The Alpha's Blind Fate
Chapter 30: Blood On The Floor

Chapter 30: Blood On The Floor

ZINA

Ignoring her, the sound carried on and on. A man grunted, and another man moaned. On and on, their fervent entanglement went on before a grunt of release and deep sated satisfaction erupted in the room.

What a good time to be blind.

There was a stretching silence. Zina was still rooted in the pool of blood, unable to take a step forward or backward for fear of bumping into something even dirtier. Finally, his voice spoke.

"Sweet goddess. I must have tainted the ears of the dignified Theta with my doings."

A zipper was zipped up, and a languid step approached her.

"Why did no one tell me that the incorruptible Theta has graced my chambers!" Eldric continued billowing, perfecting the act of the offended one. "And now, I fear I have scarred her ears."

Zina very well resisted the urge to scoff. If her ears were easily scarred, then it must have been scarred a long time ago. Ignoring his deceitful outburst, Zina went straight to her mission.

"Your Majesty," she bowed, "I hear you summon me."

"I did?"

Zina simply rested her blind exposed eyes on what she rightfully assumed was his face. Eldric was not much taller than her, so the act didn’t require much effort on her part.

"Oh, I remember now."

The doors behind Zina opened, and two Epsilons walked in.

"My my, you’ve been standing in his blood!" Eldric billowed, "where is someone! Must I taint the Theta’s divine feet too? Can someone wipe this horrible scene already!"

More people scrambled into the room, and at the tearful urging of a maidservant, Zina side stepped away from the blood, but no, it seemed the pool ran quite wide as she only stepped into a deeper pool. She sidestepped two more times before the coast was finally clear.

They began to wipe the blood away, and in the process, they attempted to wipe Zina’s stained shoes too. The whole ordeal lasted for less than five minutes— the Epsilons successfully taking away the corpse, and the maidservant that were now expert blood cleaners successfully wiping away the blood.

And yet, it would seem that the heavy metallic smell still hung in the air. That much they couldn’t wipe away.

"Please come and sit." Eldric said in an attempt to sound magnanimous.

Zina simply tilted her head in the direction of his bed where his passion once rang clear enough for her to hear. Edlric’s lover was still there, panting deliciously from a passion that hadn’t yet ebbed away even in the face of a corpse and the sight of blood.

Lykom Lupus.

She rested her white eyes on the man as she addressed Eldric, "Another attempt was made on my life, your majesty."

She felt Lykom’s bleak, dark stare ghost over her skin, but Zina refused to look away from the Alpha King’s lover who had surprisingly lasted longer than his predecessors.

A feat that was hard to come by.

Ever since Lykom made an appearance, it would seem as though Eldric had changed from murdering his lovers in his sexual rage, to murdering the forced voyeurs of his act to quell the form of his depraved desires.

Zina supposed that much was to be expected when his lover now shared such desires with him.

"Sweet goddess," Eldric exclaimed, although his voice held a slight annoyance at the fact that Zina had refused his offer for a seat. "That would be the twentieth attempt on your life....?"

"The twenty-seventh in fact." Zina responded blandly. She greatly suspected that Lykom was behind the incessant last five assassination attempts against her. Seeing as she lost the third Temple Warrior sworn to protect her in the process, it would seem the man was quite determined to see her dead.

As for Lykom’s reasons? Zina could think of a hundred, but one in particular nagged at her, the man who had assumed the role of the Alpha King’s lover and advisor must have picked up on the secret meetings she had with the Matriachy Pack. If that were the case, then Zina must eliminate him first before he would be able to cry wolf.

Rising from the bed, probably still naked, Lykom spoke in a voice grim enough to awaken the dead. "You must have it tough, Theta Zina."

It was both a threat and his declaration that he wouldn’t be backing down soon. Zina simply offered the duo her most cheerful smile, the one Seraph had tagged the smile that would win the heart of the moon goddess herself.

"I am grateful for the Alpha King’s protection of course. It is because of him that I stand here hale and hearty."

That was a lie, the Epsilons of the NorthSteed pack were unable to protect Zina inside the palace because it was assumed the castle was already protected. Even outside the palace, Zina could hardly entrust her life in their hands. If not for the Warriors of the Temple, Zina would have been a long cold thing beneath the grounds and food for worms.

"It would seem people value your life more than mine," Eldric tsked, sounding offended, "I do not understand the clamour for it."

Zina was about to retort, saying that Eldric NorthSteed did not understand much else that happened around him save for what went on his bed, but she decided against it.

Patience... patience was all she needed. Soon, this will be over.

Soon.

However it would be troubling if Lykom had indeed caught a sniff of her communications with the Matriachy. Very troubling indeed.

