The Alpha's Blind Fate
Chapter 55: Wolf Chess

Chapter 55: Wolf Chess

DAEMON

Of all the bold things Daemon expected Zina WolfKnight to do, sending a spy on him wasn’t one of them. Although he figured out there was something far deeper in play, it still greatly amused him.

And angered him.

When everyone had been living their lives like Daemon’s mother hadn’t all but died mysteriously, Darmon had spent the better half of his life investigating it. He didn’t believe in the grand notion of monsters, but he knew that werewolves were capable of devolving into one.

It was always the heart that caged the biggest and most fearsome monsters. Desires, greed, and more greed.

So as far as Daemon was concerned, what could have killed his mother and left a mark on him at his back might not just be an ordinary monster. It could be a werewolf who had decided to commit the highest depravity.

Over the years, Shadow and his uncle, Alpha DireWolf, had relentlessly pursued the evidence of what could have happened, and no matter how much they searched, much of the trails came up dead at the West-Central borders that bordered the mountains of the Matriarchy Pack.

It made Darmon curious as to what could possibly be going on in there. And the knowledge that Zina WolfKnight could be tied to them in more than just one way made Darmon particularly eager about her background.

But try as he may, he still couldn’t understand why she would willingly reach out to them. And he still didn’t understand why they would answer the call so easily when Alpha DireWolf himself had tried to engage in communications with them for so many years to no avail.

Daemon chanced a sweeping glance at the man before him. Ordinarily, he didn’t care to do such things with his hands personally, but the matter had become one that warranted his interest.

"Theta Zina WolfKinght then," Darmon said amusedly in response to the man’s screams that he should address the traitorous woman properly.

Daemon leaned down, bringing his tall frame to the man’s kneeling height.

"Now that I have addressed her properly, care to tell me why she is meeting with the Matriarchy?" He asked in a fake coercing voice.

The man of course, simply glared, saying nothing. Years of dealing with war taught Daemon how to read men, that is if he didn’t know how to do it before.

He knew a man who would break down under a tough interrogation, same way he knew a man who would only break down under mild torture. He knew a man who would spill his guts under a fierce torture, same way he knew a man who would never say a thing even if he was at the cusp of death.

The man before Daemon was the last kind of man. Just the cool stealth in his eyes told Daemon all he needed to know about whether he would tell the truth or not.

"Such loyalty," Daemon drawled, "is she really deserving of it?"

As expected, the man said nothing.

Daemon rolled his eyes internally. "Marcus," he called to the man that has been itching for an action, "take care of him, and do not stop until he can see the fiery flames of hell all the way from here."

Marcus grinned, hauling the man out of the tent. Even though Daemon knew that torturing him would probably be futile, he wasn’t hesitant not to try.

Daemon continued staring intently at the stone table although for a different reason than haunting down Zina WolfKnight’s origin. It was for the war that was now pressing on and what he would do once he ended the whole affair.

"Our scouts report that it would take them three days to get here." Yaren spoke as if reading his mind.

"They sure are riding fast." Daemon remarked casually, walking towards a different square table that housed his giant marble wolf chess. The expensive marble had been a gift from his uncle after his banishment, although the other man was of the opinion that the wolf chess board was a symbol of the promise he made to Daemon after his sister—Daemon’s mother passed away.

The promise that even if the late Alpha King abandoned him, he would always support him.

Daemon called for his servant who was always stationed just outside the tent like a guard. The man entered, two omegas in tow behind him.

"Let’s play." Darmon said to Yaren who obediently took his place opposite from Daemon. He had the white pieces while Daemon stood at the black giant pieces; the two omegas each stood beside him and Yaren, a long picker clutched in between their fingers.

The game was not a new one. Already, the pieces were in motion and white which represented the Arising Rogues was locked in a heated battle with the black pieces that represented his Army Without An Alpha.

"So what do you want to do now?" Yaren asked as he always did whenever they started to play.

Wolf Chess has always been a fascinating game for Daemon. It was the most fascinating chess game he had ever encountered. What should have ordinarily been a battle of hierarchy was positioned into a battle of wit and sense.

At the center of the command was the Alpha and Luna pieces. Flanking them were two each of the Lycan and Feran shifters. At the corners were four Lumpari shifters. Surprisingly, four omega shifters were positioned near the center, and another four was positioned at the rear of the board. Even more surprising than the Omega placement was the position of the Supreme Wolf and Aberrant pieces.

The strongest and weakest pieces on the board were positioned at the rear center, flanked by four Omegas by the side. The setting of the wolf chess piece had led many to calling it the game of the weak, for no matter how well played, the strongest pieces were the ones easily taken out.

Daemon didn’t think the same. The first Supreme Wolf Shifter who had invented the game simply had a crude sense of humor as far as Daemon was concerned. The game went a long way to show that strength only did not propel the game, even the weakest piece had quite the say when used well.

The current active game play showed the Alpha and Lycan white pieces pushing for the advantage whereas black three Omegas were exposed for a most violent taking if the Lycan by their side had nothing to say about it.

Thinking much about it, Daemon answered Yaren’s question by asking the Omega by his side to move the strangest piece.

Instead of moving the Lycan stationed at the front to protect the exposed Omegas, the Omega moved the Aberrant that had been dutifully stationed by the Supreme Wolf’s side at the rear a step forward as per the piece’s limited ability.

Daemon always found it comical that the biggest strongest piece—the Supreme Wolf—was responsible for protecting the Aberrant who was without any wolf. It was a waste of talent as far as Daemon was concerned, but he also understood the shrewdness behind such positioning.

Yaren raised an eyebrow. "You do not wish for a crushing defeat?"

Daemon smiled shrewdly in response. "Why go for a crushing defeat when we can obtain an easy one? I shall end this war before the woman hurtling towards us at high speed arrives. Have Shadow prepare."

The Omega standing at Yaren’s side used the picker to pluck out the white Alpha from the board, successfully eliminating the center.