The Alpha's Blind Fate
Chapter 302: The Voice

Chapter 302: The Voice

When the Great Beast Wolf decided to take his last step in his journey, he was forced to go through a room filled with whispering voices. And in there, those voices spoke of his deepest greed and selfishness. Just like that, they all laid his emotions bare till he had nothing to hide from the world.

— The Legend of the Great Beast Wolf in attaining Nirvana.

MOON

Yaren didn’t know when he made it to the Room of Whispers, he wasn’t even quite sure whether it was really real that he was in there, or not.

But at that point as he stood listlessly in a place that he couldn’t see but could only hear, he was immediately sure that he was about to confront the toughest part of the test, should he dare say so himself.

"Tell me, do you hate her?" His father’s voice whispered to him. Again.

Yaren wasn’t startled anymore, now knowing what he faced. But a great pressure pressed against his head, causing him to almost loose his balance. And slowly, he felt the control that he had and his wolf once held onto slip away slowly.

"Should I hate her?" Yaren said instead, his own voice echoing loudly as if he was trapped in an endless abyss.

When it came to Zina WolfKnight, Yaren didn’t deny he wasn’t exactly fond of the woman. And more of it had to do with the fact that she had betrayed Daemon.

No matter the bond she now shared with Daemon, Yaren simply couldn’t forgive her for that stain. He had also made clear the same to Daemon who had never pushed for Yaren to act otherwise towards Zina.

It was after all his own anger and his own disgruntlement... surely, he could at least be angry at the woman? Even if she were about to become his sister-in-law soon?

"Pray tell, do you think your anger towards her stems from her betrayal?" His father’s voice whispered maliciously, a wicked glee tinged to his words, "have you not for once thought about your own jealousy?"

Yaren clenched his fists, whipping his head to the side as if trying to get away from the voice and a vain attempt to shake off the impact of those words on him.

"What are the modalities of the third test?!" He growled instead, knowing that there was no way he was possibly alone in that room... or whatever that place was for the matter.

"You must defeat the whispers," a grim voice said after a few seconds passed, "you would have defeated them successfully once the voices cease to exist and your eyes can see."

So that was the reason for his temporary blindness? Yaren reasoned. And how in hell was he supposed to defeat the said voices? Especially when it seemed as though they were sent to annoy him to his death.

"My jealousy?" Yaren said aloud, facing the snide voice squarely.

That boyce made him nostalgic for many reasons. On one hand, it was the voice he yearned for throughout his childhood. Whether it was to chide him, or to discipline him... Yaren had always wanted to hear his father’s voice no matter the reason.

But Xavier NorthSteed was a man who knew how to use silence to torment his children. For every rebellion that Yaren caused, his father never raised his voice at him... not ever talked to Jim.

No, what the old man would do was to wave his hand at his guards the way one would beckon at the cleaners to take care of the thrash. And that was who Yaren was... the thrash that his father could not rid of completely, but was forced to deal with everyday.

"It’s understandable that you’re jealous of her." His father cackled by his ear, his laughter sending goosebumps all over his skin, "afterall she’s taking your place."

"This is a pathetic attempt to rile up my emotions," Yaren gritted easily, slightly offended that they thought of him to be so easy.

Yes, he might totally not see eye to eye with his brother’s mate, but that didn’t mean he was ignorant as to the relationship that Daemon shared with the woman.

He had never seen it before, but he was sure that Daemon loved the woman. And that was the one reason why Yaren couldn’t cross that line... ever.

"But he made you a vow to be with you forever, but now he is already planning forever with the woman who destroyed his life."

"That vow was made when he was ten. But is this really why you’re here? To pit me against the man whom I owe my life to? Against the man who did everything that you as a father could never do?!"

At the end, Yaren’s voice was growing unnaturally louder and he was panting at the ened of his outburst. If ever there was a pain that he carried in his heart that he had never managed to rid of... then that pain would be that of the non existence of a father figure in his life.

Almost immediately, the tone of his fathers voice changed into something pleading...and pathetic. "But Daemon is the reason why I could never get close to you."

Yaren was befuddled and shocked at the same time.

"What the hell are you talking about?!" He billowed, stunned at the blatant lie that was both out of point and logic.

But the voice must have been pretty high on something hard because it continued in an agitated voice, "If Daemon never existed, then I wouldn’t have to walk on shells on how to raise my bastard sons! Because he existed, I had to ignore you so he, the legitimate son, wouldn’t feel bad that he lost his mother!"

"What nonsense...!"

"It is not nonsense! Daemon is the reason for everything... he should never have existed."

Yaren chuckled darkly when it became obvious that the comical display wasn’t going to end anytime soon. "It’s just like you to blame other people for your incompetence...." He muttered. At some point, perhaps at the very beginning, he had forgotten that the voice wasn’t real.

That the voice was just in his head.

But right then and there, it was as real as it could get. Even as it spewed nonsense to him, it seemed frighteningly real.

"Get out." He growled, his fingers digging deeper into his clenched palm.

"Even now, he won’t give you your rightful place and yet you take his side! Everyone knows how you’ve sacrificed your life for him, and yet the moment he becomes Alpha King he hesitates to make you his Beta! This position, should it not be yours from the onset?! Should you have to fight for it?! Do you have to grovel to stand by him when you’ve been standing by him all these while?!!!"

Yaren stood to his full height, narrowing his eyes at the darkness that was before him. Even though he couldn’t see, he imagined that his father was standing before him, spewing those words.

"I want to correct something," Yaren started, his voice grim and hoarse, "it’s not I that stood by Daemon, it is the other way round... he stood by me."

"What about Zina WolfKnight? Should he not let you take her life as was promised six years ago?!" His father’s voice protested, unrelenting and unwilling to give up just yet.

"That is yet another thing that you’ve wrong," Yaren deadpanned, "Zina WolfKnight is not just the woman who betrayed us six years ago, she is the woman who is Daemon’s mate, and who he will marry."

The last admission was a bit hard on his part, but it was about time that he came to terms with a lot of things.

He wasn’t suddenly—or ever—going to be a fan of the Theta, but he couldn’t expect Daemon to keep trusting him if he was going to be against his mate.

"Do you think putting your trust in him to this extent is worth it? Have you forgotten that there’s nothing more fickle than the heart of a man?"

Yaren didn’t respond to that because he didn’t need to. The answer was already there in his heart and his eyes naturally began to see his environs. He was in a room, dark and without a single window. But then a door began to open, ushering in a stream of sunlight that threatened to blind him.

It was already morning, and when the door fully opened, he found himself facing the Balstid Arena; the biggest tournament grounds in the Arctic North and also one of the royal tournament grounds.

Yaren stepped out of the room, stepping into the tournament ground that was already filled with people cheering loudly and hollering with all the strength their voice could afford.

A cursory glance at the Dais showed Daemon sitted with his legs crossed and the most bored expression on his face.

Their eyes met briefly, but other than that there was no acknowledgement on his part.

A loud, billowing voice screamed. "And Yaren NorthSteed has defeated the room of whispers and would now be engaging in the final combat!"

The audience billowed louder at that.

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