The Alpha's Blind Fate
Chapter 314: The Truth (II)

Chapter 314: The Truth (II)

ZINA

"What she saw in you doesn’t matter," Daemon answered, slamming his fists against the wall behind her.

It was clear to Zina that just the mere thought of their conversation made Daemon uncomfortable, and that only served to convince her that along the lines, something had gone terribly wrong. And the thing in question was the exact same thing that her wolf had sensed when it said to her, ’there’s something in you.’

Something even Daemon, strong and courageous man he was, was afraid to face.

"It matters," Zina answered slowly, "if not to you, it matters to me. Please, the opportunity had come for me to have the answers I’ve yearned for all these years. Do not take it away from me."

"And if I tell you what you want to hear, then what?"

"Then we will figure it out from there," Zina answered with a smile that exudes a confidence that she certainly didn’t possess.

Even Daemon saw through the pretense of her smile, but that didn’t stop him from answering. "Fine. It’s true, Melwyn saw traces in you. Traces that are quite peculiar to that of the same Defromed we’ve been tracking down ever since that attack. I thought she was mistaken, and when you were sleeping I had her confirm it again."

Zina didn’t blink for once. After basically being told that she was the product of the monster that murdered Daemon’s mother, she found she could not say anything.

But Daemon didn’t seem bothered by that in the least. Instead, he was concerned of her.

"You told me we will figure it out so what’s with the dearth stare?" Daemon said, shaking her body as if to snap her out of the floodgates of her thoughts.

Zina smiled, "So I am an experiment. A terrible one."

"Zina," Daemon gritted as if to say stop right there.

"It must have a connection to my staff," Zina continued, ignoring the warning in his voice.

Daemon gripped her jaw until all her extremely light blue eyes could do was stare at his dark, stormy eyes. "We. Will. Figure. It. Out." He gritted one by one with a voice that almost convinced her.

"You shouldn’t be standing this close to me," Zina sniffled, realizing then that she was crying. She was yet to fully process the weight of that information, but then and there, all she could remeber was the vision of her killing Daemon.

Daemon scoffed in response, "I have two supreme wolf in me, Zina. I would think it very insulting that you would think I couldn’t possibly hold you down."

"This is not funny Daemon,"

"Am I laughing?"

Zina sighed, befuddled as she harshly wiped away her tears. "What are you doing here by the way? Yaren will soon fight and here you’re tending to my emotions which shouldn’t be your concern in the first place!" Zina snapped, no longer knowing what to do with her tongue and lacking the knowledge of how to face Daemon.

The nightmare she feared the most might just happen—she will abandoned again.

So naturally, her fears reared up, speaking words that she wouldn’t have ordinarily been heard saying.

Daemon’s eyes narrowed into slits, "And why I would I want to be watching his fight?" He deadpanned with that very serious expression that said he certainly didn’t like that part of her that was rearing up its head.

"Because he is your brother." Zina rambled on, her tears flowing down even more until all she could taste was salt on her tongue. "This is exactly why he doesn’t like me. Even at one of the most important moment of his life, yet again I’ve stolen his brother from witnessing his shine."

Daemon shook her vigorously, concern coloring his eyes. "I am beginning to get worried about you Zina, what exactly is wrong with you?"

And that was when his eyes settled on her fingers that were shaking like a sudden earthquake engulfed them. Zina saw it too, and her teeth started shattering while cold sweat mixed with her tears.

She saw it flash before her eyes... the horrible life she lived, all an experiment to train and rear her as something unforgivable and unassociatable.

But along the way, the goddess had played a cruel joke on the people that once controlled her birth by giving her a mate. And currently, that mate was pissed off at how much she was beginning to doubt everything that she had begun to learn to love and appreciate.

...Everything that no longer made her feel like an abandoned one.

The anger in Daemon’s eyes cooled down, and he battered her into a hug that shot at straight to her heart and calmed her shaking body.

"We are getting married tomorrow, Zina." He whispered in her ears, "so your doubts are no longer valid as of now. You will become the Luna of the NorthSteed Pack and all of the Arctic North. I on the other hand will like to see who would dare to lay his claim on you when I’ve already done that."

Zina sniffled, hugging him back tighter as his comfort enveloped her like a healing balm that she had been in search of for all her life.

"You know it that you’re mine, right?" He asked in a voice that held all the confidence that had escaped her.

She nodded vigorously in response, unable to muster a word of response.

"And you know it too, that I am yours, right?" He asked while he slightly disentangled from the hug. Enough for Zina to see the sincerity that was sewn in his eyes.

Her throat was clogged with emotions, and yet, she nodded wordlessly while her tears flowed ever freely. She could imagine that she looked like a teary mess, but that didn’t stop Daemon from slamming his lips against hers as they dissolved into sloppy kisses that spoke of unbreakable love, and companionship even in the face of adversity.

They were many truths in the world indeed. And one of those truths luckily for her was that she was so in love with this man that she would rather kill herself before she brought upon him any harm.

Dawn was right; the most terrifying thing is not the vision but the Seer.

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