The Alpha's Blind Fate
Chapter 43: You Bringer Of Doom

Chapter 43: You Bringer Of Doom

MOON

Zina didn’t manage to get a shut eye that night. Engulfed in a familiar darkness, her thoughts wandered until Dah started singing the sign that signified it was the early hours of morning between three am to four am.

She managed to drift into a brief, turbulent sleep when it was interrupted by an equally turbulent nightmare. In her dreams, it felt like a hand reached out to her subconscious, attempting to drown her in an ice cold doused water.

She struggled and struggled, thrashing and thrashing... but to no avail.

In Zina’s dreams, only her senses worked. Same rang true in her visions except for two exceptions; the first time she saw Daemon, and the past vision of Seraph being hit by her former master.

A figure stood before her, and while she couldn’t see who it was, she heard the voice of the woman that had never left her for six good years. Salin, the middle-aged seer that died during the mondem ritual.

Her words to her that day echoed over again. "I tell you now, you bringer of doom! I see your treachery for what it is and I shall visit it with the vengeance of a thousand knives burning against your skin!"

Try as Zina may, she couldn’t seem to disentangle herself from the nightmare. It held her down with a sharp claw, unwilling to give her writhing space.

Finally, her turbulent dreams were interrupted by the harsh bang of a door in her physical world, and the brute sound of footsteps approaching her. Before Zina could collect herself, her body was harshly thrown against the wall, and a putrid breath was breathing down on her before she could muster to gasp.

Eldric, who had barged into her room in a less than comely manner, was the spitting image of rage. His whole body was trembling, barely containing his wolf. And his eyes gleamed a dark red that spelt doom.

"I see that you sleep well," he gritted, spittle flying out of his mouth to different directions, "you sleep so well when everyone on the streets of the capital no less than declares me a stealer of the throne!" He roared the last words, and Zina was sure it was enough to awaken anyone that slept close to her quarters.

Struggling, she kept on trying to pry off Eldric’s hands that bunched her clothes to her neck so tightly she was afraid she would suffocate. But she might as well have been trying to move a mountain.

"Your majesty," she managed to splutter, all her blood rushing to her face and painting it pink. "You must let me go!"

"Must I!" He growled fiercely, slamming her body against the wall and Zina heard something crack. Was it her bone? Or was it the wall? She was in too much pain to realise what it could be.

"I am your Alpha and your king! I am their Alpha and their king! How dare they purport to declare a traitor the reincarnation of the Great Beast Wolf! I possess the Arctic Wolf so if anyone should be declared the reincarnation of the god, it should be I right?!"

Zina simply struggled, unable to form any words. Everyday at the palace, it had always seemed as though she was walking at the edge of a precipice. It had always been a struggle against death, but in that moment, she felt closer to dying than ever.

She expected his rage alright. What she didn’t expect was why that rage was channelled to her. No matter what, he couldn’t have realised Zina instigated the dangerous gossip that was now spreading through the capital.

As if fearing that the Theta would collapse and die then and there, Eldric released Zina harshly and her frail body hit the marble tiles of the floor causing yet another searing pain to zap through her body.

Eldric leaned down on the floor, impassively observing the woman that was trying to hold her head straight despite the dire straits she was in. Her blind milky white eyes were on him, as if daring him to go ahead and mete out the violence he was holding back.

Eldric groaned from frustration, wanting more than anything to snap her neck. But he couldn’t, for as absurd as it sounded, Theta Zina WolfKnight was a shield he used to protect himself from the wrath that would descend on his incompetence.

Although that didn’t mean she was entirely a shield he was unable to dispose of.

"You will have to redeem your incompetence in my sight." He spat out, his rage reverberating through the room.

After a violent fit of coughing, Zina mustered a strength she had stewed in a corner for six years as she spoke to Eldric. "My incompetence?" Her dry voice spelt sarcasm, "what of your incompetence your majesty!" She sneered with a shout.

Eldric staggered back, her outrage certainly new to him. In all the ways he had descended his rage on her, never for one day had she been so bold to retort back.

He was about to say how dare you when Zina interrupted him again. "If you fear market rumours, then perhaps you really need to check your claim again."

Before he could process it himself, his hand descended on the Theta, delivering a slap that whipped her head to the side from the impact.

"How.Dare.You!"

Zina whipped her head back to him, blood on her lips. Her lip curled into a smile, all the while she chanted reaffirming words in her head.

Eldric brought this to himself.

If he hadn’t sent her to what would be her death, then she wouldn’t be so pressed for time as she currently was.

"Your majesty, what will you’ve me do?" Zina asked, barely masking the sarcasm that was bubbling up in her.

"Oh I will have you do something alright! And that is for you to declare me the Great Beast Wolf! If it comes out from your mouth everyone will believe it right? Just the same way they believed the lies you spewed all those years ago!"

Zina didn’t understand why her body trembled from profound rage on hearing those words. After all, Eldric had all but pointed out the truth of her deceitful nature. A nature which she was going to extreme lengths to make up for.

Straightening herself from the floor, Zina stood tall despite how badly her whole body throbbed. "You know I just can’t do that." She said in a low tone as a deadly plan formed in her mind. "But you’re right, we must put a stop to these deadly rumours. Any stain to your legitimate claim on the throne is after all a stain to the legitimacy of my powers.

Eldric scoffed aloud, leering down at her with a knowing smile. Of course he knew that their fates were inextricably tied together by the lying tongue. If he knew anything about the woman who was the Theta of his pack and house, it was that she would do anything to save her head.

Knowing that Eldric had been driven to the precipice by mere rumours further emboldened Zina. The man had always been a petty one. As petty as he was tyrannical. But what would anyone expect from him when he had all but stolen his father’s throne and wolf.

Zina knew that whenever Eldric looked down at her, all he saw was a selfish woman. Honestly, he wasn’t that far off. Except maybe Eldric didn’t fully understand just how selfish she could be... for everything she desires wasn’t for herself, it was for the people who would end up like her. People who would become abandoned like her.

"Just tell them the gods whispered it in your ears as usual!" Eldric all but growled, staring the woman down.

Zina tilted her head up, "do you really think telling the people that the gods declare you the great beast wolf will cut it. Your majesty, this is now a matter that concerns the five regions, a simple vision will simply not do."

"Then what shall you’ve me do?! I still intend on murdering that older brother of mine, but with this absurd declaration of him, I fear that too is impossible!"