Alpha King of Water

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ZARYA’S POV

He held my hips and threw me on the bed, it dipped due to my weight. I moved backward with the fear running to my system. He uncovered his face by removing his hoodie and mask. If he is not my family’s killer. Possibly, I fell in love with his features. I think he is younger than me. He is having a baby face.

“Just kill me!” My sob was getting louder as he looked at me with his intense eyes.

I did not want to die with the abuse of whoever he was. I would accept my last time in this world when he kills me the same as how my family died.

I stared directly into his eyes. Although my vision was blurred, I could clearly see his emotion. I concluded that he did not like what he was doing.

“Cut my head like what you did to my family! Please…” I rubbed both my palms, knelt down on the bed, and burst out crying.

My life has no purpose. It doesn’t make sense now.

I moved my face down to glance at my father and brother. Dad was bathing in blood while his face was on the floor. Zay, my poor little brother had separated his head. I could feel the ache in my chest, the heaviness that was intensifying.

He showed me how merciless he was. He took off his upper clothes and went towards me. I moved backward until I reached the headboard of the bed.

“Ahh! Please, don’t! Please!” I tried everything that I could to fight. I slapped him, kicked and punched him. However, it was not affecting him. I screamed so loud when he pinned both of my hands above my head.

“I don’t wanna die like this. You can hit me with the sword.” I stopped a bit, gazed into his face. From his eyes, nose, and lips. I was a smart student. I will never forget his looks. Even though I had no percentage of escaping from this darkness. There was something in my heart saying that my photographic memory could be used in the future.

He brought his face down. I started to scream again. I was doing uncoordinated movements, moving from side to side, raising my feet, and kicking him. My fighting defense was not impactful to him. He was strong.

When his lips touched mine, the room was covered with my shout that even my ears were being destroyed with my own noise. I could hear the laughter outside as if they were happy with the suffering of others.

My throat was aching as I continued pleading, shouting, and fighting, but I was confused. He was not reckless, his kiss was gentle and he did not even touch my private parts. I paused, protesting and glued my eyes to his face.

He went down to my ear and whispered, “Shout so loud and plead to me. Trust me, it can save you.”

I was curious about what he just said. Is he not going to rape me? Like what I was expecting?

My eyes went to his wrist. The symbol of the tribal black wolf was retained in my mind. My body trembled as he cupped my cheek, and removed the tears using his thumb. “Act like I’m raping you. Don’t give a silent atmosphere. They might know.”

“Why are you doing this?” My voice cracked.

He shrugged his shoulders. “Nobody deserves this.”

After a few seconds of just looking at each other, I began to scream again. It was easy to do because I was performing theater on our campus.

He slapped my shoulder making a sound of skin-to-skin contact. I did everything to make my response compatible with that. “Ouch! It hurts! Don’t do this, please! Ahhh!”

It was true that it hurt me, he was hitting my shoulder hard. He was a warrior and even if it was weak to him, it was painful to me. We created a sound of a shaking bed and a most brutal happening inside that room. I had no clue why I was listening to him when in fact, I did not know him.

One second, I wanted to die and then after a minute I liked to survive and if I did…I’ll make them suffer. I’ll be the bravest werewolf that they would curse and wish that they were never born.

We made a super loud scream as if he reached his pleasure and I was having difficulty breathing. He stood up, grabbed the lantern on the side table, and broke it to the floor, causing a fire.

“Dive into the window and don’t show your face ever again to any member of Black Wolves Pack.” He turned his back to me.

I viewed his dorsal for a second. I walked to the window and then gazed at my father and then at my brother. The tears welled up again as if they would not stop.

I was about to stomp on the cement, I paused when I heard him talking. “My name is…Jace.”

“I’m Zarya,” And I’ll be your scariest nightmare. I continued my lines just inside my head.

I glared at his back into the deadliest sharp look ever.

If you think that saving me will vanish your guilt for killing my father. Then, you are wrong. Thank you for the information. Now I know what pack you are and who is the person that I will find in my comeback.

Once again, I grabbed the images of my father and brother and inserted them into my head. Their position, what they have been through, and what happened on this night.

I stood on the window, changed into my wolf form, and jumped. I watched the burning of our house and heard the most irritating laughter that they were bursting out.

Jace was peeking at me on the window, he nodded his head. So did I.

I ran and ran, tripled my speed. Luckily, I did not forget the way to the Elemental Kingdom. I passed to the dim woods with fear in my heart due to the howling of wolves. I endured my dread in the dark.

When I arrived at the Elemental Kingdom, I shifted into a human form. I saw King Fire, walking in the front yard. I was about to walk closer to him, but he was too fast, it seemed like he was worn out.

I hid at the back of the tree when guards passed by.

“Why are you hiding?”

My eyes widened as I viewed King Water sitting on the big rock. He was behind me. When I faced him, he stared at my boobs.

“Nice breast.”

I covered my private parts. I forgot. I was completely naked due to shifting from wolf to human.

The tears immediately rolled from my eyes. “Please help me. They killed my family.”

His eyebrow knitted. “Sure, but I don’t help without an exchange. What can you offer?”

I looked down, facing the grass. I had nothing to pay back. What should I do?

“Ah?” He walked closer to me. “You’ve nothing to give?”

A silence filled the air. He touched my chin, moved my head up, and stared at my face for so long. “You can…” He gazed at my feet, going up to my chest, “propose your body. What do you think?”