The Alpha's Blind Fate
Chapter 401: We Only Need One Alpha

Chapter 401: We Only Need One Alpha

ZINA

Zina was led away from the lighthearted conversation she was having with Seraph to a place down the dark corridors of the Cave Manor.

The thing she dreaded the most about their destination was the time she would loose lucidity and turn into the mindless thing that listened and acquiesced to every one of her captors demand.

She still couldn’t forget the feeling of when she was forced to resurrected the army of the deformed. It was like her true self was trapped in a glass in her mind, while another stranger, heartless and without any stand took her place.

It was that mindless stranger that Rowan and his Master needed. The current ’Zina’ that occupied her mind, who even then was scheming against them was not the person her captors m had gone to such lengths to kidnap.

And until the stranger part of her took over, Zina needed to act the part through and through.

The pain in her heart intensified, and she couldn’t help but think that perhaps the power of the runes that her mother had put in her body was clashing with the Nirvana Torture that supposedly broke her. She wondered if that was the reason she was still lucid after so long.

She was led to a grand dining hall of some sorts, and sitting at the head of the table was Rowan who was cutting through steak like he was some perfect gentlemen and not a stain that about to ruin the lives of many people.

Zina sat at the tail end of the table, and the soace between them could be described as them being world’s apart, but that was the point though, no?

As if on cue, food was placed before her and her stomach churned reminding her that she had just experienced the longest forty-eight hours of her life without food. As for water, she had only drunk some when she woke up. And her thirst was so bad she almost swallowed the glass jar by her bedside as well in her bid to gulp the water faster than her small throat could afford to.

She was hungry, and while she was not supposed to eat and show subservience before her captors, she reminded herself that Rowan was currently seeing a broken Zina. And a broke Zina would naturally eat the food placed before her.

So way she did. Picking up her fork, she went Dow the road of feeding pain. After all nothing said torture like dining with your enemy—literally.

Not to talk of dining with your enemy while acting like you were friends or something in the first place.

She munched on pieces of the chicken set before her, then proceeded to decimate the vegetables as well. Then she faced the rice and some sort of sauce.

She wasn’t used to the disjointed food served to her. Probably a western food culture set—either ways she knew she was probably eating it wrong.

Rowan observed her silently, his creepy eyes on her although Zina tried her bests to ignore his stares while pretending nothing had her attention like the food before her.

But that was not the case; she was listening to her surroundings in fact, observing the way the servants moved silently like wind—or was it ghosts given that wind did make some sort of sound after all.

If she was going to plan Seraph’s escape, then it might as well be perfect. There was no room for a flaw. Not when she would only have one chance to make it.

When she was done and placed her fork down to signify same, Rowan went into it immediately.

"We should get married and solidify our place and power in this world." He said curtly and mechanically like marriage was something one could buy in the market if they so pleased.

Zina supposed that might be the case for him, and she would have dissolved into laughter then and there if not for the fact that she was supposed to ’Thralgor’ and not her real self.

Resting her eyes on the man, she counted up to ten seconds in her head. "And why should we marry?" She said in the most soulless voice she could afford, "I might now support you cause but I see no need to lie in the same bed with you."

Finally, she put it out there. Studying her words allover again she hoped all she said were in line with what was ordinarily expected of her. Thralgor or not, surely they didn’t expect some mindless fool.

Not even the Red Sisters were mindless. True, they owed their allegiance to the organization, but in performing their mission a certain kind of freedom was allowed for.

Rowan chuckled. "Our marriage is not for us to lie in bed but to further our cause. We are now faced with one major enemy Thralgor, Daemon NorthSteed."

Zina tried hard to not let a single emotion creep upon her face when he said his name. In a panic, she tried to remember how the stranger part of her felt when she resurrected the deformed.

She possessed a certain heartlessness of course, one that chilled Zina was now trapped like a fragment in a mind that was once hers. But the stranger part of her never lost her memory—she knew of her husband, the child she lost. Except there was no fond feeling at all.

It was like she was going through some motions, expecting everything to be just like that. In her world, it was perfectly okay for her to be without a husband and without a pack.

Yes she might have lost them, but she did not care nor felt any tie to them.

She was disjointed—like a newborn without any sense of emotion floating in the air.

Thinking carefully on those facts, Zina said, "I thought we were done with him?"

As she expected, Rowan had no visceral reaction towards her words. Of course, he expected that she never lost her memory. The point of breaking was not to forget but to be disconnected.

They believed they have disconnected her from the live and affection she once had. And as far as they were concerned, the woman that stood before them was the abandoned one.

"Your husband has declared a war on us. He’s pressing forward. The spies I have in the North have reported to not have seen traces of him in the past few hours. I fear for what he is doing, and where he might be."

Zina tilted her head up, a frown furrowing her brows. "First and foremost, he is not my husband." She said with a voice full of lethality and devoid of devotion, "secondly, what he is doing and where he might is no concern of mine. I’m sure the Deformed will be able to take care of him alright."

Rowan grinned. Like he had expected her to say less but she had ended up saying more.

What if she was overdoing it? Zina needed to tone down her act if that was the case.

"You’re right," he drawled, "the Deformed will rule the world. But your husband has two supreme wolves; it’s a rarity and I must approach carefully."

"That is no business of mine. If he is a threat then you should take care of him yourself if there’s nothing I can do for you otherwise." Zina snapped without emotion, looking at him blankly.

Rowan didn’t react though, instead his eyes studied hers. "You’re right, but our marriage will be of great help. He’s declared you dead and wages a war under that purpose. Should the world hear that the Red Wolf is marrying the great seer, I suppose that would dent the facade of your death."

Zina had expected as much, but she pretended like she was understanding that for the first time.

"Fine," she said dismissively, "let’s get married then."

"Are you sure that’s okay with you?" He asked with a malicious grin, "before this, he was someone you loved more than anything."

Zina blinked like she was confused. Still treading very carefully she said, "Why would I have loved a man who declared me dead to further his ambition?"

Rowan grinned. "Puzzles me as well," he said, obviously satisfied with Zina’s response. "Do not worry; with Master on our side, we will rule the world."

"Rule the world?" Zina said blankly, "how that will be still baffles me? I’ve done a great for you, and yet I still do not know your mission."

Again, was she pressing too hard? The look of glee on Rowan’s face said otherwise as he stood on his feet, approaching her.

"Don’t you think divining Vraga into regions and packs is the most useless thing?" He said, leaning over her by her side of the table.

It took everything in her not to recoil back as they shared the same breathing space. His eyes, a reddish brown was before her in great detail while she mulled over the dark ambition laced in his words.

"So you want to eliminate the pack system and region division system?"

Were those people mad? Surely they didn’t mean they went to such dark lengths to destroy the very thing that was the bloodline of werewolves—hierarchy.

The malicious smile he gave her was all the answer she needed.

"We only need one Alpha to rule the world; don’t you think so, Thralgor?"