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Fiora (POV)
I woke up snuggled in Zack's strong arms or I suppose. Shouldn't I have been panicked? I mean, I'm sleeping with a man, which is considered unethical by society's standards. Does that make me a classic-labelled woman? "What the hell am I thinking, pondering that too first thing in the morning... ahh, my head," I muttered to myself. I struggled to extricate my head from his stronghold, attempting to move it from his chest to outside the blanket.
However, it was cold, so I found myself slipping back inside, only peeking out slightly to see who I was snuggled up to. He was asleep, and his sleeping face was drop-dead gorgeous, with perfectly kissable lips. I entertained the thought of biting them, figuring well-behaved sophistication could wait for later. As I twisted and turned to meet his eye level, I missed his eyes badly, poking his lips lightly a few times before he finally opened his beautiful arctic blue orbs.
"Theo," I exclaimed excitedly, closing the distance I had initially created for a specific mission, only to be distracted by the fact that he was shirtless. My hands itched to run through his body, but my logic had to hit me. Why did she have to exist in these moments? I don't know. I could have bitten this man's neck if not for this damn logic, pretty sure, my face was red as tomatoes I quickly got out of bed, wrapping the blanket around me, and made my way to the washroom, leaving a probably confused Theo behind.
"Argh... how embarrassing," I muttered as I entered the washroom. But as I looked at myself in the mirror and removed the blanket, I noticed my dress was riddled with holes from the burning. Panic surged through me, heightening all my senses. Without a second thought, I dashed out of the bathroom and scanned the entire room, but there were no burn marks anywhere. Then, I quickly checked on Theo to see if I had inadvertently harmed him in any way. I was so scared, but fortunately, he was unharmed. I was almost teary-eyed when Theo cupped my face, lifting it so he could meet my gaze, and kissed me on my forehead. Tears welled up in my eyes as I spoke, "I... I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to..."
"It's okay, you didn't harm me. Just the other room is a little charred," Theo tried to appease the situation, but I quickly got up after hearing what he said about the next room. My heart sank as I entered the adjacent room, only to realize that the entire bed in this room had turned to ashes, while the side tables were blackened and charred. I was heartbroken at the sight, feeling overwhelmed and unsure of what to do next.
Zack pressed his palm against my eyes and turned me to face him, guiding me to the other room and gently sitting me down on the bed. He crouched down to my eye level, and I instinctively recoiled. "Stay away, Zack. I might hurt you. It's not safe around me," I said, feeling completely shattered.
"It's not what you think happened. Calm down, Fiora, and listen," he said in a gentle tone. I remained facing downward, unable to gather the courage to look him in the eye, fearing he would see me as a monster too.
"After you fell asleep, I picked you up and settled you in that room while I went to fetch a blanket. You must have had a bad dream, that's what I suppose, and you broke into fire. I quickly went there to save you, but as soon as I embraced you, you cooled down. However, the bed was already on fire. I transferred you to the other room while you were smiling in your sleep, holding onto my shirt. So, I removed it and went to put out the fire. But your fires were too quick and consumed the bed entirely. All I could save were the side tables. When I checked back on you, you were sleeping peacefully. After a while, I could see you panicking again. I figured I'm your kryptonite, so, I stayed," he explained.
After a while, I asked sniffling."You aren't afraid of me?"
"No, dewdrop, why would I be?" He replied, his tone sincere with no hint of false promise.
"You don't hate me, blame me for burning down your house, destroying objects, or... you don't..." I trailed off, but he cut me off mid-sentence.
"No, no, no, no, no. You're getting it all wrong. I'm happy that I can cool you down," he said, his excitement palpable. "I mean... ok... I should stop," he blushed heavily, and I could only guess what crossed his mind.
"You mean what?" I asked curiously.
"Nothing, you should change," he said, averting his gaze away from me. As I checked myself to see the source of his blush, I found it—my clothes were burned in not-so-nice places. Quickly covering myself, I asked for clothes and headed to the washroom to change.
After cleaning myself and changing into new clothes, I emerged from the washroom to find Zack already ready and preparing breakfast for us. I took on other chores around the kitchen while he cooked, arranging the dishes on the table and tidying up. I was determined to be well-behaved as I had promised earlier; I had already caused enough trouble and didn't want to do anything more.
