t forget. I merely went to him to call in a favour on the basis of that entanglement."

"You can be wordy with other people like that, but you need not to explain too much to me." He said carelessly as though he knew the details of every single thing that swirled in her mind. That was off putting, and Fionna found herself struggling to maintain the semblance of control she pretended to have whenever she was before this man.

"What do you want with him? Your eyes have that glint it always seems to possess whenever you’re interested in something. And while we might not have known for long, I know you well enough to know that you being interested im something is a very bad thing."

He chuckled dryly. "As always, I find your straightforwardness rather refreshing."

"That is not the answer to my question." Fionna growled, unwilling to play along with his dry jokes.

"Were you not the one who told me he is everyone’s toughest opponent. I merely want to size up the man I might be possibly going against."

Fionna stiffened while memories of the first tournament and the things she had said to the Sighter slammed into her.

She groaned, shutting her eyes as though she was praying for strength from the entirety of the universe. "You and I both know that your presence is far from ordinary already. So might I beg that you avoid facing Lord Yaren if you can afford it."

Surpassingly, the Sighter chuckled darkly. "Say do you think your lord Yaren is his majesty’s nemesis?"

"What?"

"The place were I come from. There’s something we call the legend of the evil eye. Everyone has an evil eye; a person other than yourself whom if brought down would ruin your life as well.

Fionna’s eyes flew open as she observed for the first time that evening that was giving way to night that the Sighter didn’t look the same. For the first time since she had met the man, the infalliabke appearance he always wore was dented.

There was actually fucking dark circles around his eyes.

"You didn’t sleep yesterday night did you?" Fionna observed warily, while every joy she had over his lack of presence the day before evaporated into the air while during a natural death at the same time.

"I do not sleep much on a usual. Forgive my philosophy but I find that the only people that sleep are those who are without worries."

Fionna, who knew she was onto a very dangerous fact didn’t dare to be derailed by his yet again wandering duscusssion.

"Where we’re you yesterday?" She asked cautiously, but the Sighter caught on anyways for his eyes flickered to hers in an almost daring manner.

"Did Zoric Sofyr give you any trouble?" He actually dared to ask instead of answering her question. Fionna would have torn at his hair until she rooted it from his scalp if not for the fact that the act would have attracted the attention of all around them.

An attention she certainly didn’t want for herself.

"I heard the Theta was attacked yesterday." Fionna declared without thinking much, "so for your sake and mine, you must tell me where you were?"

The Sighter chuckled darkly, "do you suspect me of having imitated the attack?"

"That has never been your motive so naturally that is not my concern. I suspect that you’ve been involved in more concerning ways."

"His majesty was once again neglectful of her safety, I simply went there to rescue her."

"It is not your place to worry about her like that!" Fionna screamed before she could contain her outburst, "especially when your place is one that remains unknown even now."

When the Sighter said nothing else and instead stared at her like he was just meeting a very strange phenomenon for the first time, Fionna continued to ramble on.

"I do not know what you’re doing but you’ve to stop!" She whisper shouted at him, "I admit it. You’re strong, brave even, and a hella smart. But guess what, his Majesty is even all those things and more! He is a Supreme Wolf, and another wolf trying to stake his claim on his mate will not end well!"

She might as well have been talking to a wall for she suspected that all of her words flew right over his head.

But then he said the most unexpected thing. "She seems to think she is not in danger." He said, his voice almost melancholy.

It took sometime for the intended meaning of those words to sink in, and when they did, Fionna simply couldn’t hold it in again.

"You spoke to HER?!!!"

Everyone around them turned to them, shooting them menacing glares. The tension of the wait was after all hard enough without a woman clad in leather screaming down her lungs.

"You said she was doing well," he said, his voice holding no regrets over his actions, "I had to find out for myself."

"And what did you find out?" Fionna whispered, her tone conveying a despair she was rather sure that the thick headed man before her would Ito quite understand.

"You all lied. She’s far from being well." The Sighter answered, his voice terse and angry at the same time.

What? As far as Fionna knew, despite the fact that Daemon and Zina’s relationship started out turbulently, they were no longer like that. In fact, rumours had been making their way and circulating through the capital that they would be getting married soon.

"So she told you she is doing well, and yet you didn’t believe her?!" Fionna said, outraged. It was hard to know whether the man before her was simply insane, or just delusional.

"How could I believe her when she didn’t believe her own words."

Fionna stilled at that, and something in his brown eyes hinted that he was far from talking about Daemon and Zina’s relationship.

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