The Alpha's Blind Fate

"Beware of the tongue of a wicked woman. For it may tell a lie that would slay the world." Eighteen-year-old Zina, rejected, wolfless, and blind, is summoned to the capital to share a vision with the ruthless and feared Alpha King of the North, infamously known as 'The King Who Crowned Himself'. The outcome of Zina’s ‘false’ vision results in Daemon, the Alpha Prince and future Alpha Supreme, being banished from the capital to fight wars at the borders where only death awaits him at the hands of the notorious Arising Rogues and the Deformed. Yet, Daemon survives fire, blood, and claw. Not only does he survive, but six years later, he returns as Alpha Supreme, driven by vengeance against those who brought him down. Starting from his cunning siblings to the eighteen-year-old girl now twenty-four, who sealed his destiny with mere words, Daemon vows to leave no one unscathed. However, Zina is well aware of her own treachery. Now the Theta to the same powerful werewolf house she told the dangerous lie against, and having tasted betrayal from the very people she lied for, she is unwilling to resign to her fate just yet. But how do you melt the heart of a man you once ruined? And how do you destroy a woman loved by all the common people, and perhaps even the gods? Daemon will learn the hard way that not all vengeance can be taken, and not all debts can be collected. Secrets abound, the Deformed Werewolves are set to rise, and a rare chance at second mating befalls the two most unusual people. One thing has become clear—Daemon must first defeat the enemy outside before he can truly confront her, who has become the enemy of his heart. *** Zina's back pressed against the wall as a taut body pinned her, their warmth mingling together. Four years of deadly anticipation culminated into this moment. His whispers caressed her ear, sending shivers unrelated to the chill in the air down her spine. “Since you see visions so well, tell me, Theta of my house, do you see the day you will die?” His breath ghosted over her skin, reminding her of a debt to be collected. Swallowing and maintaining a tight grip on her staff despite the body burning against hers, she answered firmly. “I am afraid the gods haven’t shown me yet.” The man above her smiled shrewdly. His lips grazed her ear, his hot breath sending waves of sensation. “I believe in all the names I have been called, one of them is god. So let me tell you that which you do not know… “…today is the day you will die.”