Zack had prepared a sweet yoghurt drink, savoury crepes with some condiments on the side, and a small fruit bowl. I thanked him and quietly started having breakfast.
"Is your pain alright?" Zack asked, breaking the silence. I simply nodded my head and continued with my breakfast.
"Is something wrong, buzzing bee? You seem quiet," Theo asked, squinting his eyes. I smiled at his peculiar choice of nickname. It's odd and cute that he hardly calls me by my name and always uses these cute, flirty names. On the other hand, Zack hardly calls me by these cute names. They are so opposite yet so similar.
"Nothing's wrong... I just want to be quiet," I replied, sounding cute.
"At last, you smiled— What's bothering you?" Zack asked.
"I was wondering... can we go to the ice cream parlour? Also, I don't know how to address you—Sir or Theo?" I lied, but I had to change the subject. I couldn't tell them what was actually bothering me. They both have done enough for me, considering I'm still a stranger. But all I do is create trouble.
"First, answer: No, it's cold here; you'll catch a chill. And secondly, why is he 'Theo' while I'm 'sir'?" Zack complained. It was my inaugural glimpse of this side of him, and I couldn't help but smile at his protest.
"You've always maintained formality with me, whereas Theo has remained decidedly informal. It's become somewhat habitual," I elucidated, ensuring to maintain my composed demeanour.
"Hmm... fair point... If there were a title to address both of us simultaneously, it would be 'Alpha', but it feels rather formal. Those who are intimate with me choose to address me by their version names. For instance, Ziwa calls me 'Zack', and 'Theo', as required. Mom refers to me as 'Zaco', Father as a 'son', and Ethan outside of work as a 'partner', while it's 'Alpha' or 'CEO' within the workplace. You, however, may refer to me as 'Amor' if you wish," he proposed with a genial smile as if to convey that calling him 'Amor' was entirely acceptable.
"Amor?" I inquired, my gaze conveying both curiosity and comprehension.
"Yes, how may I assist you?" He responded mischief twinkling in his eyes.
"Why 'Amor' and not something like 'Fur Baby,' or perhaps I could entertain a more distinguished title, such as 'the grand white wolf accompanied by a whimsical human counterpart'?" I suggested, indulging in playful banter.
"Hey, what have I done? It was his idea," Theo interjected promptly.
"When bulls fight, crops suffer... ah ah correction When humans fight, wolves suffer" I replied, playfully squinting my eyes and gesturing with a fork in his direction.
I resumed my composed demeanour, mindful of my actions. Zack graciously took my plate to the kitchen, despite my insistence that it wasn't necessary, while I tidied the table. As I prepared to retrieve my now-useless clothes, Zack drew me close to his chest, leaving just enough space for me to meet his gaze. Confusion washed over me as I met his smiling eyes, attempting to maintain a polite distance. Yet, his gentle hold proved unyielding, neither overpowering nor causing discomfort.
"Is there something you require?" I inquired, deliberately avoiding his gaze.
"Remain here," Theo directed, and I complied, feeling as though I had little say in the matter.
"You know, you could always refuse if you're uncomfortable or if I'm pushing boundaries," Zack murmured, his head resting gently on my shoulder.
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"How could I?" I whispered softly against his chest.
"Even if I were to break you down completely, go against your wishes?" he inquired, his eyes reflecting genuine concern as they met mine.
I offered a gentle smile and replied, "Even if you were to take my life."
"What kind of upbringing did you have?" His concern deepened noticeably.
His question elicited a chuckle from me. "A profoundly protective and nurturing one—the kind every soul longs for. But not everyone shared my parents' ideals. I've faced my fair share of hardships, some truly harrowing, which only amplifies my gratitude for those who embraced me as I am."
I took a moment to compose myself before speaking further. "It's not that I believe I deserve such an outcome (death) or anything of that nature. I simply grasp the rationale behind why someone who once understood and accepted my identity might contemplate such a decision," I clarified, ensuring my point was articulated clearly.
"Oh, bell bloom... you..." He paused, his words left suspended in the air. Sensing his hesitation, I chose not to prompt him further.
