The Alpha's Blind Fate
Chapter 356: Your New Home (I)

Chapter 356: Your New Home (I)

ZINA

By the time they were spat out of the portal, Melwyn was spitting blood so much that Zina was almsot confident that she was would drop dead then and there.

It was obvious that the woman had quite foolish pushed and used all of her strength to the point that she was spent, but she didn’t seem to mind the pain.

If anything she grinned through the blood that colored her teeth.

"Do not worry, I shall not die yet. Not until I deliver you to Master and find out how and why exactly my sister died."

Sprawled on the dirty ground, even more helpless than Melwyn who seemed weak to her bones, Zina whispered the only way she could speak.

"Do you still not get it or are you intentionally trying to be foolish? Your Master sent your sister to her death. The reason why she lives no more is because of him!"

She was far from shouting, but at least in her head she could pretend that she was. By telling her about Freya, Melwyn had unwittingly handed her a weapon of manipulation. Zina didn’t know how long it would last, but she was hoping that at the very least, she could poison Melwyn’s mind before they reached their destination.

It was so obvious she cared about Freya Fergus, and that was what inspired Zina to fire on. But she couldn’t help but admit that she knew nothing. Melwyn kept calling Freya her sister, but if that were true, then Daemon would have known that fact too, right?

"Do not think for a second that I do not know what you’re doing, Zina." Melwyn said, cackling like a mad woman while blood dripped like saliva from her lips, "at first spewing those boring visions to scare me. And now you’re employing a new tactic to pull me into your web, right?"

"Then who do you think killed your sister if not your Master who sent her on a cursed mission in the first place?!" Zina whisper shouted, her small voice enraging her.

"Who else if not your husband dearest." Melwyn sneered.

Zina scoffed. She and Daemon had even fought over Freya, and while it was true that Daemon had no feelings for the woman, he had never wanted to kill her in the least. Instead, he had even saved her.

"You know that Daemon would never concern himself with Freya’s life. Not because he can’t take it but because he is far too haughty to bother to do so."

As she expected, Freya backhanded her until her face landed freely against the hard sand in whatever place they were in. "And I can see that being with him has made you far haughty as well."

Zina laughed. "You might not know, but back in the days when it was just Eldric I was also like this. Did your sister—no, did Freya Fergus deserve to die, certainly. She tried to take my life and even conspired to harm me, so she deserved more than her death? Do I fee sorry for her? Absolutely not!"

Finally, her voice was free and she was screaming at that point. The thunderous expression on Melwyn’s face said that the woman was far from happy that the spell had worn of.

""You’ve one hell of a tongue right? Not knowing when to shut up and when to talk."

"A seer is not meant to shut up when you like or talk when it pleases you. The moment I saw that cursed staff penetrating Freya’s heart, I knew that it was just karma playing its role."

Zina was pushing way too hard, and without fear, she waited for the next slap, but it never came.

"You will die but not in my hands, Zina." The woman gritted instead, looking to be containing herself with all her strength. Zina wanted to scream, smash at something while she was at it.

Wait, scream. Now that her voice was back, could she perhaps conjure the power of her scream?

Without thinking about it much, she did just that. She began to scream.

Like a mad, totally, unhinged woman, she screamed until her voice turned hoarse, uncaring for Melwyn who kept asking her to shut up.

She screamed until she could hear the echoes her soul. She screamed until something hit her on the back and she fainted.

——

When Zina woke up again, she was lying on a soft bed, sweet fragrances enveloping her like a soft blanket. She was confused at first for her body was so rested that she felt like she was home.

Could it have all been a dream? Had the whole affair with Melwyn, the portalling and watching her blissful married life crumble before her eyes been a terrible vision forecasting a terrifying past.

Next thing, Seraph appeared before her, worry lines on her face as she dabbed a towel allover her face.

"I’ve been worried about you, Theta. Sorry, your majesty I mean."

Zina stared at the girl in shock. Had it all been a dream? Was Seraph still back at the Castle? Wait, was she back at the Castle herself?

Without think anymore, she stood from the bed and engulfed the girl’s tiny frame into a hug while she began to weep. "Seraph? Is this really you? Are you well?"

"Theta," the girl began to cry in turn, obviously unable to kill that address habit.

Zina hugged her harder. She would never allow Seraph out of her sight or send her to an errand again. Whether this was a dream or not, she knew she could not afford to go through the grieve of losing her who was the only friend she had.

"Finally, her majesty is awake." A strange voice said, startling Zina and breaking their hug.

Zina leapt from the bed, grabbed a scissors by the bed stand and faced the direction of the voice.

Standing by the door to the room she was in which she realized was unfamiliar was a read haired man with certainly familiar eyes.

The Red Wolf.

Of course this was not a dream, nor a vision. It was reality, and more often than not, that was the clearest vision one ever needed.

"Except this is not a Castle anymore, your majesty. But this is certainly your new home."