Chapter 4. The Firestarter

Cal is once again acting monstrous towards her in front of him.

Before his eyes. In his very presence. In a fucking bright afternoon, where all can hear Sasha’s distorted shriek and cry to stop.

The Alpha is hurting her—the woman he promised to protect even with his last breath. The young lady whom Warner Forster left in his care.

Yet he failed. He failed to protect her and even show his love for her other than the lustful thrusts his cock has made inside her. And now, Cal is playing with her, torturing her with his every breath. Cal had long been torturing her ever since he seized the crown and throne from Alpha Ariel, Ansel’s beloved father, and proclaimed himself as the ‘rightful’ leader of the Fire Moon Pack.

He has brought this upon her—upon both of them. All he thinks is about himself: his honor, his name, his reputation as a Beta and the supposed heir of the Alpha if Cal didn’t slit his father’s throat.

Cal is a murderer and a rapist.

And such wolves deserve to be burned into ashes, carried by the wind to the Verdean Forest and spread in the currents of the Wintra River.

Cal deserves to die. He deserves to be devoured by flames. He deserves to die in Ansel’s own hands, with anger and fury guiding him in every step.

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Ansel was known as The Firestarter—because that’s what he literally is. What he fucking do.

Though he is not the only one that possesses it, he’s one of the famous one who have it. Even if Cal is the Alpha, he does not have flames running in his veins.

The Fire Moon Pack’s element is fire, obviously. The Shadow Rose Pack’s gifts are shadows, able to cloak themselves in darkness rendering them invisible. The Night Storm Pack…well, Ansel envy their gifts since they are the one with the most number of gifted wolves. Some have power over rain and water while others have power over lightning, ice, and wind. He only heard that only less than a dozen of them among their pack’s history that possesses all of the said gifts of the Night Storm Pack.

Even though with all of that, Ansel have gained the upper hand—he has the power over flames and fire, can even protect himself—both in wolf and human form—from the scorching killer element. In short, he can produce fire and is immune to fire.

The face of his best friend pulled him back to the present. Sasha’s shrieks keep on echoing inside the room, ringing in his ears.

And he is still beneath Giro’s foot.

But he couldn’t do anything but watch. Frozen to where he is situated, stomaching the terrible fate his best friend—his first and childhood love—has endured. Will endure as long as Cal is alive.

‘What kind of a best friend am I?!’ Ansel clenched his fists, his courage drifting away again. Giro let go of him and he slowly stepped backward until a rigid surface made its presence known to him. Ansel has hit the wall, and he has no chance of turning back as Cal has ordered him to watch, to listen, to witness Sasha’s punishment.

Because Sasha did not only claimed to broke the ancient vase, she also cut the half of Cal’s dick!

But he could not keep the anger inside him. The thing that keeps growing and coiling in his heart sparked once again. He could not stop it from boiling and simmering, like an ember in the ashes that slowly turns to a raging fire.

‘I am The Firestarter,’ Ansel declared to himself. ‘I must be the start of the fire.’

Ansel Vaughn unclenched his fists, the smoke in his breath became rapid. Lights began to flicker and the scent of flames began to flood the air.

Cal halted for a heartbeat, noticing the bizarre smell. “What is that?”

Sasha only shook her head, clinging to her breasts that are repeatedly being crushed by Cal’s palms.

“What is that, Ansel?” The Alpha turned to him, bare and naked.

Sasha did not waste any second and smashed the vase beside the table in Cal’s head.

She did not move any minute after that. Her wrist is tightly wrapped by Cal’s powerful and bloody hand and her hair on the other. “You bitch!”

“ENOUGH!!!” Ansel’s shrill thundered in the room and to the Omegas and Slaves outside, making them lift their head to the Alpha’s quarters. “I said enough!” Ansel did not so much as back down. Instead, he sauntered forward, stopping a few inches from Cal.

The broken Sasha lowered her head. Her simple and clear amber eyes sang with pain and sorrows, of torture and tears. “Let her go, Cal.”

The Alpha clicked his tongue in dismay. “Really Ansel? Is that how you address your Alpha after saving your throat last year?”

Ansel let out a sigh, “Shut up, Cal. You are a murderer and a rapist. You. Are. Not. An. Alpha. ”

Cal Steele curled his eyebrows and grinned like a bloody wolf. “Okay, then.”

Sasha ran towards Ansel, behind him. His body is a shelter from her weak one from the beast breathing across the room. “So is this part of your couple enactment where you act as his knight in shining jeans?”

But even before Cal could punch Ansel in the face, the bed beside the Alpha burst into flames. The hungry fire devoured anything that hindered its way, climbing to the walls and the ceiling. Until the bedroom of Cal Steele was engulfed in flames, shining with fire in every corner and every inch.

Giro, who could barely summon an ember yet can still remain unharmed around the brutality of the flames, gave Cal a middle finger. But Ansel…he did not so much as flinch as he wrapped his body around Sasha. As if he himself was made of fire and embers, smoke and flames.

He is The Firestarter.

And today, he just proved to the so-called Alpha Cal that he is more than that—that he is the King of Fire, whose very blood burns with ravishing flames.