The Alpha's Blind Fate
Chapter 53: Journey Begins

Chapter 53: Journey Begins

ZINA

"I’ve come to bid you farewell and wish you a safe journey." Moorim said with a suspicious air of melancholy.

Zina scoffed, unable to stop herself. "Have you?" She said sarcastically.

"Despite our differences," Moorim continued, in a particularly charismatic voice that Zina hated, undeterred by Zina’s sarcasm, "I’ve always appreciated the contributions you have made to Eldric’s reign."

"You mean the man that wasn’t supposed to rule in the first place? The man you placed on the throne?" Zina said with a bite to her tone. Seeing she was riding straight to the underworld, her tongue was now wagging loose.

"It is the man we both placed on the throne." Moorim emphasized with equal measures, causing Zina to still. "For what it is worth, I am thankful for your help so far."

Why did that suspiciously sound like a goodbye? The kind of goodbye that prompted Zina into thinking about her relationship in the past years with the man.

Moorim was a different kind of villain. The kind that justified ten wrongs with one right. The kind that possessed a twisted version of truths and falsehoods. The kind who performed cruelty with justification. Trampled on people with justification.

Notice how the word justification simply can’t be left out when describing him? Indeed, Moorim was a kind of person with own inlaid rules. Anything goes if it goes with him, and vice versa.

He was not quite cruel but cruel. Not quite tyrannical but tyrannical. Not quite kind but kind. Not quite hateful, but hateful.

It was a wonder that Zina had to some extent survived Eldric’s countless rage in the past because of Moorim. But that fact only made Zina abhor him more. Try as she may, she couldn’t quite understand how a Beta who took a blood sacrifice for his Alpha would do such a terrible thing.

And every time Moorim showed her any form of ’kindness’, Zina’s repulsion and ire simply grew.

Falcon called out from a distance. "We are ready to move, Theta."

Despite the welcome interruption, she was unable to move from the spot. Zina felt a strange bubbling need in her to prove Moorim’s assertions wrong.

That she was not in anyway a willing party in making Eldric King.

"It is not we that put him on the throne." Zina said, a guilt that had culminated for six years unfurling inside of her and giving way to something strange and unidentifiable.

"What?" Moorim asked, his confusion evident in his voice.

"I might have been a party to it, but I was coerced," Zina continued strongly, her voice a harsh whisper. "I admit that I share a wrong in the whole affair, but do not think that your crime is excused or diminished simply by pushing it to me. You, Beta Moorim, committed the greatest wrong of all. Not only did you coerce an innocent eighteen-year-old girl into committing high treason, but you murdered an Alpha ordained by the moon whom you were supposed to serve!"

At the end of her rant, Zina was breathing hard. Nothing was as hard as expressing one’s rage in a hushed voice. For all of Zina’s outbursts, the hardest thing to do was keeping herself from screaming till everyone around them heard what she was saying... heard all their crimes.

"I shall now bid you farewell too, Beta Moorim. As I leave, I am confident that yet again, you shall wake everyday to see the man whom we both put on the throne for his incompetence. Although it would be too much for me to expect that you would be tortured by his heinous acts."

And with that, Zina walked away. She was still making her way to the carriage when something wet fell on her face again and again. She paused, raising her hand as more of it fell on her.

The first snow of the year was here already to usher in new things.

She was still basking in the flakes when a voice that haunted her dreams spoke from her side.

"Theta, may I support you to enter the carriage?"

Zina stilled. No matter how much time had passed, she would always remember the voice. Her arms fell to her sides, and she bunched up her simple white dress in her fists as all the emotion in the world clogged up in her throat.

"What did you say?" Zina said, wanting to hear the voice again and confirm what she dreaded she knew to be true.

"I asked if I may support you to enter the carriage?" The voice came again, although this time, there was a smugness to the aged voice.

"What is your name?" Zina asked.

There was a brief hesitation, before the man finally answered.

"Xalea Borne."

Zina staggered, her whole body trembling from profound rage that bubbled up within her. Seraph quickly came by her side to support her. Zina waved the girl off.

After recovering herself and regulating her breathing, Zina stood straighter. In a menacing voice that shook she spoke, "I told you all those years ago did I not? That under the crescent moon, a hand shall reach out and rip your heart out of your chest... and even when that happens you shall not die. Not until your limbs and manhood are ripped out in the same manner. And yet, you still dare to stand before me."

Zina heard the man’s sharp intake of breath at what must have been a sign of his equally simmering anger.

Smugly he said. "And yet, I stand before you even now, Theta."

"Do you think you shall stand for long?" Came Zina’s immediate frosty response. "The waxing and waning crescent moon shall meet us soon."

She felt the man stiffen. "For years, your vision has tormented me. In my nightmares, they have been a great torture."

Zina scoffed, "Have they?"

She was yet to process the shock that Xalea was the same man all those years ago. He might have been just a weapon or mercenary, but the hate Zina felt for him remained the same.

As far as she was concerned, he would always be the man that set off the chain of events.

"But no more shall I fear." Xalea answered with a voice that dropped with hate. "Please, do enter the carriage. It will be a long journey."

Zina entered the carriage knowing that indeed, it would be a long journey.

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