The Alpha's Blind Fate
Chapter 402: Who Will Be The One Alpha?

Chapter 402: Who Will Be The One Alpha?

ZINA

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

Zina wondered what Rowan expected of her reaction as he spoke those heinous words. Her cheer? Her encouragement? Her agreement? It was hard to discern what went through the mind of the mind of an incorrigible man such as him. But Zina smiled nonetheless at the question.

"And who will be this one Alpha?" She asked because she was truly curious and not just because she was acting interested on behalf of the stranger part of her.

She wonders between Rowan and his Master who was the true boss. One was a half man rolling on the floor with no legs but obviously possessed the support of the seven witch elders which Zina supposed was a big thing.

The other man was a supreme wolf who happened to be the loyal servant of the half man. It’s as not everyday that one encountered such an interesting dynamic, but Zina was determined to test their relationship as much as she could afford to test it.

Maybe her breaking point was hidden in whatever dynamic they worked on.

Rowan smiled. Slowly at first like the question tickled him, and then his smile morphed into a huge grin. "The Master of course."

"Is that so?" Zina asked, her expression the picture perfect blandness mixed with an uncaring attitude. When he said nothing at that, she pressed forward nonetheless, throwing caution in the wind.

"I heard the Red Wolf is a stubborn creature. It bows to no one. Perhaps I read my history wrong." She concluded, dismissing him like a fly while putting on the act that she was uninterested in the history of his wolf.

As she expected, her attitude irritated him. He clutched her by the collar, slamming her forward until their faces were almsot touching.

Yet again, Zina could clearly see the power that prowled behind his reddish brown eyes. Like the shadow of a wolf.

She couldn’t certainly feel his strength. He was afterall a supreme wolf of decades of experience. He might look almost as young as Daemon, but Zina had already seen enough of the people in the cave manor to understand that something about the cave slowed down aging process.

Her mother was supposed to look in her forties and yet, she still looked like a woman in her twenties which was the exact age she was at the time she was kidnapped from the Screamers Pack.

Rowan must be forty or so as well. And yet, he dared entertain the thought of marrying her. His excuse was as laughable as the true reason which he refused to admit.

The man wanted to use marriage to her as a card to topple off the Master whom he had served for years. His greed and rebellion was naturally bared for Zina to see even as the pain in her heart intensified to maddening points.

"You read your history wrong?" He said, voice heavily accented at the peak of his anger, "what do you mean by that?"

Zina smiled decadently, looking up at him with light blue eyes that had become so light in the last day, it could almost be mistaken as pale silver like moonlight.

"You know exactly what I mean, Red Wolf."

This time, he slammed body against the chair. This man was not averse to violence, and he certainly didn’t agree with the noble words of ’women and children must be protected at all cost’ if his continued violence against Zina was anything to go by.

"I asked, what do you mean by that?" He gritted, probably thinking that Zina would cower away. But the last time she checked, the stranger they had unleashed in her was no snivelling dog that would run away at the cruel whip of words against it.

Not even if her spine and back burned from the impact of how harshly he shoved her against the seat.

Still smiling, she maintained eye contact with him and then said. "Since you want me to put it to words then hear it; this is the first time I am ever hearing about a Supreme Wolf bowing before another. But then again, since your master is my master as well, I guess it is understandable."

Rowan scoffed. "Are you trying to sow discord?"

Shit... did she slip in her act? Whatever, she will keep pushing forward regardless. There was no time to pull back. Who knows, maybe the stranger was gone. Maybe all that was left was the real her although that was far too late. The damage had been done and the Deformed had been released.

"Anyways, I look forward to marriage with you. When shall it be?"

"In the morning," he answered brusquely, releasing her harshly.

"Surely there’s no need for us to make a grand ceremony out of it?"

"It is the Master’s orders. It must be grand enough that Daemon NorthSteed feels the heat of it at whatever part of the world he is at."

Hmmm... grand enough that Seraph could slip away.

"You still haven’t answered be though. Who will be this one Alpha that will rule the world?"

Rowan who was about to step away from her stopped in his steps, slowly turning towards her.

"There can be only one Alpha, Thralgor. And that is our Master."

Zina frowned, "Is that so?" She said with a dramatic pout, "in that case, should I not marry our Master instead? Being with someone as powerless as you makes me feel vulnerable should I say so myself."

Lightning fast, his fists came for her, but they never reached her as they were interrupted by the opening of the door to the grand dining hall.

Rose entered the room, accompanying the crawling man who was the center of their conversation. The Master was laughing maniacally like he had been eavesdropping on their conversation.

"While taming her soul, you forgot to tame her tongue as well, Rowan. And now you take it out on her body."

Rowan bowed immediately while Zina remained seated defiantly. For the life of her, she couldn’t udneraymd how a half man had so much power over a Supreme Wolf. Simply having the seven witch elders by his side was not reason enough, and until Zina found out the reason, she couldn’t recklessly make a move.

That was war tactic 101; know thy enemy.

And as far as that saying went, Zina technically knew nothing of the Master.

"I apologise for her insolence," Rowan said while glaring at her, "she’s yet to be taught etiquette."

"It’s fine." The Master said while Rose helped him up on one of the seats. Zina tried hard not to attempt to stare at him. Trying to understand the mechanics of how the man managed to live even in his old and incapacitated state was a thing of wonder.

She had nothing against disabled people honestly. She was after all once disabled herself. But something about the Master’s make didn’t seem like an ordinary disability. He kind of reminded her of an ancient sacrifice she read of in a book in Daemon’s study.

Well, not read, but flipped through.

It was an illustration book so it was easy, and the images depicted a tradition of ancient pack where they severed the legs of a werewolf sacrifice. The legs were cut up to the thigh, so it was sure to be a bloody and very painful affair. Then then teeth was uprooted from the sacrifice’s mouth.

Needless to say, such victim of the ancient tradition never survived the ordeal. They bled away to the pint of death. Yet this man, seemingly older than centuries, was very much alive.

"Unfortunately, I cannot marry you given my state." He said, bottomless eyes resting on Zina who was confused at first.

And when it came to her....

What the...?

Sweet goddess, the people there deserved death by a thousand cuts. She had merely said that to goad Rowan who was obviously too old himself to consider marrying her. Not to talk of the Master himself—it screamed wrongness in different shades of blinding red.

Not like she expecting the men before her to grow some foreign sense of preservation. Their evil was without boundary.

"Is that so?" She simply said while she imagined herself puking in a dessert whereas in the real life, she managed to comport herself while still maintaining the sordid act.

"The wedding will happen in the morning, few hours from now," the man drawled in that same manner that felt like air was whistling through the spaces between his teeth.

Zina pretended to listen avidly to every word of his. When he was done she said, "I get that this marriage is an arrangement of some sorts to further out cause; but don’t you think it’s about time that you explained this so called cause to me?"

The man cackled, the sound like whiplash against the night air. "I almost forgot. Of course, you should know about our cause now that you’re a part of us. But this story I shall now tell you is one that started with the woman whom was later known as the Luna Queen NorthSteed." He said, eyes glinting with pure evil at the mention of Daemon’s mother.