The Alpha's Blind Fate
Chapter 70: Under The Crescent Moon

Chapter 70: Under The Crescent Moon

PS: Trigger Warnings— Strangulation, Gory Descriptions of Violent Death)

The author tried to tone down the descriptions, but it could still be triggering for some so please tread carefully.

MOON

He knew it, that to conquer the great Seer was to conquer the very subject of the nightmares that devoured him at night.

Under the crescent moon, a hand shall reach out and rip your heart out from your chest.

And even when this hand rips your heart out, you shall not die... not until your limbs and manhood are ripped out in the same manner shall you cease to breathe.

Those words spoken by an eighteen year old girl haunted Xalea Borne’s dreams in unimaginable ways. In his nightmares, they plagued him to the point of insanity, and on every waning and waxing crescent, his fears were amplified to the point that he tasted the putrid taste of death a million times.

It wasn’t so much as the fear of death itself, it was so much the fear of when

Why did the girl have to say those words? Why did she have to show him first hand the power of the tongue? How mere words could torment a man more than physical pain.

Mere words that Borne never forgot a word of. Like a horror poem, he woke to the words, and slept to them at night. He breathed to them, and he lived to them.

Mere words. Yet, those words killed him over and over again... stabbing him with a pointy invisible dagger.

Now, those words would haunt him no more. And why? That was because he would conquer the very subject of his nightmares.

He, Xalea Borne would murder Zina WolfKnight, the very woman that spewed such a horrible prophecy. And once he conquers her through death, that prophecy would never haunt him ever again.

Baring his claws in hybrid form, Borne ripped the doors of the toppled carriage, revealing the woman who stiffly laid in it, rooted in place by shock.

He dragged her out by her pale white hair, while she struggled viciously after recovering from her frozen state. Borne didn’t care that she was dragged through the hard grassy land in the middle of nowhere, she would be dead soon anyway.

"You’ve haunted me for years," he sneered, "how does it feel to be hunted instead?"

Zina said nothing, even her normal bravado eluded her as the realization of her predicament dawned on her. She was in the middle of nowhere, unguarded and alone with Xalea Borne—a man who hated her for all the right and wrong reasons.

"Six years ago when you told me the prophecy, did it occur to you that under the crescent moon, it is you who would die instead?" Borne growled, "or perhaps, did the goddess not show you that much?"

Zina—amidst the wild beating of her heart—managed to listen to her surroundings despite the fear that rooted her in place. Not a heartbeat or any other humane sound could be heard.

She was truly alone.

"Why is it that your tongue that normally wags without constraint has no words to say now!" He growled, tugging at her hair angrily. "Have your words eluded you?!"

"So you purport to kill me?" Zina said in a clipped tone that spoke more of her despair than any nonexistent courage. "Does killing me spare you of your fate?"

Borne, his rage so palpable he could taste it, wrapped his claws around Zina’s neck, easily lifting her off the floor as if she were a sack of air. Zina’s legs dangled underneath her as she futilely struggled to free herself of his strangling and piercing hold.

"You are still on it about this talk of fate?" He gritted, tightening his hold, "now I shall tell you a vision same as you told me all those years ago."

Zina’s air flow was permanently cut off as Borne’s grip tightened to the point where he could easily snap off her neck. Instinctively, she started hitting his hybrid claws in the hope that she would find some sort of relief, but he barely budged under her punches that might have been air itself.

"Under the crescent moon..." Xalea gritted his so-called vision, tightening his hold on Zina’s neck until her skin color—illuminated by the waxing crescent—became a darker shade that spoke of the lack of airflow in her body.

Tears stung her eyes, falling freely.

Was this how it would happen? Was this how she would die?

"Let... me... go...." Zina tried to splutter, but even herself couldn’t hear her words. She might have been speaking empty words for all she knew.

Despair—she was feeling too much of it, and too little of hope. She didn’t believe any warrior or knight would save her. She was at the mercy of the man whom she told would die a most violent death. And he was there to return the same fate Zina had spoken of.

Her will to live only made her tears flow even more like a river. If she could beg at that moment, she would pathetically beg Xalea Borne to spare her life. But all she could do was struggle.

"...a hand shall reach out..." Borne continued, squeezing so hard until his claws dug into Zina’s neck bone, and her blood flowed freely staining her white dress.

Zina thought at that moment as death stared back at her that she should never have promised Daemon NorthSteed her life six years ago during their last encounter. She should have cherished herself more and lived with less guilt.

She should have...

"...and claw at your neck!" Borne finished, and without warning, he swiped at Zina’s neck causing her blood to spill like a fountain, splashing against his face and the ground about them.

Zina’s lifeless body thumped against the floor, her still white eyes upturned as if staring at the crescent moon. Her blood flowed uncontrollably until she could bleed no more.

Borne was breathing hard, staring at the lifeless body of the woman before him.

Finally, he had conquered his nightmares. Provided, Alpha King Eldric’s orders on killing Zina WolfKnight had been different. The order was to do it at the camp of the Army Without An Alpha while framing the banished prince for her death.

But Borne couldn’t wait until such an opportunity presented itself.

Finally, just finally, he did it.

Borne was still reveling in his victory when a chilling growl that sent every insect and rodent within the vicinity to scamper for safety erupted a few feets behind him.

Borne turned sharply, but he wasn’t quick enough for a monster that was thrice his large size that looked half werewolf, half something twisted and deformed was standing behind him.

The monster had a light grayish skin with a face that looked something like a Lycan shifter except for the fact that in between its jaw dripped off an extremely stretchy and gummy liquid that could have been saliva, or something worse.

Before Borne’s Lycan could react, the monster’s sinewy hand that was decorated with a thousand blue veins reached out to Borne’s chest, easily shattering his rib cage and gripping at his heart.

Borne could only stare stunned as the monster ripped off his heart, the still beating thing carelessly tossed away.

Just as quickly, his limbs were ripped off so easily that his bones barely had the chance to make a sound of their dislodgement. And finally, the monster’s fingers gripped his manhood, ripping the thing off and tossing it against a random tree.

Borne’s brain processed it all before what remained of his body collapsed to the floor just beside Zina’s dead body.

Under the crescent moon, a hand shall reach out and rip your heart out from your chest.

And even when this hand rips your heart out, you shall not die... not until your limbs and manhood are ripped out in the same manner shall you cease to breathe.

The monster of an unknown origin glanced at Zina’s dead body as if contemplating what to do with her, and then began to drag her corpse deep into the confines of the forest surroundings.

Finally, it abandoned her corpse against a giant tree that was directly exposed to the crescent moon, and then the monster disappeared into the night.

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