Help! Five Beast Alphas Want To Breed Me!!(BL)-Chapter 200: You’re Forgiven

Zephan;

I have replayed this conversation in my head a thousand times. Along with it, I replayed that night.

The way Elián’s scent hit me like a drug, the way reason shattered into shards of hunger, the way his eyes widened in fear... because of me.

How petrified he looked because of me. I’ve wanted to rip that memory from my chest ever since it happened, but I can’t. Every time I look at him, I am reminded of the horrible thing I almost did to him.

Assault is a wicked thing and no one should be subjected to it. Not for any reason. Especially not because they’re an Omega.

I could see the discomfort in his eyes when he looked at me during the welcoming ceremony. I haven’t seen him in so long, and all I wanted to do was just... hold him. However, the look in his eyes told me that wouldn’t be the best move.

Yet here I am, standing outside his chamber door, with my heart racing like a boy facing judgment.

Inside, I can hear light laughter. Elián and Alana are discussing something.

I steady myself and knock lightly on the door.

It all goes silent, then Alana whispers to Elián in a teasing tone.

"Another visitor?" she says.

"You must be a well-loved bride, Master Elián." She adds, and I smile despite myself.

I like the relationship she has formed with Elián. I see that under her company, he’s slowly becoming less guarded.

"Come in," she calls, and I swallow before gently pushing the door open.

I step in, and the first thing that attracts my gaze is Elián.

He’s sitting on a cushioned bench by the window with his hands perched on his lap and a gentle smile on his face. My heart skips a beat and I feel shivers run through me.

With the setting sun’s light spilling over him like that... he looks like a dream. There are flowers woven into his brown hair. His cheeks and lips have been colored with subtle blush colours that make his pure eyes pop.

His robe, layered in white and brown silk, shimmers faintly under the light.

He looks almost unreal... like something gods would sculpt and hide away for fear of mortal greed.

My eyes travel back up to his, and when our eyes meet, the small, uncertain smile he had earlier disappears. Replaced by an uneasiness hat cuts me deeper than any blade.

Alana blinks in surprise on seeing me, and then quickly bows.

"Alpha Zephan," she mutters softly, and I turn to her.

"I... I’ll take my leave." She adds, and when she says that, I notice Eliàn’s eyes widen like he’s about to protest.

Alana briskly leaves the room and as the door closes behind her, I listen to the fabric of Elián’s robe rustle as he stands up.

He stares at me cautiously as he moves away from the bench.

"What... bring you here, Alpha Zephan?" He questions, and I clear my throat, suddenly aware of every heartbeat in my chest.

"You look..." My voice cracks, and I have to look away before finishing softly,

"You look radiant," I add, and there’s silence.

I look back at him and find that he’s already pressing his thumbs together. That thing he does with his fingers every time he’s nervous.

I should say what I came to and get the fuck out of his hair. He’s clearly uncomfortable with me here.

"Eliàn, I came to..." I begin but gulp. "I came to say something I should’ve said long ago..." I begin, and he flinches. Slightly... but enough for me to notice. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

I take a step towards him, but stop. I shouldn’t be too close. It’s not my intention to scare him.

"That night..." I begin quietly with guilt nearly stealing my voice.

"I was not myself. I had never come across pheromones like yours, and I lost control... But that is no excuse. What I did... almost did... was unforgivable." I force the words out, and his eyes flick up at me.

I can’t bear to hold his gaze, so I look away in shame.

"I didn’t know how to handle what I felt, or what you made me feel. But I want you to know, Elián... I would never hurt you. Not now, not ever. You don’t have to forgive me, I only want you to know that I am... ashamed of what I did." I add as I look down at the ground.

I let out a shaky breath, and force a weak smile. I know he may not forgive and right now that’s a luxury I can’t dare ask for, but I don’t want him to see me as a monster.

I hate the way he looked at me. I hate how scared he seems around me all because of a moment of weakness... I need him to know that night has hunted me since it happened.

"Elián, I know I’m not the best of men, but I’m not the kind who takes what isn’t freely given..." I push as I finally muster the courage to look back at him.

He still stays silent, but the rigidness in his shoulders begins to thaw like snow under the sun.

Realising he might not say anything to me, I reach into the small pouch with me, and pull out the small object I spent three long nights carving.

I hold it out to him, and he blinks at it in stunned silence.

It a little figurine, shaped like a flower in bloom, I adorned its petals with glittering crystals that shimmer faintly under the setting sun outside.

"Here," I whisper. "I couldn’t think of something worthy enough to double as an apology and wedding gift... so I made this. It’s what I see every time I look at you. A beautiful, faultless flower." I explain, and Elián stares at the figurine as if it holds the world inside it.

His lips part slightly, but no words come out.

I chuckle nervously as I begin to wonder if to take the figuring back, or leave my hands still outstretched between us.

"I’ve ruined enough moments already. I just wanted to give you this... and wish you a happy married life before going back to the capital." I say, and he looks back up at my face.

My heart falls when I realise he just might not want my gift. A bitter smile splits my fav, and I bow deeply. Lower than my pride would usually allow.

"I’m truly sorry, Elián," I whisper before standing up straight and just as I turn to leave... before I can even reach the door, soft fingers clasp around my wrist.

I freeze.

His touch is light but firm. Gentle but unapologetically demanding my attention.

I turn back, and he’s standing close to me... closer than I dared to hope he would be today. His red eyes meet mine, clear and searching.

"Zephan..." he murmurs with his voice so soft it twists something inside me.

He suddenly rises on his toes, leans forward, and presses his lips gently against my cheek.

The kiss is brief... like a petal brushing past one’s cheek... but it feels like redemption.

When he pulls back, there’s a faint smile on his face, and it makes my heart flutter.

"You’re forgiven," he says simply, and I blink at him.

For a moment, I forget how to breathe. My heart slams against my ribs, and I feel disbelief erupt inside me.

"R-really?" I question in shock and he chuckles as he takes the flower sculpture from me.

"Yes, really. That’s the most sincere, and less arrogant I’ve ever seen or heard you be. I’ve never seen a snake sulk before. It was quite cute. I couldn’t say no." He teases, and I smile, glad that his usual spunk is back.

I want to tease him about being so cocky, but I don’t. I just watch him clutch the little figurine to his chest like a treasure.

"You really shouldn’t be so kind," I finally manage to whisper with my voice breaking, and he raises a brow at me.

"When you ask so nicely, you make that hard for me." He replies and I can’t fight my smile.

He forgave me? So... easily? Is he in a good mood or am I truly forgiven?

That too, so easily...

"You sculpted this?" He questions pulling me back to earth, and I nod.

"I didn’t know you could do that." He notes, and I smile.

"Zethar taught me," I reply and his brows lift as he traces his fingers around the petals.

"Ohh... this is so detailed." He notes, and I nod. Proud of how much work I put in.

"Want me to explain the details to you?" I question, pushing my luck, and Elian’s eyes light up as he nods at me.

"Mm-hmm" he replies, biting into his lower lip while nodding like an excited child and I smile as I move over to him.

Koda sure is lucky that he gets to marry a heart and soul as gentle as Elián’s.

And in the same way... we’re all lucky we found him.

Our precious although amusingly chaotic little light.

Elián Ashfang