The Alpha's Blind Fate
Chapter 91: His Move On The Morrow

Chapter 91: His Move On The Morrow

ZINA

Seraph latched the last button to Zina’s dress looking mournful.

"I guess this is it. You must be well, Theta."

Zina was tempted to plug her ears to avoid the incessant good wishes from her over concerned maidservant. But she merely smiled tightly, acting as if Seraph telling her to be fine for the one hundred and fortieth time was nothing.

"I will, so please remember to stick by the South Heralder’s side." Zina said, adjusting the moonstone necklace that was clinched to her neck.

"That is true. I could almost have sworn that you weren’t in your bed very early in the morning. Did you go somewhere?"

Zina blushed, quickly averting her eyes. "Yes. I was out in search of fresh air."

"You mustn’t leave without me or a guard to accompany you." Seraph chided lightly. "This camp is full of males that haven’t rutted in what... months? Years?"

Zina turned her eyes back at the girl in mock horror. It would seem as though there would never be an end to Seraph treating her like a fragile glassware ready to break at any moment’s notice. "Whoever fills your head with such nonsense?"

Seraph sighed out loud, looking Zina over with eyes filled with reluctance. "I shall now leave to even worry more about you

And with that, Seraph left Zina for Daemon’s convoy that was already set to leave. Outrageously, the man was not travelling with any of his army and had even dismissed the warriors to go back home and reunite with their family.

The few warriors that remained were simply those that insisted on following the banished prince, so in reality, Daemon was travelling back to the Desert with at least two hundred men.

Zina left for her own smaller convoy without daring to meet Daemon again. Their last encounter was still fresh in her mind and it filled her with shame.

She argued it was the bond that made her act so wanton. In fact, at some point she argued that it was Daemon who had seduced her. But at the end of her argument, Zina knew the truth....

...which was that despite her vows—in that moment Daemon’s eyes had swallowed her whole—she had very much wanted him to claim her as his. The reality of the truth—her truth—was so baffling that Zina knew a mere vow would not be enough to stave away the fire that both the bond and Daemon NorthSteed set in her.

So Zina had begun her own turbulent journey back to the Arctic North in the company of Ablanch who turned to look younger than she expected, and Alpha Prince Falcon, who was avoiding speaking to Zina.

Zina wanted to blame it on the awkwardness of their last encounter, but she found that she too couldn’t muster it in her to speak to him.

Before they knew it, Zina was back to the Arctic North in eight days after riding nonstop. Zina had tried running in wolf form, but it felt so unfamiliar and she was slow so she had resorted to riding.

It would seem as though she was far from being a level three Fernani shifter, nor a level four Lampari shifter. No, Zina was in the lowest pits of being a level five ordinary shifter, and she could feel it that her wolf was pathetically small even if her travel companions had been too polite to point that out.

Zina knew Daemon and his convoy must have long reached the Desert and was probably on his way back. But even if journeying from the GreenLands to the Desert South could be achieved as a mere three days journey, the same couldn’t be said about journeying from the South to the North. So that fact made Zina rightfully think of what Daemon meant when he said she had ten days.

Was he going to be present in person? Or was someone else going to act in his stead?

So when Zina reached the Arctic North with only two days to pull off a big act that will aid Daemon’s takeover, suffice to say she had been surprised when all she met was silence.

The Arctic Castle was like a graveyard. Now, not like there was no one present... servants and slaves were roaming about, but to her astonishment, Eldric NorthSteed was said to have travelled to the BloodMoon Pack to ’visit his in-laws.’

The reasoning was suspicious. Even more suspicious was the fact that Lykom Lupus had accompanied him on such endeavour. Zina half expected they would be prancing by, waiting to pound on her flesh and complete the assassination they had set in motion, but no. It seemed they were looking to capture a far bigger fish.

Which meant Eldric knew that Daemon was planning something which wasn’t surprising.

So in just two days after her return, Zina stoked the fire of the tales that were whispered in the streets at night. Everyone now talked of the reincarnation of the Great Beast Wolf being the man who had won the war that raged for years.

Zina found that she didn’t have to do much; with the rumour that was circulating that the Theta found a second chance mate in Daemon, many were already chanting them a match proclaimed by the moon goddess. Illustrations had been drawn all over the streets of the capital depicting Zina as the mighty reincarnation of the Moon Goddess, and Daemon as the Great Beast Wolf that will stand firmly by her side.

But Zina wasn’t swept away by the gilded fantasy. She knew soon, all of it would be over and she and Daemon would be back to what they had been; as enemies.

Already, she had met with Sybril, reaffirming her intention to become the high priestess. On the tenth day, that is the last day of the two days, Zina was waiting expectantly for Daemon’s move that night when it came in the form of a woman that visited her at the moon shrine.

Her lips were a blazing red, and she dressed much like a boy.

"Daemon NorthSteed will make his move on the morrow. He asks you to wait for it."

And with that, Zina knew that tomorrow will change her life forever.... And will also change the course of history too.

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