The Alpha's Blind Fate
Chapter 366: Each Hour, Each Pain

Chapter 366: Each Hour, Each Pain

DAEMON

Daemon had dismissed Winter, telling the woman that the next time she would appear before his sight would be the day she would die.

Even in the face of his threat, Winter had simply smiled and then said. "The Luna Queen is yet to tell me the vision of the day I will die. I’m afraid until she tells me, I can’t die just yet."

And then she had left. Daemon wanted to say the woman was missing a few screws in her head, but having lived with Zina and seen the things her ability to see visions could do, he was sure that wasn’t the case with Winter.

But that didn’t mean he entertained the thought or even the suggestion that he should kill Zina if it comes to it. He would be doing a lot of killing these days—in fact, he was already making good use of his blood rage. But Zina’s life, how it would end, would be left to him and not for someone else to decide.

Not even for her to decide.

But screaming those words in his head didn’t make his precarious situation any more easier and better. It didn’t lessen the fact that eleven hours later, Zina hadn’t been found.

It didn’t lessen the doom he felt with each passing minute. Nor did it lessen the fact that for the first time in his life, he was associating himself with words such as ’powerless, weak, incapable.’

He deserved that much name calling after all. Any man who allowed his mate to slip through his fingers deserved that much.

So Daemon moved like thunder, his council men avoiding him like the plague, the servants of the Ice Castle falling to their knees whenever they caught sight of him, his direct subordinates cowering at every turn for fear of his next actions.

Plowing through maps and whatnot, he went over every strategy he could think of while reminding himself that while he might be loosing his control, that was the most important he needed.

He couldn’t afford to let complete control slip through his fingers. Should it come to that point then the rationality that might save Zina would be gone.

But each hour with her missing was a slice of pain shattering his wolf’s resolve. Yes, his wolves were enraged, but without their mate, they were also in pain.

Daemon didn’t dare to think of what ordinary men would think. Like the fact that he and Zina were yet to do the things normal couples would do so their wolves bonded better due to the encumbrance of having two supreme wolves.

He dared not think nor regret the fact that their wolves had not run together yet, free in the wild. He dared not think of all the places he yearned to show her but never had the chance to. He dared not think of how grossly insufficient his confession of love to her must have been.

Yes, it must have been insufficient. That was the only logical reason why Zina would have thought to leave a last will mandating him to kill her.

His love confession must have been so weak that she would think he would ever be able to muster the courage to end her life.

It must have been so weak if she ever contrived that he would ever be able to hurt her in the slightest.

The madness of the night gone and a new morning before him, everyone around Daemon seemed to think that he would have bolted to the West by then, seeking out this Master of a man.

Instead, he was perusing through documents to sign, petitions to approve or disprove, memorials and official stuff in fact.

That made them even far uneasy. Especially for Yaren.

"Your majesty, what shall I do to take off your burden?" The man asked unable to take the maddening silence of that morning anymore.

Daemon paused slightly in the document he was signing, pretending to think about it. He knew that his other subordinates were hiding behind the closed door of his office having pushed Yaren to inquire on their behalf as the brother of the king he was.

Although if Daemon were to be honest, Yaren was currently looking the same as Marcus, Fionna, Kelkov, Caspian, all of them. He no longer possessed the common sense to recognize his brother.

He was in far too much pain to.

"Nothing," he answered, returning back to the documents he was signing.

"Are you sure...?" Yaren asked hesitantly.

Daemon leveled him with a cold glare. "Have you called the Grand Healer for me?"

"Yes, she would be here soon...."

"Then there’s nothing else for you to do."

Silence. But Yaren didn’t leave despite the obvious dismissal. Daemon wondered if he was still clinging childishly to him as he would do in the past, or if he was clinging to him as Beta would his Alpha and King.

It seemed to be a combination of both for Yaren suddenly said, "Do not push me away, your majesty. I am worried about the Luna Queen as well."

Sincerity, so much of it was in his words. Daemon believed him.

"I know." Daemon said dismissively, "although you should have showed it to her than being ever so harsh to her."

Yaren bowed his head, unable to proper a response to that. "Can I at least remain here with you? As you Beta?"

"If you wish."

The door opened at the same time, and the Grand Healer entered.

"You summoned me your majesty." The old woman said. Daemon remembered her from his childhood days. In fact, Grand Healer Killian was said to have been the wet nurse that was supposed to be in charge of his mother’s childbirthing.

And true to her serving the Pack the longest, she wasn’t as scared as those that had ventured into the room before her.

"I have a question to ask you Grand Healer Killian, and it would be in your best interest to answer me once and truthfully."

"Very well, your majesty."

"Why did you visit the Queen yesterday morning?"

"I didn’t visit the queen, the queen summoned me. Did she not tell you why? It was to check on her health."

Answering his question with a question and added subtle defiance... not many could do that. But the Grand Healer was skillfully evading his question with an intentional omission and not an outright lie that would rile his wolf up.

Daemon dropped the document and pen in his hand, stepping down and approaching the woman. Before Zina was taken away, he wasn’t bothered that she was hiding something. But after meeting with Winter and it had become abundantly clear that she had making moves on her own, he was naturally forced to remember ever single encounter when it felt like she had been withholding something.

And one of this encounters was when he asked her about her meeting with the Grand Healer.

"The Queen did tell me." He growled lowly, his wolf on hand ready to show itself, "But between me and her, I know when she’s lying to me... or at least when she’s intentionally omitting something.

"At first, I waved it off. She’s allowed her privacy after all. But now, I can’t wave it off anymore seeing that the Queen is missing. So I will ask you again very slowly; why did the Queen summon you?"

The woman didn’t bat an eyelid as she answered in words that Daemon never saw coming.

"The Queen summoned me to check on her pregnancy."

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