The Alpha's Blind Fate
Chapter 406: What Makes A Marriage Ceremony?

Chapter 406: What Makes A Marriage Ceremony?

ZINA

That morning, Rowan came to get her, and Zina hardly mistook the gesture for a romantic one even before he said,"This morning you will be the meeting the Seven Elder Witch Seers."

Zina beamed internally at that. She too was curious to meet the enigmatic women that declared her pack traitors to the West and had them executed.

Truly, she was quite eager to meet the women who upended her life in more ways than one.

"Might I ask what is considered a marriage ceremony to the Westerners?" Zina asked Rowan who seemed ill at ease—impatient even from the manner which he paced around her room.

If she were any ordinary bride, then she would have felt slighted by his behaviour but alas, she was no ordinary bride.

"The Seven Elders serving as witnesses to our wedding is enough to consider it a proper marriage ceremony."

"They must be so powerful; these seven women I mean."

Roman turned a frown at her, feeling insulted on the behalf of the women who weren’t present even there."I shall have you know that the Seven Witch Elder Seers are not women you can easily talk of."

Zina smiled audaciously. It was not like Rowan would strip her all over again and begin to whip her like he once did.

"Aren’t you afraid that your future wife will feel slighted that you’re taking the side of three stranger women over her side?" She asked with a pout although her eyes remained blank.

The mirror before her reflected that she looked like an ill made doll, while Rowan’s eyes roamed over her as if to check if she was in her right senses. The man probably thought whatever they did to her body in an attempt to break her might have toyed with an important part of her brain.

"I shall assume you’re joking." He said curtly, "We will be leaving in two minutes. If there’s anymore finishing touches that need to be done, now will be the right time."

But Zina wasn’t quite done toying with him. Not when she was having so much fun, knowing fully well that this would be the last time they would be together like that—all fake smiles and fake easygoing conversations.

The next time, they might be baring their teeths at each other in full blown enmity.

"Don’t tell me you don’t want us to consummate our marriage," she said eyes intentionally trailing down the space between his legs covered by his way too tight pants. "In the North, it’s that act that seals a marriage. Unless... don’t tell me you’re incapable of. Forgive my assumption but you seem to be heavily averse to the thought of us having sex."

Lightning fast, he was standing before her. He gripped her by the collar of her black turtle neck gown. "You’re in the West, not the North," he gritted, "and stop testing me or you won’t like what will be coming for you next."

Zina grinned maniacally in response, hardly unfazed by the sudden show of violence from him. She had already gotten used to the idea that the man was one thrived on violence. Something many may call abuse even.

He was quite incapable of holding a conversation without resorting to getting physical.

"Really?" She said acting befuddled, "I guess something is wrong with your manhood then."

She sighed pretentiously, "which is just fine I guess because I certainly do not want to be found in the same bed with you."

She left unspoken the fact that if ever they would be found in that condition by a rather shrew twist of fate, blood will flow either from her or him and not the good kind.

Standing to her full height, she pried his fingers from her collar while narrowing her eyes at him. He still glowered at her, obviously annoyed to pieces with her antics.

It would seem she had struck a cord or two while baiting him, but to be sincere she wasn’t interested enough to find out whether indeed the man was castrated like the half-man he served.

Making a show of leaving the room, she paused dramatically at the door.

"Your Master interrupted us yesterday and I’m just realising that we never got around to you telling me about your ambitions." She drawled with an air of self imposed mystery.

"My master?" Rowan sneered, "you seem to be forgetting your place but he’s not just my master, he is our master. And soon, he will be the only Alpha the world will recognise."

It took her so much to maintain a blank face at his words when all she wanted to do in reality was to dissolve into laughter at his ridiculousness.

He frowned at her as if noticing for the first time that something was amiss. "You seem quite strange to me." He said although the words were spoken aloud more for himself. Like he was trying to check really well if it was possible for Zina to act out the way she did when servitude was expected for her.

It was more confusing afterall for she had aided the release of the Deformed.

But she had her mother to thank for that. Even though the woman kept something from her, Zina knew that she hadn’t been lying when she said she put some power of the Pack’s Runes within her.

And because of that, the night that gave way to the morning saw Zina in so much pain as her heart burned even more. It wasn’t until the pain disappeared all of a sudden did she realize that both Rose’s taming technique and the rune in her conflicted with each other.

Zina supposed that was the same thing that Melwyn said she saw inside of her before the woman audaciously had her kidnapped. Melwyn must not have figured out what it was since it seemed her captors knew nothing of such a thing.

She was thankful for that bit in fact. There was so many cracks in her captors attempt to tame her and wield her as some sort of weapon. But the biggest crack yet would be the fact that the power of the runes in her won over the cold blooded stranger that resurrected the deformed.

And now, Zina was quite curious to see how fate would unfold in the view of that big flaw. Throughout that night filled with violent pain, swiftly changing visions and anticipation for that morning, she wasn’t quite sure what would be her new reality.

She was at least sure of one thing—which was the fact that she would never let the villains have their way anymore.

"Melwyn is missing. It was just reported to me this morning," He said, his words causing her for freeze mid exit.

She slowly turned to him. "And how is that any concern of mine?" She asked while mustering the most bored expression she could afford.

Rowan studied her like he was searching for something that Zina was not prepared to give him by any means.

"Of course not. I just find it strange."

"Well you better find her," Zina snapped impatiently, "I’m yet to get back on her on how she dragged me so impudently to this place."

He offered her no response at that.

"And while you’re at that, change my maid. I do not understand why you kept my old servant with me, but I’m about fed up with her rambling about some nonsensical past that I’ve no interest in remembering."

"I shall have the butler get to it," He simply answered, then stretched out his hand for Zina to take, seemingly pleased with the attitude she showed towards Seraph who represented the very fragments of the past that they wanted her to abandon.

She believed they must have left Seraph to her just to see how she would react. And since she had been tamed by them, they must have thought it was of no more use.

Zina stared at the outstretched arm the looked like a swarm of bugs waiting to latch on her. Gritting her teeth internally, she put her arm in his while he led them to their wedding venue.

"Say since you’re annoyed by your maidservant, shall I have her killed?" He said out of the blue during their torturous journey.

Zina didn’t bother turning to him, her eyes staring hard straight ahead. "Do you enjoy killing so much, Red Wolf?"

She could hear the grin in his voice. "I just want to take care of my lady’s annoyance." He said, testing her again.

"Do what you must," Zina answered without hesitation, "however know it that I hate the sight of blood anywhere close to my things." She said just a as a door opened to them.

She felt him smile broadly, although she remained unbothered. By the time they were done with the wedding, Seraph would be long gone hidden in the cart that was supposed to transport waste out of the cave manor.

Rowan will only have air to kill by then.

The room that opened to them was ominously dark, and standing at what Zina supposed was an altar were the seven ancient women, her mother, the Deformed whom they said was her father, and Master.

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