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We're currently immersed in refining the design and spatial layout of the library. Numerous considerations are at play, ranging from ensuring the safety of children to maximizing the utility of the available space. Additionally, there's an ongoing discussion about updating the design to incorporate modern elements, thereby facilitating a clear delineation of different historical eras represented within the space.
Recently, I stumbled upon intriguing insights regarding the longevity of shapeshifters and magic holders. Shape-shifters can thrive for up to 300 years, while magic holders can surpass that with a lifespan of 400 years. This revelation sheds light on Zack's parents, who boast a staggering age of approximately 200 years. It's no wonder there are no recent images of Rebella Rose, Zack's mother. This age-old lineage also explains the enigmatic aura surrounding Crystal Company, one of the oldest establishments in existence. This enduring legacy may be why its successors remain relatively obscure.
Before arriving here, we made a pit stop at a clothing store, where we selected a dress for me. It wasn't until now that I realized how much attention I was drawing from everyone around me. Bowing was a customary practice in this place, so I hadn't initially noticed much. However, I couldn't help but sense the disapproving glances directed my way by some of the women here.
"Is it just me, or are the ladies here giving me the cold shoulder?" I whispered to Zack, my curiosity piqued by their apparent disdain.
"It's because you're wearing my clothes," Zack replied, his tone tinged with amusement.
"Do they all know what's in your closet?" I asked, feeling perplexed by their reaction.
Zack smirked knowingly and responded, "You smell like me."
"Wait, what?" I exclaimed, taking a cautious sniff of the clothes.
"All the wolves have heightened senses, including an acute sense of smell. They think you and I... well, you know," Zack explained, a hint of laughter in his voice.
"What? But why? I showered, and your clothes were washed. How could your scent..." I trailed off, the realization slowly sinking in. "Oh, I see. But what does that have to do with them? It's your personal choice who you're with, isn't it?" I asked, feeling a bit bewildered by the situation.
"Cotton ball, as the Alpha, I'm essentially the leader of our pack. When a lady, especially someone as close to me as you are, wears my clothes, it might give off the impression that she's a potential Luna—the female leader of our group. It's quite common for some women to feel that way towards you," Theo explained patiently, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes.
His words left me reeling with a newfound understanding. "Ah, so that's why everyone around here has been treating us so differently, even the customers. Perhaps I should clarify that there's a professional dynamic at play here, and I'm not what they assume," I suggested, feeling a ripple of unease.
Theo chuckled softly. "Do you really think an Alpha would casually share his attire with just anyone, darling? I could easily purchase the entire store if ever caught in such a situation. Furthermore, it's unacceptable for an Alpha to be seen with multiple companions. Our mating system is sacred, you see."
"What's a mating system?" I asked, my curiosity piqued.
Rather than addressing my question, he deftly changed the subject.
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Even as I immersed myself in my work, thoughts of the mysterious mating system lingered. I was determined to uncover its meaning, and I had an idea – 'The Seduction'.
But it had been a while since I'd attempted anything like it. The upside was that there was no one around to witness my potentially embarrassing endeavour. Though I wasn't exactly dressed for the occasion, I took solace in my long, luscious hair which I opened. Perhaps they could work to my advantage. Armed with a file, I approached my target, ready to put my plan into action. However, before I could even begin, he shut me down with a firm "No."
"I didn't even say anything yet," I protested, feeling puzzled.
"We're at work; let's focus on that," he replied, his attention elsewhere.
Opting for a more playful approach, I hinted at the file "I wanted to ask something about the file,"
"Really?" he responded, sounding sceptical.
Feeling frustrated, I muttered, "Urgg... fine... how boring," before reluctantly returning to my work.
"Mission failed," I lamented inwardly. As I pondered potential alternatives, the idea of trading something in exchange for the information crossed my mind. But what would he want in return? I began scouring the internet for suitable gifts, only to find them all rather mundane and easily attainable. Then, in a moment of clarity, it struck me—I was in a library. I didn't need his help; I could find the information right here.
"Huh! I'm so smart," I chuckled to myself, feeling a sense of satisfaction at the realization.
I stood up with purpose, ready to undertake my mission. "Fiora," Zack called out,
Keeping my attire exuding an air of innocence. I responded promptly, meeting his gaze with determination, "Yes, sir?"
"What's cooking?" he inquired, still deeply engrossed in the intricate details of the library map sprawled before him.
