Help! Five Beast Alphas Want To Breed Me!!(BL)-Chapter 207: What Are You??

Zephan;

My heart races against me in my chest as I slither with Elian in my arms.

It feels like we’re leaving behind a burning world. And to be honest, that feels very accurate.

Two of my brothers are badly injured. I wonder if they’ll be okay, but I can not stay to confirm that they will be.

I know what it’s like to live without a mother. I don’t want Koda to be forced to live like that, but there is nothing I can do to help.

To think that this was supposed to be a night of celebration. How could things go so bad, so fast? Couldn’t Father see this coming!??

I thought he always had spies and eyes everywhere. How could he miss this??

As I move with Elian still trashing in my arms, I watch flames eat through the roofs, hear screams twist through the smoke, and children crying about in search of their parents.

How could those people do this?? Why would witches and warlocks attack Gravemaw??

What for??

Elian’s screams tear into my ears as his small fists pound against my back, but I hold him tight. His body keeps thrashing like a trapped bird, but I don’t dare let go.

His nails rake across my back with his voice hoarse from crying, but I’d be damned if I let go of him.

"Let me go! I want to go back! I want to go to Cassia!" He screams, and I sigh as we get to the castle grounds.

"Elian..." My voice breaks as I pant.

"Father told me to take you! The warlock might come back!" I try to reason with him as I slither to the east wing, with him still struggling.

"I don’t care! I don’t care!" he shouts, his words dissolving into sobs.

"You’re taking me away from her! I hate you...!" He screams, and I hold him tighter, ignoring the hot sting spreading down my ribs and tail from where that warlock’s magic hit me earlier.

Blood flows freely down my tail, sticky and warm, but there’s no time to stop. If those bastards are coming back, Elian better not be here.

"Hold on," I rasp, more to myself than him. My lungs burn as I fling the hatch doors open, and I’m confronted by stairs going down, and I groan.

Slithering down these stairs with this massive tear in my side is going to be hell. But what choice do I have?

I’m torn out of my thoughts when Elian starts twisting again, sobbing against my shoulder, as he screams. The sound guts me.

But I can not grant Elian his wish. Clearly, he sees Cassia as his mother, too. The woman has that effect on people. Her death would be a loss to so many.

I hope she makes it. I really hope she does...

I continue down the stairs and the weaves of the underground, following the vibrations and relying on my sense of smell.

By the time I see the signal torch burning in the distance, at the end of the tunnels, my tail is almost numb.

Soldiers rush to me, and the carriage door swings open.

"Over here! Quickly!" Graveman soldiers shout, and I struggle to stay conscious as I clutch Elian tighter.

"Please! Please, no, I can save her! Let me save her, Zephan!! Don’t take me away. Please!" He screams as we get into the carriage, and I’ve had enough.

"Enough!" I snap at him, with my voice louder than I mean it to be.

His tear-streaked face goes still as I set him sitting on my tail, facing me. Guilt slams through me when I see the sorrow in his eyes, and immediately, I soften my tone.

"I’m sorry. But you need to be logical. There is nothing you can do to help her. She has Father with her. Your safety is important. If you love Koda, you will try your best to stay alive for him." I add, and he goes silent. Just trembling breaths now... and silent tears.

The horses lurch forward before the door even closes. His lower lip pushes out softly as his lips tremble.

"Is she going to die?" He croaks, and ignoring the weakness and numbness I feel consuming me, I shake my head in negation.

"No..." I whisper, but it is more of a prayer than an answer.

I press a hand to my side, and when I pull it up, it’s completely covered in my blood.

Fuck! How much blood have I lost?

Elian notices my blood-stained hand before I can hide it, and his eyes widen.

Although they’re still glassy from crying, they are suddenly filled with a different kind of fear.

"Y-your bleeding has gotten worse," he whispers, and I take a deep breath.

"It’s nothing," I reply, trying to sound okay, but my voice trembles.

