Chapter 8 THE KING FIRE'S ROOM

FIRA'S POV

Here we were again, my chest was drumming so reckless and loud. I was trembling as we walked to the room of the Alpha King of Fire. This day was beautiful for me by stomping into the dine in area of the royals, but knowing who my mate was, the knowledge of almost getting a slash or calling by the King Wind, it made my heart rumble. It felt like I was always in danger.

"Wait for the King Fire to come." The guard walked away from the door. I wanted to grab his arms and said, 'Please, don't leave me with the scary king.' But I had no strength to do that.

King Fire was the coldest and scariest among them. I admitted that every time he looked at me, I felt the weakening of my body due to trembling.

What does he need from me? Why did he order the guard to bring me here?

Ugh! I could pee in my skirt by just waiting for him. I stomped on the ground and my hands were in the middle of my thighs. The fear was crawling all over my body.

When I looked at my back, I almost fell my jaw on the floor. The King Fire was leaning his back on the door, looking at me with no emotion while his hands were in his pocket.

"Oh, crap!" I covered my mouth. I almost jumped into frustration until I realized I was not yet bowing, so I did. "I am sorry, King Fire. Why did you call me? Is there anything you want me to do?"

"Rise." His voice was not shouting, just soft, but the authority was there. "Who gave you permission to ask me?"

I stared at his face, but when our eyes met, I moved down. As an Omega, I was not allowed to look directly into his eyes. That was punishable by law.

"Sorry, King Fire. Sorry, your majesty—"

"Pyro. That's my name." He walked past me.

I was almost out of balance by the shaking of fear that I was feeling. A sigh of relief came out to me when suddenly he grabbed my waist just to support me. I was bending my body while he was wrapping his arms on me. We stared at each other's faces.

A good looking man. A goddess of handsome men. His eyes were captivating. The nose was well formed, perfect for a guy and his… lips. I gulped my saliva, prohibiting it to fall out of my mouth. This guy was mouthwatering! His smell made me feel dizzy and laid on his chest!

Ugh! Oh, crap! Push me away from mistakes. I could kiss this handsome feature until the morning came, if he was not a king.

When he realized that he was holding me like a charming prince, he moved his arms away as if he felt burn from my body.

"Oh, ahh!" I fell into the ground. I held my butt as I was staring at his actions.

He did not care about me, he just walked towards the bed and sat comfortably. He was unpredictable. He changed mood every time. He was the same as the girl who had her menstruation.

I stood up, I was just bowing my head. I waited and waited for him to order something for me, but the silence was deafening.

Then, why did he bring me here? He was wasting my energy, time and effort. I enjoyed talking to Zephyrus more than him.

Oh, crap. He was so silent like a dead man. No blood.

I wanted to ask him what I was doing here, but my tongue could not speak. He made me not talk. I was not sure if he would like to hear the noise coming from my mouth.

I was watching him by peeping on him, my head was still viewing the ground.

What is he planning to do? Making all my blood go into my feet because of standing?

"Sit." He pointed at the chair in front of his study table.

A sigh of gratitude came out on me. My goodness, he saw my tired body. Maybe that was why he offered me to sit.

A minute of silence again, I could not take the hush. I was not used to hearing nothing. My mouth always had something to say.

I just looked around and observed the wonderful things inside his room. I could also scent the manly perfume of a guy, specifically his smell. That was good in the nose.

It was nice to be with the Alpha King of Fire's room. It was wonderful, everything was red, unlike Zephyrus' room, it was blue. I loved to see red, that was my favorite color.

"Bored with me?" Finally, he talked, but his question was unexpected.

I moved my head from left to right. I wanted to say, 'Yes, so much. You need to talk sometimes, your saliva will be dried.' Of course, I did not say those words, it was just in my head. He would punish me for being unrespectful.

He just nodded slightly, looking at his big picture frame. I did not recognize that from the moment I entered here. His frame was scary, looking at the camera with a cold blooded feature while wearing a king red garment.

Silence again. Oh, crap! Should I flip over just to make him smile? Or dance like a dancing queen, no music just pure swaying of my body? The hush was suffocating me. I wanted to talk and talk until my throat was bleeding.

"Sit." One word of him burst out. He loved to say one word, huh? Should I call him 'One Word King'?

"I am already sitting, King Fire." I managed to make my voice tone respectful, not a sarcastic one.

"Here." He pointed at his side.

On the bed? Oh, crap! No way! My virginity was in danger!

I stood up. I grabbed my skirt tightly and walked like a turtle. Then, I sat beside him.

He looked down on my… Oh, no! Was he looking at my thighs? No way—My thoughts cut as he held my wrist which was on my thighs. A sigh of relief blew out on me.

"Is the symbol still there?" He tilted my wrist at any angle, examining it. He grabbed plenty of air and blew it out. As his usual blank emotion, but I think he was frustrated.

A minute of silence again. I had no idea, but we were staring at each other as if I was not an omega and he was not a king.

Suddenly, he moved closer and closer. My eyes were widening. I could hear my heart pumping so fast.

What is he doing?

He moved again and went to my ear. I was having goosebumps. I closed my eyes to strengthen myself.

"I'm cold. Can you warm me?"