Alpha King of Fire

THE DAUGHTER’S LOVE

I did not know this man, but it seems like I saw him somewhere.

“Do you call my name?” He asked the two men standing. They both shook their heads from left to right.

When he looked down, his eyes met me. There was no emotion written on his face. He did not care about seeing me bathing in blood with a dead person by my side.

“So, no one called me?” He asked again. “Fine. I am leaving.”

The only hope I had in my heart was lost. He was leaving me without helping? How ruthless he was!

He turned his back at them, then faced them again. “Wait.” He looked down, staring at me. “Where do you live?”Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

“Elemental Kingdom.” I was stuttering, and weakening was almost consuming me. My vision was turning black.

After me saying those words, the man’s dark expression could be seen. He gave the two men a flying kick in the face. They were about to pull a trigger when he leaped so high and jumped on their chest since they were lying beside each other. Their guns were nonsense as he grabbed the bullet.

He was about to turn his back again, leaving me when one of the men threw a big rock on him. He prevented it by moving aside, without looking at it. That made me amazed by his actions.

Is he an alpha?

He faced them again, with no emotions. He grabbed a big rock and threw it at them. They were about to dodge, but he was like a professional in striking, he knew the angle, so he hit them in the face. Both noses of the hunters were bleeding.

“Who are you!” One of the men asked, he was covering his nose, the blood overlapping on his hands.

“If you know me, you’ll die.”

He ran as fast as he could towards that man, he flying kick his chest, resulting in him being knocked out. The other one was kicking him, but he just moved by his side, preventing every strike, swaying his body to confuse the enemy. Until one brave strong punch landed on his stomach. The hunter coughed in blood.

“Give me your gun.” My savior opened her hands, gesturing to the opponent to put the gun on it.

The hunter removed the gun from his body and put it in his hand. “Please, don’t kill me. I have two sons and two wives.”

Two wives? What a freaking bastard.

“Plead to her.” He looked in my direction.

The hunter immediately crawled towards me with his kneel down. “Sorry. Please, spare my life! Please.” His hands were begging on me.

I glared at him, looked at my mother then gazed up as there was a gun offering to me. It was my savior nodding his head.

My eyes viewed the hunter again. His eyes widened, his body was shaking, his sobs became loud.

I grabbed the gun that my savior was offering. I pointed it at the hunter. My eyes were watering excessively. I could feel the choke in my heart, knowing that they killed my mother and they would never revive her life again.

“Let me ask you.” Despite my weakening body, I talked with my crack voice. “Can you go back to the past and make my mother alive again?”

He was stuck from moving, looking at me with his tears. “No. But can you give me another chance?”

My eyes viewed his companion when we heard the sound of crack-dried leaves, catching our attention. He was escaping. I pointed the gun at him. I closed my eyes before pulling a trigger. A loud sound of the fired gun echoed. That hunter was the one who hit my mother uncounted times.

My sobs got worse when I pointed the gun at the hunter in front of me. He just closed his eyes.

“It will satisfy your grief, but never get back the life of your loved ones.” My savior, located on my back said. “You killed the other one with just a simple suffer, one second, he died. Think carefully. He deserves torture.”

My mind lightened as I heard his suggestion. He was right. I still pointed the gun at the man. “Get this man.”

“Are you commanding me?” My savior asked.

I smiled at him as I closed my eyes. Everything went black, I fell to the ground.

I was shouting, pleading, and crying as I saw my mother bathing in blood, her eyes gradually closing. She could not respond to my call, she died in front of me.

“Mom!” My tears slid fast to my cheek, flooding my face. I could feel the heaviness in my heart, the stinging sensation that results in my breathing difficulty. “Where is mom?”

My sister Eira stared at my face with a spark of sadness. “She died.”

“No!” I stood up immediately, went to the kitchen. In the early morning, she was preparing food. “Mom?” I went to the small wooden sofa, she was sitting here sometimes with dad, cuddling. I stepped outside, she was in here at times, wiping the dried leaves.

“Mom!” My strength was consumed, my knee fell on the soil, looking down and sobbing so hard while holding my chest. “Mom!” I shouted as loud as I could, as if she could hear me as if she would walk towards me and hug me saying she was okay.

Nothing came. The reality of her death was slowly absorbed in my head. I wish everything was just a dream.

“Fira.” Eira gradually knelt down and hugged me. The noise of our cry echoed in our location.

The smile of my mother popped into my head.

You will always be in my heart, my mother. You are the best mother in the whole world. I will never forget every lesson you mark in my mind, every moral you teach is always remembered.

I managed to stand up, but I fell again. I had no strength to move. Tears were severely flooding, my heart was failing to beat. Her last words came into my head.

“Fira, take care of the family. I love you all.”