The Alpha's Blind Fate
Chapter 367: The Most Important Thing

Chapter 367: The Most Important Thing

DAEMON

"What?"

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"I said what do you mean by that?"

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"ANSWER ME!"

The Grand Healer fell on her knees just as Daemon easily upended the table before him. The scrolls, the petitions, the memorials, the maps, they all fell freely to the floor leaving behind an emptiness that echoed within Daemon as well.

His wolf found not a hint of deception in the Grand Healer’s words, and yet he found it so hard to accept that as a truth.

There was no way....

There could be no way....

Mathematically, he failed himself. The calculations he made aligned. It was possible in fact for Zina to be pregnant. Logically, that made sense.

But why then? Why did it have to be now?

"Your majesty," the grand healer muttered in a slightly shaky voice, head to the floor, "I said that the Luna Queen summoned me to check on her pregnancy."

Daemon staggered. He wasn’t as immortal as the thought himself after all. Even in the crisis of Zina wounding you kidnapped, he loved to beleive that he had been put together nonetheless.

Yes, a few head might have rolled, but he was calm compared to the storm that rioted within him. He had managed to tether himself to some semblance of control.

But now, that control vanished into think air while invisible voices laughed at and taunted him.

It wasn’t that he cared so much for his unborn child, it was that he was even more fearful of Zina’s life.

Strategically, he had concluded before that while Zina might have been kidnapped, her life wouldn’t be endangered in the time being since her captors needed her. Daemon convinced himself that Zina would hold out until he could rescue her.

His conviction came from the fact that he knew the woman he married was stronger than she ever gave herself credit for. Zina was a fighter.

She had fought him, fought Eldric, fought assassination attempts, fought a world that was against her from birth... and she had survived.

Now that a pregnancy was in the equation, Daemon didn’t know how much fight Zina would have left in her. It was one thing to fight for her life alone, but to fight for two lives? Daemon didn’t dare to hope of such from her.

As if conjoured in a bad dream, an image of his mother reared up before him. Her pregnant self in a castle that didn’t love her and destroyed by a monster even before she could push out her child.

They said pregnant women are only one step away from the doors of hell. Now, Daemon could vividly imagine Zina in hell. And it was that cursed, damned imagination that had him moving.

To where... he did not know.

He tore at his cloth and shifted mid air into his Arctic Wolf, barrelling away from the castle and leaving everything mind.

He ran for miles, ran until his limbs ached and his wolf was out of breath. But even that wasn’t enough for him to clear his head as he wanted it. When he had exhausted the Arctic Wolf beyond reason, he shifted into his DireWolf.

The most reckless of his feral side if he must say so himself.

The Arctic Wolf was graceful and lethal, but his DireWolf? Ungraceful and uninhibited. So without regards for Daemon’s already weak body, it tore through the forest like a wild thing, zapping through ice and white sheets that passed like a blur.

It ran as far as the borders of the City before Daemon regained his control over it. He stared at the Border guards who all fell on their knees at the sight of the black wolf which they still recognized to be him.

It was just something about the pack link that made them all understand each other.

Daemon made to prowl towards them, but he changed his mind for fear of what he would do in his current condition.

So he zapped back through the forest of ice, running at top speed towards the center of the capital at the palace. He shifted at the courtyard, shrugging on a velvet coat that Marcus who had been waiting there held out for him.

"How long was I gone for?" Daemon asked as they walked towards his chambers.

"Forty-five minutes." Marcus answered, his voice gilding a certain glee over the terrifying speed he imagined he must have been going at.

Daemon imagined that everyone in the city who saw him were probably talking about the same.

"The secret mission you’ve give I and Delta Fionna, should we get on with it?" He asked when Daemon said nothing.

"Hold for now," Daemon answered without thinking much about it, "you will only depart when Norima Talga has been brought before me with that damned staff."

"She will be here anytime soon, Kelkov is already on his way."

"Good." Daemon said curtly, an attempt to dismiss Marcus from his side. But the man didn’t budge.

"I heard what the Grand Healer... we all heard in fact." He bagan slowly although lacking the caution that Yaren would have otherwise shown.

His two Betas were like that; one silent and cautious, the other without caution and brash.

"What do you want to say Marcus? In case you cannot read the room I am not in the mood for small talk."

"I see your temper has improved after your run. I heard the way you spoke to Yaren and I was quite scared for what would be of me."

Daemon simply glared at the man. By his room entrance, one of his servants handed him a towel which he used to wipe the sweat from his face before entering his chambers.

Marcus followed.

"You know the Luna Queen is not any ordinary woman."

"Believe me, everyday I’m in wonder of how extraordinary she is. Especially today," Daemon snapped, his voice coming out snarkier than he would have liked.

Was he angry that Zina kept the pregnancy from him? Honestly, no he wasn’t. Even though he wanted to be stubborn and pretend not to see why, he was aware she had her reasons.

He was not angry with her.

He was angry with himself... for failing her.

"What I mean to say is that your wife is doing her own part. We will do ours."

"Of course we will," Daemon answered simply, watching the servants go in and out as they filled his bathtub. He was yet to touch his bed since Zina became missing, and he feared he wouldn’t be touching it anytime in the foreseeable future.

His insomnia was back in full force.

"And your unborn child...." Marcus trailed.

"Marcus, do you really think I care right now about some child I might never see?" Daemon cut at the man harshly. He didn’t need some pity party or anything of the sorts. He was well aware of his current condition.

"No you don’t." Marcus answered grimly observing the steel in Daemon’s eyes.

"When this affair is over, and believe me it will soon be over. For every hair that was hurt on her head, for every pain that was caused to her, for every thing that might have been forcefully taken away from her, for everything she might loose in this affair...." Daemon trailed his voice cracking at the end, "I shall repay it back in full times a million Marcus. Bringing Zina back is the only thing that we can think of. The rest will come after and everyone would naturally answer for their sins."

Marcus stood upright, understanding just as Daemon did that theirs was a dog eat dog world. Daemon’s had already made his first move, but that might not save Zina from the pain of their world that would descend on her neck like an executioner’s axe.

A pain that Daemon would avenge for sure... but for now, all he could pray for was her life.

"Understood." said Marcus in a grim voice.