Mystical Saga - The beginning

38. Connecting link 2 (F)

A/N

This story is unedited so apologies for grammatical and spelling errors if any.

_____****____

Fiora (POV)

"I have a question."

"Go on," Zack replied, his voice gentle and inviting.

"Does that mean I will also have a mate in this world somewhere?" I asked, my curiosity tinged with a hint of apprehension.

"Yes, of course," he answered, his smile warm and reassuring.

A wave of disappointment washed over me, my heart sinking. "I don't want to meet him," I mumbled, barely meeting his gaze.

"Why?" he asked, his brows furrowing in confusion, his concern evident.

I hesitated, my thoughts a jumble. "Because... I... I like..." I stumbled over my words, my feelings a chaotic mess. "I don't know," I finally said, my voice barely above a whisper. I turned abruptly and walked out of the room, my emotions swirling like a storm within me, leaving Zack behind, his confusion palpable.

I reached the hallway, my steps faltering as I tried to process the whirlwind of emotions. The idea of having a destined mate felt overwhelming, especially when my heart seemed pulling me in a different direction. I leaned against the wall, taking a deep breath to steady myself. The thought of confronting these feelings scared me, yet it also made me realize how deeply Zack had already affected me.

Zack followed me, his footsteps were soft yet insistent. "Fiora," he called out, his voice filled with worry and tenderness.

"You don't like the idea of having a predestined mate?" Zack asked, his eyes searching mine for the truth.

"It's not that," I began, struggling to find the right words. "I just don't know... what if he doesn't like me? Or what if he's scared of me? I still turn into a fire cannon sometimes."

He listened thoughtfully, then nodded. "You don't have to worry about that. He's your mate. He'll understand you and love you more than he could ever love himself," he said, walking towards the theatre room.

I furrowed my brows, feeling a mix of confusion and curiosity. "Why are you so sure?" I asked, trailing behind him.

"Experience," he replied, his voice laced with a cocky confidence.

"What? You found your mate?" I asked, my shock evident in my tone.

"Yes, I did," he answered calmly.

"Does she know about me?" My heart pounded with concern.

"Yes, she does," he said, his demeanour unchanged.

"You're cheating on her?" I felt anger rising within me.

"No, I'm not. Why would I?" he said, his confidence unwavering.

"Then what we did isn't considered cheating in your book?" I asked, my irritation growing.

"No, of course not," he replied nonchalantly.

"Then what is it?" I demanded, my frustration peaking.

"It's called sharing love," he said, a sly grin on his face.

"You're disgusting," I spat, preparing to leave the room.

Zack moved swiftly, pulling me by the waist and whispering into my ear, "I'm just messing around." His warm breath sent shivers down my spine, like a drug I couldn't resist.