"Just needed a moment to use the restroom," I replied smoothly, maintaining an air of confidence and poise.
He cast a discerning glance my way, his bi-coloured eyes probing for any hint of deception. "Crystal," Theo interjected, his voice carrying an unspoken demand for honesty.
"Well, I happen to be on my period, so a restroom break is in order," I countered, holding steadfast to my composed demeanour.
With a resigned sigh, Theo directed me toward the restroom. "This way."
Though inwardly noting that the shapeshifter section lay in the opposite direction, I nodded in acknowledgement. "Understood," I affirmed to Zack before making my way toward the restroom. Catching my reflection in the mirror, frustration bubbled to the surface. "I'd trade this cumbersome ability to control fire for the freedom of flight any day," I muttered under my breath, vexed by the limitations of my powers.
As the words left my lips, a realization dawned upon me. While I might not possess the ability to fly, I did possess the agility of The Flash. With silent steps, I could navigate through the danger zone undetected. Peeking cautiously out of the door, I surveyed my path, preparing myself for action. In the blink of an eye, I reached my destination, my movements swift and silent. Peering from behind the cupboard, I found Zack still engrossed in the map. Mentally congratulating myself, I began my search for information on wolves in the shapeshifter section, uncovering a plethora of valuable insights.
"This is going to take days," I silently berated myself, face-palming in frustration. Hastily scanning the books before me, I searched for anything that might be of use. One title stood out amidst the rows: 'Rituals of Shapeshifter Wolves.' Intrigued, I seized the book, hoping it held valuable information. Glancing briefly at Zack to ensure he remained engrossed, I breathed a silent sigh of relief. Opening the book, I quickly found the section titled 'History of Mating Rituals,' my heart racing with anticipation as I began to read.
'The saga began amidst the intricate dynamics of wolf couples, where the search for alternatives ignited a sinister cascade of events. Exploiting their mates for personal gain became all too common, with some descending to the depths of depravity, even resorting to murder in pursuit of new romantic conquests. Tragically, the anguish became unbearable for some, leading to instances of suicide as an escape from the relentless torment. Meanwhile, the innocent offspring bore the brunt of this turmoil, enduring harm and suffering amidst the tumult of their parents' struggles.
Over the next few pages, the narrative unfolded amidst a series of haunting images depicting the plight of wolves. These illustrations didn't discriminate based on gender; instead, they portrayed a significant number of males and even innocent children subjected to torture and torment. With each turn of the page, the reader is confronted by scenes of anguish, the distorted forms of the suffering creatures serving as stark reminders of the cruelty within their world.
After it read:- Despite the darkness depicted, hints of resilience and determination emerged, offering a glimmer of hope amidst the despair. To address the escalating turmoil, the esteemed elders of the Crystal Pack, one of the most prominent wolf packs on Earth, convened under the eerie glow of the blood moon. They entreated their moon goddess with solemn reverence for guidance, seeking a remedy to the widespread suffering.
In response to their fervent prayers, a divine solution emerged: the creation of a sacred bond between wolf couples known as the "mate bond." This mystical union, forged during the completion of mating rituals, bound partners together in unbreakable loyalty. Upon the fulfilment of these sacred rites, both individuals bore a visible mark, signifying the completion of the bond.
Yet, the mate bond offered more than mere physical symbolism. It bestowed upon partners a profound connection, enabling them to share in each other's joys and sorrows. However, this bond also carried a potent deterrent against infidelity. Should either partner entertain thoughts of straying, both would experience pain, albeit with greater severity inflicted upon the transgressor.
Thus, the mate bond stood as a formidable safeguard, ensuring the fidelity and sanctity of partnership within the wolf community.
Some pages detailed the completion signs of mate bonds, adorned with various symbols such as wolves, stars, and intricate patterns. Meanwhile, other sections delved into the explicit intricacies of mating, leaving me feeling as if my cheeks were set ablaze. Just as I attempted to swiftly move on to the next chapter on bond breakage, I found myself ensnared between two powerful arms. His breath, warm against the nape of my neck, sent a flurry of sensations coursing through me, his voice resonating with a primal allure.
"Weren't you in the washroom?" he whispered, his words dripping with a potent blend of desire and hunger
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Word count:- 3200
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Date:- 14/04/2024