The Alpha's Blind Fate
Chapter 73: A Second Chance At Mating?!

Chapter 73: A Second Chance At Mating?!

ZINA

Zina was thrusted back into the flower field, except this time, she wasn’t sure she was still alive.

No, she couldn’t be alive. Afterall, with her own eyes, she saw Borne’s claws dig into her neck and then ruthlessly tore at it until her blood spilled like a fountain. Who would have thought that that was how her life would pathetically end.

Not because Eldric NorthSteed or whatever other power wished to take life, but because she told Xalea Borne a vision that had apparently haunted him for years.

So where was this? Surely not the place where her visions originated from. Heaven perhaps? Or had she ascended to be with the moon goddess?

Furiously, Zina looked around to find the woman whom all revered. She had a lot to say to her, a lot to pour out.

Zina’s twenty-four years of living had been...harsh. She did not deserve to live that way. Rejected, blind, wolfless, packless! She did nothing absolutely wrong to live such a deplorable life only to die just like that.

In her search for the moon goddess, her eyes rested on a small figure that confirmed that indeed, this was the flower field where her visions came from. The figure before her was once again her younger self, her lips curved into a self-depreciating smug smile that Zina would have slapped away if it wouldn’t have been termed child cruelty.

"I asked you, did I not?" The girl said, "I asked you if you were at all prepared for what is waiting for you."

Zina’s only response was loudly breathing hard from an anger that simmered within her depths. Her younger self seemed to take joy in Zina’s evident despair.

"You’re angry?" The girl said smugly, "of course you should be angry, Zina WolfKnight. For you, the woman who has seen the end of many a men met an unexpected end yourself."

Hot tears rolled down Zina’s cheeks as she balled her palm into a fist against her sides.

The girl didn’t stop smiling smugly. "Does being weak anger you so? That is surprising because you were the very woman who stewed in your guilt of the banished prince’s predicament! You even said he can take your life as long as he returns back safely!" The girl laughed harshly, "and yet he played you like a fiddle before you finally met. And now... you’re dead."

Zina exhaled a harsh breath. "Stop taunting me. What is the use now?"

Indeed, there was no use. Zina was now dead, and apparently, her heaven would be the flower field that held her visions where she would be stuck with an insufferable child who didn’t know when to shut her mouth. Provided that said child was her younger self.

The girl removed the blindfold covering her eyes while she took a step closer to Zina. Those white eyes peered into Zina’s exposed eyes as if searching the depths for something. "It has started," she gasped, "now that you have another chance, will you remember my previous warnings? Or will history repeat itself?"

What was the girl going on about? Zina discovered that she was having a terrible headache that made her unable to process her words. Which was strange as dead people weren’t supposed to feel a headache, right?

The girl stared at her strangely... then began to speak rapidly.

"The flake... do not forget, when the flake...."

Zina didn’t hear the rest of what she was saying when a pain like no other slammed through her body, causing her to feel a horrible drowning sensation. The world before her thinned, until it was no more.

Zina was no longer at the flower field that was filled with light and white where she could see. Now, she was at a deathly still place that smelled of blood, and only a suffocating darkness greeted her together with a pain that knocked out the breath out of her body.

Her body seemed to be burning from the inside, and no part of her was spared the horrible sensation. She felt like vomiting, although not quite. At the same time, she felt like scratching her body until she bled.

As the agony ravaged her body, Zina felt her limbs contorting, twisting, and elongating. Her screams echoed through the desolate land about her, drowned out only by the sound of cracking bones. Her normally dark vision blurred, then sharpened, revealing the girl’s face, now distorted, with eyes burning like embers.

"The flake...remember the flake!"

The girl’s voice pierced Zina’s mind. But it was quickly drowned out and replaced by yet another bolt of pain that zapped through Zina’s body like lightning.

Zina’s body began to convulse, her skeleton reshaping itself. Her fingers lengthened, merging with her wrists, forming razor-sharp claws. Her spine stretched, arching her back, as her skin itched and rippled, sprouting dark, coarse fur.

Throughout the bone piercing painful motions her body went through, Zina at some point felt hardly present. It was as if she was disconnected, only staring at her body from afar somewhere where she was stuck in her head.

Something raw and primal unfurled in her, yearning and screaming for release. Her body came alive, her normally sharp senses now sharpened to a point of perfection. For the first time since she was born, Zina could actually see. But this time, through the eyes of a much sharper creature that had now merged with her being.

There were the things she called leaves before her, and the colour which was called green, Now, she strangely saw it all for herself.

The creature merged with her howled animalistically, as if yearning to be set free. From where Zina was trapped far in its head, she futilely fought for control. But the creature easily won, shoving her even farther in her head.

What was happening? Was she not dead? Could it be that she was actually experiencing the first shift?

How? Why?

Thousands of questions ploughed her mind, but no answer was within sight.

No matter what was happening, Zina figured she had to regain control first. She could not allow a creature she knew nothing of to take control of her actions and mind... even if that creature was a wolf—her wolf.

So harder, she fought. Tugging at the reins of her mind. It was a struggle... a battle even. They tugged and tugged at each other, snarled and snarled... and then finally, Zina regained control as the wolf bowed before her.

But her victory didn’t last for long as an external force started calling to the wolf, causing it to tug harshly at the reins that Zina had just recovered.

"Mate!"

Her wolf screamed, taking back animalistic control.

"No!" Zina screamed back in response as the meaning of the wolf’s word sank within her. A sense of deja-vu transported her back to six years ago when Jacen Vampage rejected her.

She was barely making sense of whether she was in the world of the living or the dead, whether she was still her or somebody else—and now, this wolf that had been fighting her was screaming MATE!

It should at least give her a break to process everything! But no, it was currently running through the forest at a speed that Zina would have found thrilling and freeing if not for the fact that she barely understood a thing that was happening to her.

The fight for control was now futile, as her wolf propelled forward like a mad thing until before it was one of the biggest wolves she had ever seen—provided she was just seeing for the first time, so the only wolf she had ever seen.

Physically at least.

Dark fur, molten—gold eyes? Those were the words Zina guessed could describe him.

An aura that was strangely familiar greeted her senses and it transported her back to the vision that she had over and over again—the vision of the man called Daemon NorthSteed.

Wait, was this...?

No!

No!

NO!

Zina had never fought harder in her life. Against her wolf nonetheless. The only explanation for what was happening was that all of it was a dream, and Zina was secretly hoping that was the case.

That her death, suddenly acquiring a wolf out of nowhere, and a second chance at mating was just that—a huge joke in the form of a ridiculous dream.

Maybe she was still back at the camp of the Arising Rogues, sleeping. Or maybe she was being tortured, and that torture was making her see ridiculous things.

But then, suddenly, the dark wolf that was at least twice the size of her wolf, walked the remaining steps to them, and then sank his canine into her. Just at the same place Daemon’s mark was at.

"Mate!" The dark wolf growled too, and Zina somehow felt those forbidden words shoot straight to her core where it was certainly even more forbidden.

There was pleasure at the bite, followed by pain mixed deliciously with it.

And then there was darkness.