Alpha King of Water

UNVEILED KING WATER’S FEELINGS I

ZARYA’S POV

The door opened of King Water’s chamber. There was no change in his room. His swivel chair, headphones, bed, closet, the color of the wall… it was all the same. He held my hand and slowly walked to the drawer. He pulled its handle and gave me a light green notebook. At first, I just stared at it and I could not understand why he was giving me that.

“Handle it, my cock is hardening. Make it fast.”

I chuckled so hard when he had a wince on his face. “Being a good man, huh?”

“Yeah, for my entire life, I prevented to fuck you. Just go and read it.” He turned his back on me. He sat on his swivel chair and watched me go near him. He pulled me front my waist and placed me on his lap. I could feel the bump in his pants. Poor King Water.

“Open it.” He whispered as he buried his face in my back.

When I flipped the notebook, I was started for a moment. The first page said, “For Zarya only. You will die if you are not Zarya.” I looked back at him. “So, if other people open it without your permission, they will die?”

“Hmm. The power of the element water is used in that. Good luck to them.”

“What if it was just an accident?”

“Pardon, then.”

I moved my head from left to right. He was unbelievable. I flipped another page of the paper. Another shocking word came out from it.

“The night you left, I talked to Khal. His mother left everything in the diary. That thing became the keeper of her secret and the memories of the past. I thought, by doing the same, you’ll understand, everything about me. Not taking too much of my saliva.”

“So, this is a diary?” I wanted to laugh so loud. Hali was not a romantic man. Diary was not his thing, it would vomit him, but he still did for me?

“Isn’t it obvious?” The sarcasm was in his voice.

He wrapped his hands on my waist and intertwined his palms on my belly. “Hurry. My cock is waiting for you, or you wanna bury it to you before you read that?”

I chuckled halfway as I adjusted my body to face the side and circled my arms on his nape. “Later, Asshole.”

*****

Dear Poor Little Thing,

I don’t know what the shit I’m doing, but I caught myself taking the pen and notebook to write this for you. You left tonight, minutes without you is like drying. Making me insane. I can’t stand another minute without you. Sounds cheesy and I hate it, Fucker.

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I looked at him with my two eyebrows up. “You wrote this after I leave?”

“It says. Didn’t you read well? You have low comprehension.”

I slapped his shoulder. “You are rude!”

“It’s just…” He looked away. “I’m embarrassed.”

I could not count how many times I chuckled for tonight. I just felt the happiness in my chest that I longed for the past five years. His looks were like a kid whose lollipop was stolen from him. Actually, his features did not change, even his mature look almost did not appear. He was still like him when I disappeared.

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Day 1

Dear Poor Little Thing,

First day without you. I went to the Human World to check on your friend, Serenity. She’s doing good. Tan Tan was also there, living with her, so someone will look before her. I hope you are doing great. Me? I am surviving the day.

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I looked at the other pages, it was probably one thousand eight hundred twenty-five pages as to related to five years without me. So, every single day, he had notes for me. If there was a word sweeter than sweet, I would use that for him.

He lifted me in his arms and then brought me to the bed. We hugged each other while we were laying. I still continue reading the book. He rested his face on my shoulder while his hands were on my small body. “Can you hurry? I can’t take my cock anymore. It’s painful.”

I laughed a little and then kissed his lips. “A sec, Asshole.”

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Day 15

Dear Poor Little Thing,

It’s midnight. A while ago, I decided not to continue this diary and just burn it, but here I was, sitting at the swivel chair while writing. You crossed my mind. I couldn’t sleep.

You are driving me crazy. Don’t worry. I will be okay. I just maybe need to get used without you.

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Day 25

Dear Poor Little Thing,

There is a red moon in the sky. It’s like a bloody one, just like the night I took you. I want you to know I regret doing that. I regret owning you without your consent.

I’m not a bad person. I just… want you that much. One day, you’ll read this and you’ll make fun of me.

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I had no idea why automatically the tears from my eyes welled up. He really likes me from the very beginning. Maybe, I just did not trust him, his feelings, and his words because he was too cruel.

I gazed at him, I touched his cheek. He fell asleep while waiting for me. “Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” I knew he would not answer me. I could hear his snoring. It seemed like he was so tired today.

I focused my attention on the notebook again. I should read this all.

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Day 30

Dear Poor Little Thing,

I made it through the month. In the morning, I was with my brother, Raiden. He showed me a variety of romance books. I didn’t want it, but after I started reading, it wasn’t too awful. I was with Pyro at noon, listening to the music on his piano. He was about to curse me for staying until the afternoon. I spent the night with Zephyrus. We went to the bar, but trust me, I didn’t fuck pussies. I drank until I got drunk and then slept. Sounds incredible. That was how my day ended.

Still miss you.This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

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Day 50

Dear Poor Little Thing,

Chaos at the Elemental Kingdom. I brought Sera to the Human World. She begged for me to bring her to Froy. She didn’t want me to marry her. So did I. Raiden and I fought for my decision, but I didn’t care. All I liked was to protect Froy’s heart. They loved each other. They should be together.

Us, when will we see each other again? It’s day 50, too long to travel before I finally touch you.

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Day 63

Dear Poor Little Thing,

I had a breakdown. It was too much. I was having a tough time. My head was getting dark, and messy. I couldn’t concentrate on the meeting discussion of the alpha kings. Your face… spinning inside my brain.

I am scared to forget the details of your face.

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Day 70

Dear Poor Little Thing,

It’s Freedom Day. I had no plan, not until when Fira knocked on my chamber. Don’t get jealous. Fira is Pyro’s woman. She sought help for me, asking me about Pyro’s like. I just said she’s the only thing Pyro likes. King Fire did not love materials, except his piano. Fira’s presence is the greatest gift for him.

I at times envy them for having an up and down relationship, but they stay. Us, I don’t know. I am not a romantic guy. Should I ask you for a date once you come home?