The Alpha's Blind Fate
Chapter 303: Betrothal Gifts

Chapter 303: Betrothal Gifts

ZINA

In a panic, Zina scrambled to quickly prepare and leave for the Balstid Arena.

"How is it that I overslept again?" She questioned out loudly while she struggled to clasp her earring on while Seraph helped fasten the earring in the other ear.

"It’s not that you overslept Thera, it’s that you slept too little." Seraph grumbled in response, but at least managed to put the clasp in place unlike Zina who was still struggling with hers.

The maidservant darted for Zina’s cloak while she reminisced over the reason why she was being late in the first place. In the fog of sleep that surrounded her, she managed to remember her escapade to the Temple the night before where Dawn had taken the pleasure of teaching Zina inverted tracking using a vision.

Zina had been grossly unsuccessful in tracking down the whereabouts of the Red Werewolf, but she had at least learnt one or two tricks from Dawn in the process.

Tricks that were now the reason for her gross lateness.

Finally, she was successful with the clasp while Seraph returned from her short sojourn and draped the cloak around Zina’s shoulders.

"The women of the Arctic North need to learn from you how to dress in two minutes." The maid servant deadpanned. Zina was unsure whether there was admiration in her voice or not.

"It took me three minutes not two," Zina sassed back while she assessed herself before the vanity mirror in her room.

She didn’t look bad at all. In fact, she looked way too good for someone who dressed up in that amount of time. And her hair was well pinned, courtesy of Seraph’s deft fingers.

"Ahh... the difference between two and three minutes must be a world if you have to point it out so blatantly." The maidservant quipped sarcastically while Zina made an attempt to practice the smile that she intended to wear throughout the tournament.

The smile that said she was ever the magnanimous Theta of the NorthSteed Pack, even if such status was about to change very soon.

"I have your deft fingers to thank after all for the final look. My hair is exquisite."

The maid servant beamed at the compliment. "It was nothing."

"How could it be nothing when you finished in just two minutes." Zina continued her praise while she also dashed out of the room, Seraph hot on her heels.

Any glee she had over the fact that she managed to dress up in such time despite being grossly late disappeared upon seeing the crowd of servants that blocked the entry way that led to the basement where the Royal Stall was located. They were all bearing large decorated boxes that she would have otherwise admired if she were not pressed for time.

She figured that perhaps the Alpha of some pack had sent Daemon gifts, albeit one that was ill timed.

Should she take a detour to another entry way, that would extend her journey by a whooping ten minutes... ten minutes she unfortunately could not afford.

"What in god’s name is happening here?" Zina muttered in a voice tinged with horror. She had two options before her; the first was to squeeze her way through the servants which would probably leave her well done hair scattered and probably dirty her glaring white ceremonial dress.

The second was a detour which was not even an option.

Seraph was already inquiring from one of the servants as to why they choose that early in the morning to transport whatever they were transporting, however nothing prepared Zina for the feedback that Seraph gave her.

"The boxes are the Alpha King’s engagement gifts to you my Lady. The servants are in fact heading for your quarters."

Zina blinked once, and then twice. "Okay...."

She cleared her throat while she carefully weighed her options. Appearing before the tournament looking like a drowned cat was not a good idea. That was hardly a good image a Theta should have, nor a future Luna Queen.

Future Luna Queen....

"We shall take a detour then," Zina gritted, blaming herself for her tardiness. It had absolutely nothing to do with the servants, nor their horrible timing, nor the gifts that they were bearing in the first place.

She was about to just cross over to the stairs across that wing when Marcus DireWolf appeared, pulling himself through the army of servants.

Zina didn’t want to imagine just what gifts they were bearing that required such a great number of them... no she simply couldn’t imagine it at that moment for fear that she might break down at how terrifyingly yet excitingly true her marriage to Daemon was.

"Theta, how is it that you’re still here?" Marcus inquired with a frown.

"Beta DireWolf do you wish to punish me for my tardiness?" Zina asked.

The man need only look between Zina and the army of servants to understand her dilemma. Surprisingly, he billowed in an authoritative voice.

"All servants should stand by the side and create a single pass way in the middle."

Zina’s eyes widened, would that be possible? As far as she could see, if not the number of servants, the gifts they bore were too big and heavy for them to realign themselves at the not too broad stairway. But much to her shock, the servants carried the boxes on their heads and quickly rearranged themselves to stand side by side at the stairway, leaving a thin space in the middle.

Marcus seeing the look of amazement on her face chuckled. "They are military trained servants. Give them a command and no matter the time and day, they will obey."

So that was how it is? Zina still had so much to learn. Far much to learn if she were to become Luna Queen.

Don’t think about it!

Throwing a quick thank you at Marcus, she barreled down the stairway, while the future that awaited her only pressed against her... a reminder that soon everything would change.

She would get married, have her own family, and her curse as the abandoned one will be forced to be lifted.