Alpha King of Fire

TIME WILL COME

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I was cutting the small pieces of my clothes as I was peeking at Carter. I made sure that I was doing this while he was sleeping. I would put a mark on this place and on all the way we would go. Surely, we would stay here for another day. Wherever we went, Pyro would find me.

I gazed at my wrist, as my eyelid was heavy. I could not sleep while I was thinking of Ember. I wish she was not crying. I wish she was in good condition. I remembered she did not want anyone to change her clothes, except for me.

Pyro, please keep on finding me.

The sun rose brightly, but it was no beauty when the person I saw the moment I woke up was not Pyro.

“What a heart warming. You spent the night just staring at me?” A grin was established on his lips. He sat and leaned his back on the big rock.

“Are you still dreaming?” I rolled my eyes as I blinked three times to fight the drowsiness. I did not sleep because my system was programmed that there was always a danger when I was with him.

He stood up and looked for his people. He ordered them to find food. Then, he was the one who charged himself to be with me.

“Afraid that I might run?” I was teasing him.

Fortunately, he was away from me. My smell was a big deal.

You’re so smart, Fira! I’m number one fan of myself.

“Why would I be f*cking afraid? It’s scary to not f*ck you before I break your King Fire.”

“Seriously? Does this have something to do with his looks? You’re too insecure for a man.”

As if. He could break Pyro. He was stronger than he expected with or without Fire. Our love will serve as the most powerful weapon against him.

“You’ll find out… soon.” His evil grin was written on his face.

We were in the middle of conversation when we heard someone running towards us. Carter peeked on them, he let out a sigh as he recognized that it was his people.

“I saw the kings from a short distance. They might reach our location!” One of the men was panting, breathing in and out heavily.

The smirk was written on my lips. I told you, King Fire would see me. The symbol of fire was in my wrist. We were connected.

“Rush!” Carter signed his finger to run. He grabbed my arm recklessly and pulled me.

We ran away from the cave. He was covering my mouth with the clothes. Every distance, I was falling on a small white cloth as a mark of where we were. Pyro was a smart king. It was easy for him to recognize the signal.

We stopped at the house. I guess that Carter knew who the owner was because he memorized the whole part of it, even the location of plates and all.

“Would that be a problem if your mother came?” I heard his people talking to him.

This house was to her mother? How could he bring me here? Is her mother aware of all his wrongdoing?

“Carter!” An old woman ran towards him. She was having an open arms.

I covered my mouth in shock when Carter landed his feet on her belly when she was close to him.

“You filthy old woman! Don’t you dare touch your hands on me!” Carter acted as if he was not caring about her.

I stood up and knelt down on her. I helped her to stand. There was a pity in my expression. She was old and weak, how could he kick her?

“I’m fine.” The old woman was nodding her head while she was touching her butt.

I gritted my teeth as I gazed at Carter. I marched towards him, turned around and did the uppercut. He landed at the food, causing the woods to break. It was triple what he did to the lady. They were all shocked. I looked down on Carter and stomped on hic chest.

“If you can’t respect your mother. You’re worthless son.” I was about to kick him again when his people grabbed me by my arms and pulled me away from him.

Carter was so mad at me, his eyes were sharp as his nose was moving open and closed. He kicked me like what I did to him. I acted as if I was in pain. I remembered when Hali did that to me for the first time, I vomited blood, but now, no matter how many times he kicked me. I could feel less. I acted as if I was writhing in pain when in fact, I was really happy when I kicked him. He looked so awful as if my kick was the painful kick he had felt.

“You, b*tch!” He held my hair and pulled it. His mother immediately went to us and blacked the way.

“Please, don’t hurt her, Carter.” The old woman’s voice filled my ear.

“Don’t bring yourself here, Filthy Old Woman!” He was about to slap her when I held his wrist and slapped it through his face.

I was fast when I moved around and hit him with my feet. I punched his chin and was about to punch him again when his people grabbed my waist. They pulled me away from him. I was glaring at him with all of my burning eyes. I was moving uncoordinated as I was kicking them all.

“Don’t be alone, Carter. I’ll smash you with my bare hands.” I threatened him.

I could not pull back when it was an old woman and it was a mother. I never ever hurt my mother as what he was doing to her.

“You, F*cker!” He was wiping the blood in his lips as he moved closer to me and slapped me harder, causing my teeth to produce blood. I chuckled sarcastically and spit my saliva on his face. He was so livid. Another slap touched my cheek. I counted it. He had 128 slaps done to me. I would give it back by kicking his face twice that number.

Time will come.