The Alpha's Blind Fate
Chapter 341: Rewarding His Goodness

Chapter 341: Rewarding His Goodness

ZINA

It took everything in Zina to maintain her composure in the face of Jacen Vampage’s most surprising confession.

Yes, she had perhaps expected him to look miserable as it was said he had looked during the wedding banquet ball, but she hadn’t envisioned a full blown confession...an embarrassing one at that.

He had missed her? And on top of that he had the guts to even call her his mate.

"For your sake, I hope you never utter those words out again." Zina said with eyes that brewed of venom, wondering what she was doing there in the first place.

It was satisfying enough to see the man was miserable. But she had no intention of hearing of his unsavoury feelings for her that only arose from feelings of regret and jealousy.

Zina had seen men like him before. Those days during the Taga Meetkngs when rejected female mates would come to meet her and tell her about how their former mates who rejected them now wanted them back.

The storylines were usually the same, just as Zina’s response was always the same.

She would tell them never to take the man back. If he could reject a fated mate at his whim, then there was no promising that he wouldn’t do the same whenever what brought him back finally faded.

In most cases it was the fact that a family member suddenly left the woman with a large fortune, and in other cases, it was that a high enough man—or even men—had set their eyes on the rejected woman. That was often more than enough to spur regret and jealousy in the man who had made the rejection, so Zina had been forced to learn well enough that such fleeting emotion should never be spared a thought.

Naturally, her counselling followed the same line of thought.

Her days playing marriage/relationship counsellor hadn’t been that fun to say but the least, but she was glad that she had gotten something right back then.

Jacen’s eyes seemed to glitter with a challenge that Zina only found comical. Did the man think he stood a flicker of chance before her, even as a married woman? If he did house such crazy thoughts, then where did his confidence stem from? His looks? His standing? His vast fortune?

As far Zina could tell he had none.

He was about to open his mouth and spew something that would probably give her an eternal headache when Zina froze him with her words.

"Thank you, Jacob Vampage, for rejecting me all those years ago." She said, although she hardly sounded grateful. More like haughty.

From behind, she could hear Caspian struggling to contain his laughter while the man before her stared at her confused. What? Had no woman done the exact same thing that she was currently doing.

Zina smiled. "Of all favours that has been done to me in my small life, your rejection has to be the biggest of them all. So please tell me what reward you would like for helping me avoid making the biggest mistake a woman could ever make."

Indeed, ending up with the wrong man was the biggest and most fatal mistake a woman can make. Zina had seen enough of it play out in her limited life time. From the smallest family shattering, to the biggest family like that of Eldric and Bella self destructing.

That was a hard core fact that stood undisputable.

Jacen clenched his fists, her words spurring him into premature anger. He had probably not expected her gratitude, which only made her curious of what he had expected in the first place.

"I seek no reward," he gritted with finality, about to leave with the last shred of shame that he still possessed.

As if Zina would leave their conversation at that.

"Nonsense," Zina exclaimed like he was being ridiculous, "you must rewarded for your great efforts six years ago." She declared to the hearing of many that tried hard not to laugh in the face of the Vampage’s Heir embarrassment.

Caspian had not such reservation... the man actually had the guts to laugh out loud.

Jacen, face red, shook from an anger he couldn’t even possibly express. Malik Zorch would dismember him should he try any nonsense in the first place and he knew well of that fact.

"I said it’s not necessary...." He repeated again in a voice that shook.

"And I said that is nonsense...." Zina declared more firmly, "what shall I reward you with?" She mused out loud, pretending to be thinking of it.

Finally she said to Ablanch. "Deliver one of the Temple’s Pass to Heir Vampage later. On any day he should want to journey to the North and have me advise him on any matter, he will be able to do so with it... after waiting in the queue like everyone of course."

That was what drove his embarrassment to the peak, the mere declaration of Zina offering him a pass that almost every citizen of the Arctic North could easily acquire. It was both a pitable reward and an embarrassing one at.

Ablanch bowed, "I shall have it done your majesty."

"Why are you not saying your thanks, heir Vampage?" Caspian drawled, poking at his half-brother who was practically tomato red at that point. "You’ve just been rewarded by her majesty and your attitude is not nice in the least."

Zina didn’t wait for his thanks though. Satisfied enough with her pettiness, she left the man vibrating from his shame and headed for Daemon’s office instead.

There, she met Marcus DireWolf and Fionna locked in a fierce argument before Daemon’s infamous square table that had the map of Vraga engraved on it. Daemon himself seemed to be dumb to their argument for he wordlessly kept on flipping through a boom of some sort.

"You’re not even a trained scout, what do you know of advanced scent tracking?" Fionna scoffed loudly, "I would say we start investigating Seraph’s scent from the borders."

"And what would a trained torturer know about advanced scent tracking yourself?" Marcus drawled in the same broody manner he always did. Except this time, his eyes glittered like he wished to win that round badly. "I say we start tracking her scent from the city itself. The borders are too far off, her captor might not have made it there yet."

Fionna scoffed out loud like she was hearing the most ridiculous thing in the world. "How could you not know of counter tracking? Surely, it’s common sense to assume this captor must have come through the borders and then track by retracing his steps."

"It is not that I don’t know of it, Delta NorthSteed." Marcus said lethally, almost in Fionna’s face. "It is that I know that it would be far too time consuming. By the time we are done, they might have already made it out of the city through some devious means."

"You’re merely speculating, Beta DireWolf." Fionna gritted, standing on her toes to match Marcus’ insane height. "I understand that you spent the better part of your days fighting a war, but I on the other hand know the field better than you do."

"And here she goes overestimating herself over again. I understand you’re new to your post, but if you’re unwilling to learn from people that know better than you, then I am afraid you make a gross error."

Zina cleared her throat multiple times at the uncomfortable... almost personal exchange but she might have been invisible to the duo. Ten more of Daemon’s closest subordinates both from the DireWolf and NorthSteed Pack surrounded a far bigger table, watching the exchange uncomfortably.

Finally, Daemon’s dark eyes left the book he was studying and drank her in.

Zina swallowed. He looked as though he had worked out through the night. Against the velvet shirt he was wearing, his muscles protruded deliciously and his Adam’s apple worked up and down while he took her in.

It was he that broke the chatter. "We won’t be doing any form of advanced scent tracking in the first place." He announced, successfully decimating the duo’s argument with just one punch.

Then he dropped the book. "We shall be taking a break. We have been on this all night after all and we are in need to have our minds refreshed." He spoke, eying particularly the man and woman that stood before him.