The Alpha's Blind Fate
Chapter 322: Fight Darkness With Darkness

Chapter 322: Fight Darkness With Darkness

ZINA

It was exactly seven in the evening when Norima Talga graced Zina’s chambers.

Before that, Zina had already decided that she would go with the wedding dress she had been in when the news of her pregnancy, now a confirmed fact, was broken to her. And then she had day dreamed all day long of all the one thousand and one different ways that she would break the news to Daemon.

She also imagined the one thousand and one different expressions that he would wear on hearing the news. While she was sure that he loved her, Zina was quite uncertain about his stance on the matter of having his own children.

For as far as she knew, it had always been her that fantasized about having her own children. Daemon had almost never shared his deeper thoughts on that subject matter.

Would he be happy? Angry? Elated? Annoyed?

Would she be a hood mother? And woukd he be a good father?

Thousands of questions churned in her head and her happiness gave way to slight worry and wariness. She was quite confident this was what she wanted, and a small part of her was sure that Daemon would share the same sentiment with her.

It was that small confidence that propelled her into deciding that she would break the news to Daemon on their wedding night. What better way to end a good day but with an even better news?

Hopefully, her doubts would have all been for nothing and all she would get to witness was the overwhelming joy that would be sewn shut in his eyes.

She was almsot sure of it.

Sybril stayed back, worried about the impending meeting, while Seraph fished o it Zina’s staff from the place where they had long hidden it.

"Your summon of me is quite surprising, Theta. Or should I call you Luna Queen," Norima said the moment Seraph ushered the woman’s cloaked figure into her room.

On pulling off the hood of her regalia, her golden red eyes and almost golden yellow strands of her hair stood in sparse contrast with her very pale skin.

"Thank you for taking your time to meet me," Zina simply said while she lit the candles in her room alongside Sybril who was doing the same.

Darkness was already descending upon them with the coming of night.

"I do not believe I ever had a choice in the matter of meeting you or not seeing as you’re about to become the most powerful woman in the Arctic North." Norima spat with voice filled with venom.

"Don’t tell me you still hold affection for his Majesty." Zina said the words slowly coming off as taunting, "even if you do still hold affection for him, your spite should not be turned against me but he himself don’t you think."

Norima cackled. "Marriage with his majesty woukd have been the only way I could have saved my people, Thera. It wasn’t affection it was just a power move."

"And one that has happened to fail you, Talga," Zina retorted immediately, "I guess that makes our conversation easier since you do not see me as a love rival."

Norima stared at her bewildered. "Did I mention that your summon makes me truly uncomfortable? The whole world knows that the Alpha King is out to subjugate the Night Mages. And you as his soon to be lawfully wedded wife would naturally share such ambition, and yet you summon me secretly."

Zina smiled at the woman. "What makes you think that his majesty doesn’t know I’ve summoned you? Do you truly think that I, or any other person in this palace possess the capability to keep anything from him?"

"Your words only increase my unease."

Zina approached the woman until they stood mere inches apart from each other. Holding the woman’s golden red eyes with the light blue of hers, she made an offer. "What if I told you I’ve a way to grant you your wish of becoming the head of the Night Mages?" she said carefully, watching the ember of greed come alive in the woman’s eyes.

It had all been way too easy to know of her ambition. From the very first day, Norima Talga had simply been a woman who wished to show the world how capable of a woman she was—whether it was through a powerful marriage or through the might of her hands.

It was naturally expected when the current leader of the Night Mages, Saber Talga, was a man who loved more than anything to put women in their place.

"I do not know what you speak of," Norima denied, furiously turning her head to the side to avoid the spell laced in Zina’s eyes.

But Zina was hardly deterred, "You will hardly ever hear of such an offer again, Norima. Daemon will surely subjugate the Night Mages to his rule, there’s no denying that. Neither will I help you out of that situation. But what I can promise is that you will come out on the top of the Night Mages no matter what happens."

Norima finally met her eyes. Something line acceptance saturating in her orbs. "From the prophecies of old I know you’re no ordinary woman so if you say you can do it, then I am quite confident you can. I believe the better question will be what is the catch?"

On cue, Seraph brought the staff which was wrapped in a black silk to her. Zina, even though she still had serious doubts simply threw the Staff to the other woman.

"Here’s the catch," she said just as Norima caught the rod.

The other woman unwrapped the clothing with eyes filled with curiosity and only frowned upon seeing the nondescript wooden-like stick.

"Is this not your staff?" She asked in an irritated voice, "what am I to do with it?"

"I’ve heard that you’ve been a Mage ever since you were in your mother’s belly. Take a closer look, does that seem like a simple staff to you?" Zina taunted her, and as she planned, Norima did take the bait.

The woman’s eyes glowed as she reached to her peer to examine the staff. And the effect that happened was spontaneous as it was overwhelming.

As of a strong wind suddenly gathered at one place, Norima was thrown backwards until she slammed her body against the wall. The wall cracked, just as Norima’s body slid off it.

"What is this?!" The woman gasped, panting hard.

But it wasn’t just Norima that was in pain. Zina’s heart felt like it was caught in a tight fist that just kept pressing harder and harder.

Like the thing inside her was teaching to the staff.

She could imagine Daemon’s thunderous expression should he catch wind of what she was doing. She could see him telling at why she had consulted Norima Talga instead of Melwyn, the witch accompanying Alpha Kairos.

But Zina had her reasons. To fight darkness, she had to resort to darkness. Melwyn fisnt dabble in the kind of magic that the Night Mages dabbled in. And others might be stubborn or too prideful to see that fact, but Zina wasn’t. At least, not anymore.

There was more at stake now. She was with child. And the only solution she was on the look for was a hard and fast one.

Zina barely reacted to the pain that she was in. For one thing, she didn’t want to give Seraph and Sybril cause for concern. But most importantly, she wasn’t willing to let Norima Talga in the know of how much the damn staff was connected to her... and her life.

Zina approached the woman and then held out her hand for her to take. Norima eyed her, but then finally took the offer for support.

"When I was a child a man cursed me," Zina started while she picked off the staff from the floor where it had clattered to.

"See it," she showed the language of the mountain wolves engraved on the staff to Norima Talga, "the words say, ’the abandoned one’."

Norima stared at her strangely. "Is the curse that serious?" She asked tentatively, not quite knowing where Zina was driving at with the conversation.

Zina grinned. "Not that serious. But I lived my whole life believing it to be true, and now that I am marrying the most powerful man in the Arctic North, I am in need of some petty vengeance."

"Petty revenge?" Norima muttered slowly, this time around she stared at the staff harder.

Zina stood by the woman’s side, looking at the staff as well. "Don’t think too much of it. This is wood that cannot burn, iron that cannot be welded, bamboo that cannot be bent."

"It’s an unbreakable curse then," Norima summed up. "If that’s the case I cannot do anything about it."

Zina glanced at Sybril who was shaking her head in slight disapproval. They had done a lot of research to learn that much. And in the course of their learning, Zina found out that an unbreakable curse was created with the maternal or paternal blood of the cursed one.

And Zina was betting it was her mother’s blood.

"Who said anything about breaking the curse Norima. All you have to is perform ’retroactive projection magic’. Show me the people that cursed me."

Zina didn’t think it possible, but Norima’s jaw dropped open while the woman stared at Zina like she must be crazy.

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