"It’s not nothing!" He screams as he grabs my hand, his small fingers trembling.

"You...You’ve lost so much blood!" He exclaims, and I shake my head, forcing a smile that tastes like iron.

"I’ve had worse," I reply, but he can tell that I’m lying.

I haven’t had worse. I have never lost this much blood. It feels like I’m going to die if I dare close my eyes...

He moves closer before I can come up with another lie, and my brows crease as he presses himself against me, wrapping his arms around my torso where the cut stretches down to the side of my tail.

"Elian, don’t..." I begin, but he cuts me off.

"Please," he sobs. "Please stop bleeding. Please stop dying." He cries, and my throat goes dry.

My vision is fading.

Fuck... is this... is this how I die?

I can’t die. If I make that mistake, Zethar is going to start a fucking war.

I can’t die...

"Elian..." I call as I try to move my hand, but to my horror, I realise that I’m too weak to move it.

No... No, no, no!! I can feel myself drifting off...

"If I can’t save Cassia, I’ll save you." I hear Elian cry as he hugs me tighter, and I groan in pain.

Just then, something starts glowing.

At first, I think I’m hallucinating from blood loss. But no... I’m seeing right.

Light begins to gather between Elian and me.. Soft, golden, bright. It feels like warmth pressing into my bones. My breath catches as the pain that was clawing up my side begins to fade. The heat of it lessens, replaced by... ease.

Elian’s sobs slow as his body trembling against mine.

"Don’t die... don’t die..." He whispers, and I watch in sunned silence as the torn flesh of my side begins to pull itself together. The blood stops flowing out of me, and the wound seals.

I blink back at Elian, who’s still pressed against me, and I remember.

Earlier, with Rhydian. I was certain that he was dying. His fur was turning black, but seconds after Elian touched him, his fur returned to normal.

I initially thought Father was the one who did something...

But it was Elian??

He... he can... he heals. He... what!?? How? What...

The light that gathered between us fades as quietly as it came, and I feel Elian go limp against me.

"Elian..." I whisper, my voice breaking as I call out his name, and to my horror, he doesn’t answer.

His small frame is still pressed against me, breathing shallowly. His breathing is too weak for my liking.

I pull him back, my heart pounding as fear claws up my throat.

"Elian?" I call again, and his eyelids flutter. He looks up at me through damp lashes and exhaustion. His face is pale but peaceful.

"You..." I stare down at my side in shock. There isn’t even a scar left behind. How is that possible?? My throat tightens as I look back up at him.

"You healed me?" I speak in disbelief, and he blinks slowly, as if he barely heard me.

His lips part, but no words come out, and just then, he loses consciousness.

"Elian!" I catch him before he hits the floor of the carriage. His head falls limp against my arm, and panic rips through me.

"No, no, no, don’t you dare... Elian, open your eyes!" I scream, but I get no response.

I quickly search for the stop signal in the carriage, and I find the white piece of cloth neatly tucked into the wall.

I grab it and swing it furiously outside my carriage in fear.

The carriage soon comes to a stop, and before any of the soldiers can run up to the carriage, I poke my head out and scream.

"Get me water, now!"

In a few seconds, and bottle is handed to me, but I don’t know what to do with it.

I can only stare at the boy in my arms... this small, fragile young man who just did something no healer I’ve ever known can do.

His breathing is faint but steady, and his fingers are still curled around one of mine, as if refusing to let go even in unconsciousness.

I brush the hair from his face, feeling the tremor in my own hands.

"Elian..." I whisper in fear

"What are you?" I question rhetorically before deciding to give him a bit of water to drink.

I don’t know if it’ll help.

I hope we get to Nagari in time.

The pain is gone. I’m whole again. But my heart won’t stop racing.

I tighten my hold around him, and whisper into his hair, as fear, guilt, confusion and panic surge through me.

"Please... don’t die on me. Please, Elian..."