Alpha King of Fire

THE ANSWER IS YOU

FIRA’S POV

After having my breakfast, I laid on his side. I did not notice that I fell asleep again. We slept for over ten hours. I was honestly saying that I could not sleep when I was not seeing him. He was running inside my head for twenty four hours.

Missing him.

When I opened my eyes, it was evening. The sky was already dark. I looked at Pyro at my side, he was not there. He was in front of the window, looking at the moon. All I could see was his back.

“Pyro?”

He turned around. He immediately smiled as he stared at me for a second and then he climbed up on the bed, supported me to sit down. “You, hungry?”

“No.”

“Tomorrow is a full moon. My wolves would be out. I just wondered what would be the changes to me.”

“I’m scared, too.”

“You should be more scared of me.” He held my hand and slowly stood me up. “Wanna hear me play piano again?” His voice was happy.

I jumped in the bed and clung my hand on his shoulder. “Yes, yes, yes!”

He lifted me, carrying me to his arms and then sat me in front of the piano. He removed the cover of it. We both coughed as the dust filled our noses. Then, we laughed at that.

“Sorry. It’s been a long time since I didn’t use this.” He sat next to me, put his index finger to one of the keys, the sound filled my ear.

“At least you’re going to play again!” I was excited to hear from him again.

He just gave me a small cute smile before he began to press the keys. He was playing the same song as he played in the mall. It was good in the ear because that was just slow, romantic and heartwarming.

“Do you like that song so much?” I was asking in the middle of the song.

“Yup. I feel it in my heart.” His eyes smiled at the same time as his lips stretched. “Wanna know why?”This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

“Why?” From the moment we sat here, I could feel the never ending excitement. My heart was jumping so high.

“Didn’t want to tell you. Maybe next time.” He was not looking at me, at the piano instead, but his lips never left the expression of gladness.

“Okay. I won’t force you. But can I ask you a different question?” My heart was nervously pounding as he nodded.

I was not sure if he would answer it or ignore, but I just wanted to know.

“Did someone make your heart pump happily?”

He stopped tapping the piano. He looked at me seriously. I watched his eyes twinkle.

I thought there was something inside his head right now that he could not let out. For sure, it was the lady he liked or someone who caught his attraction.

Crap. Wait? He said he was attracted to me? Am I that person?

Pyro moved closer to me, he stopped when a little inch separated our faces. “Do you really want to know?”

I nodded while gulping my saliva due to the tension between us.

He was just answering the question! Nothing more, but why is my freaking heart pumping crazily? Was it exciting or happy to know? Or would it break if I was not the girl?

Whatever it was. It would not change any little thing because his symbol was in my wrist. He would maybe marry another woman, but I am the one and only original who can own the fire. His ultimate first symbol handler.

Raiden said they could give the symbol to as many as they could, but there was only one special… that was the first werewolf.

Funny, right? But I was thinking that I was the initial mate.

“Please tell me.” My eyes were pleading, but at the same time tearing due to the dread crawling. I was preparing myself for possibility, but no matter how I inhaled and exhaled, I could not calm myself.

Pyro tilted his head, moved closer and closer until our lips together. He went to my upper lip and then down to my lower lip. I unconsciously closed my eyes, enveloped my hands at the back of his head while his hands were raised, cupped my cheek.

The movement was just gentle, effortless. I could feel the mess pumping my heart. The overloading joy scattering around. The atmosphere was gradually hitting. His lips were soft and sweet.

I gulped all my embarrassment when I kissed him back. I followed every rhythm he made. I licked his lips as he sucked mine. It tasted like candy, sweeter than sugar.

We played at each other’s lips with a slow, romantic, affectionate kiss. I could feel that his hands went to my neck, but it was not moving there. He was just holding me.

Then, he suddenly stopped, rested his face on my shoulder and breathed in and out. I could feel the hotness of the air coming out from him. “The kiss is my answer.”

My body froze. I forgot to inhale as my eyes widened. That was the shocking revelation that I have heard in my entire life.

I replayed to my head my question. It was about asking if there was a person making his heart pound happily.

I blinked two times, punched my hands three times, making sure that I was not sleeping. And then I repeated that for so many times until I realized that this was the reality. This was not a fantasy, it was him saying what he felt about me. Telling me that I was special. Proving me that even if I was just an omega, a king would still eye on me.

My mother was right. She kept reminding us that, “Even our status is at the bottom, when your heart is good, it is highest among those ranks.”

I held that for my entire life, even though sometimes courage was not my company, but fear.

Pyro cupped my cheek, rubbed our noses and then put a small kiss on my lips. I watched the smile grew to him.

“The answer is you.”