Zina rested back her eyes on Eldric as if to ask him what he would do about the development. And as always, he gave the same generic response. "I shall have the Beta investigate it. It would be a gross crime for our unblemished Theta to lose her dear life. A loss for me and the Arctic North I rule over."

In order not to roll her eyes crudely before the man, Zina quickly said, "Very well. I am made to understand a report from the war just came in."

Eldric, realising that she was not ready to take his offer to sit, very well went on with what he had to say.

"My brother is losing the war again."

His brother? The gods, was the man mad?

"The banished prince you mean." Zina quipped blandly.

"The very one. You must agree with me that this war has been drawn out for way too long."

Zina paused, confronting the anxiety laced to his words. So he was now afraid. What a beautiful sight for Zina to witness.

"I guess you could say that, although I do understand that the war has pushed past the plateau of the Mountains, and the rogues here in the Arctic North have been cleared. Any loss that comes now does not affect us, no?"

It would seem as though Eldric was very much ticked at how Zina acted like she had no true knowledge of what was truly at stake.

Lykom spoke instead in that grim voice that spelt death, "Now the war has pushed to the Far East, the banished prince has acquired the support of the packs there. Not only that, the banished prince infamous ’Army Without An Alpha’ grows ever so much...it is quite threatening." he tsked.

The threat there was evident. If it was Eldric alone, the man as tyrannical as he was foolish would not have understood that Daemon’s accomplishment posed a threat to his name. But it was Lykom Lupus that she was dealing with, a man rightfully nicknamed the Killer Wolf

Six years ago, Prince Daemon NorthSteed, accused of killing his father and attempting to usurp his throne, was banished to the border of glaciers that bordered the NorthWest to fight against the Arising Rogues. While everyone expected his death, Daemon did not die.

Dragging out the war, Daemon managed to procure the proactive involvement of the Iron Coast in the West by skillfully diverting the heat of the rogue army to block the Iron Seas, a major trading area of the Western lands that connected to the South.

Such daring manoeuvre led to the recluse Iron Coast to send an army under the bannerless Army of No Alpha led by Daemon NorthSteed. But even then, all the achievements of the banished prince were termed the achievement of the Arctic North. Daemon was simply a sinner fighting for his father’s land as punishment.

That was until mysteriously, the Rogue Army three years cropped up on the GreenLands. The GreenLands refused with everything in their blood to go to war. They abandoned the land now occupied by the rogues, ceasing ownership of them. That act forced Daemon to leave his area of banishment for the first time to travel East and fight the Army.

Moorim, the Beta of the NorthSteed pack had been vehemently against Daemon moving from the Border of Glaciers to the GreenLands. In fact, the man had suspected that the mad adventure was propagated by Daemon whose mind games knew no bounds.

And maybe he was right, the rogue army could survive on snowy terrain, but swampy terrain? Why would they move there? It didn’t make sense. Afterall, the only thing that made sense was that Daemon had somehow manipulated the enemy into taking refuge at the very place that would spell their ultimate defeat... but it didn’t spell anything good for Daemon either as he had no allies at the GreenLands, and he too was afterall a North Wolf and not an Eastern one.

Thus, three years later, Daemon and the rogue army were still locked in a heated battle of wit and might. Like a lock still, no one was able to move forward or backward. That was until....

"Don’t you think it is strange how he has acquired the support of the GreenLands when we clearly share a blood feud that runs way too deep?" Lykom whispered in her ears, his breath raining down on her like a putrid thing.

The animosity between the GreenLands and the Arctic North was an aged tale. Still, it was quite unreasonable to think it was strange they decided to support Daemon. Afterall, the entirety of their lands were now at stake.

"Now I think about it, you happen to be from the GreenLands." He concluded loud enough for the people outside to hear him.

Was the man trying to put her in her place?

"Are you inferring that I somehow have a hand in the current power shift to the banished prince?" Zina asked sardonically, tilting her head up.

Lykom chuckled darkly. "Of course not. But then, it occurred to me that the GreenLands owe their allegiance to the Matriarchy...." He trailed dramatically.

Zina barely reacted to the information that was targeted at her.

"....and the Matriarchy have a strong connection to the Temple," he whispered in her right ear, circling her like a wolf on the hunt.

"And all the Temples in Vraga adore you, Theta Zina of the Arctic North. I mean how could they not adore you when three years ago you foretold the Great Famine that would spread through all the regions."

Zina felt Eldric’s suspicious stare on her. How sad, she thought. Because now, she was sure more than ever that Lykom Lupus, the Alpha King’s lover, must be eliminated.