Help! Five Beast Alphas Want To Breed Me!!(BL)-Chapter 270: Elien Is Mine
BALINAR;
The room still smells like him.
Faintly... barely... but enough to make my teeth grind together as I step inside.
Dust settles where his knees once touched the ground...
The walls keep the echoes of his breath trapped in their veins and they release it as I walk in.
Even the stones seem to remember the tremor of his voice when he used to answer me quietly, stubbornly... beautifully.
I close the door behind me and, for a moment, I just... breathe.
The air is stale. Cold from disuse. But beneath all that, there is that familiar, haunting fragrance...
The scent of the only Omega who ever dared to defy me.
Elien.
My fingertips trail along the edge of the table where he used to kneel, his wrists chained, his head bowed only because I pressed it down.
Not because he was weak.
Not because he feared me.
But because he refused to break unless I forced him... He never bowed to me. Not willingly at least...
He was a defiant little thing. A temptation I could never rid myself of...
The memory of him steals a breath from me, and I shut my eyes.
Gods, he was beautiful.
I walk further into the room, my boots silent against the dark stone floor. The curtains remain half-torn from the last time he tried to claw his way out. I never repaired them. I wanted them that way—
A reminder of the day he realised escape was hopeless.
...A reminder of the moment his spirit cracked just enough to let me touch it. And oh, how beautiful it was...
I reach the far wall, to the hooks where I used to keep the tools. Not crude whips like common brutes use...
No. Every instrument in here, I crafted with, a d for precision... Control... Art.
I pick one up, and the memory of its abilities causes warmth to spread through me.
It’s a narrow obsidian rod with a silver handle.
Elien hated this one.
Not because it caused pain—he could endure pain longer than any Omega I’d ever taken.
No... he hated it because he refused to make a sound, and this tool, this beautiful little thing, was the only one that ever tore a cry from him.
Just once...
Just once did he break... only for a fraction.
But the sound...?
Ah. The sound...
A soft, broken gasp that cracked at the end.
It still rings in my memory like a prayer.
My grip on the rod tightens.
Elien.
My little moon-eyed weapon.
My perfect, precious, impossible Omega...
I walk to the narrow cot where he used to sleep—if one could call it sleep.
Of course, it’s still there, untouched... except for the times I came here to lie in it.
His thin blanket, the pillow he once bit into to muffle his breathing, the iron ring embedded into the headboard...
I sit on the edge of the cot and stare at the chain attached to it.
He used to tug on it in his sleep without knowing.
Not to escape— He knew better than to try that.
No. The tugging was because he sought something familiar in his sleep.
Something grounding...
Me...
The thought twists something hot and venomous in my chest.
As much as he lied to himself that he hated me, despite how much "hate" I saw in his eyes each time he looked at me, he needed me.
I remember the night he threw himself at my feet. Begged me to take him into my camp because he was starving and his mind was breaking from enduring isolation for so long.
Isolation he continued facing when we got here. I was the only person allowed to see him... touch him, feed him, talk to him.
No matter what was going on in his mind, my interactions were the only thing keeping him sane.
He relied heavily on the one person he hated the most...
I lean back slightly, resting my hands on my thighs, as the memory of his furious eyes and tear-streaked face floods my mind.
The memory of his trembling, naked from coiling into itself on the cold stone floor.
He should be here.
In this room.
At my feet.
Where he belongs.
Not in BeastHeaven.
Not in the arms of those oversized, self-righteous Ashfang Alphas who have done nothing—nothing—to earn what I built.
They touch him now...
They touch what I shaped. What I refined.
What I starved and fed. What I tortured and praised... and broke... and mended... and broke again until he became the creature he was meant to be.
MINE.
My clenches as I think about how he isn’t here with me. How I can’t touch him. Hold him, feel him... hear his shuddering voice, and those stubborn grunts that were the closest things I ever got to cries. If mercy.
How could Elien choose them over me!?
How could he lie to me!?
Sneaking out of my grasp like a thief in the night, and winding up in their arms months later!?
No.
No.
No!!!
He doesn’t get to do that. He can’t do that.
He is allowed many things— fear, stubbornness, and even defiance in small doses.
I’m not evil. I allow him those things. But betrayal!?
Not from him.
Not from the one Omega I was able to carve with my own hands.
I breathe deep as I stare at the ceiling.
How did he even get the courage to do this? Could he have truly fallen for Lioran!?
Ah!!!
He should have died the moment he tried escaping my estate. Every other Omega would have. Every other Omega did.
But Elien always survived things he shouldn’t have.
That was the first thing about him that fascinated me.
Most Omegas shatter within a day.
Two, if they have will.
Elien lasted weeks before giving me that first trembling crack in his armour.
Even then, his eyes held something—
Hatred.
Fire.
Dignity he should not have possessed as a weaker being!
I remember it vividly.
That first night I dragged him into this room, his wrists bound, his hair a tangled matted mess, his lips bleeding where he bit them to stay silent.
He didn’t cry.
Not when I asked him questions.
Not when I cut him.
Not even when I starved him for three days straight.
His eyes simply stared back at me like I was a beast he would someday find a way to kill.
Beautiful... unique... Glorious.
The longer I had him, the more my obsession with him grew.
And it was not the usual hunger.
No...
I’ve had hundreds of Omegas. Omegas who broke easily, like wet clay.
But Elien?
Elien was marble.
Cold, smooth, breath-taking.
He resisted until resistance became part of the game between us.
Every refusal was a love poem. Every... tremble was a confession.
Every breath he drew in my presence was permission. My permission to love him more.
And when he finally cracked... When he whispered my name in a whimper, through clenched teeth—
I knew at that moment. I knew he was mine in a way no one else had ever been.
I open my eyes and my jaw tightens.
The room now feels too small.
Too empty...
Too quiet without the sound of his breathing.
He used to sleep curled against the wall, back turned to me, pretending I didn’t exist even though he always sensed when I entered.
That instinct of his... that prey’s awareness... It thrilled me.
How could he make me fall like that and then leave me??
He left me.
For them!!
For BeastHeaven.
Anger bubbles inside me, but my lips curl in a smile.
Oh, Elien...
My beautiful little liar.
My disobedient masterpiece.
You think you’ve escaped me?
You think the Ashfang brothers can protect you?
I laugh—softly, sharply—letting the sound echo through the empty room.
BeastHeaven was always meant to burn. But those brothers?? They will bleed for this.
I will tear down their walls stone by stone.
I will break their warriors.
I will drown their kingdom in the smoke of war.
And when the realm falls—
When their kings kneel— when every last soldier begs for mercy, and their home is finally mine, I will walk through their ruins and collect what is mine.
Elien.
I will take him back from their arms,
from their beds,
from their lies.
I will take him back, and he will learn—again—
Who he belongs to.
Who he has always belonged to.
Deep down, whether he admits it or not— Elien needed me.
He still does.
And if some arrogant Ashfang joke thinks they can claim what is mine...
Well.
Let them enjoy their illusion. Let them warm their beds with him.
Let them... kiss him. Touch him... Pretend they own him.
Because in the end—
I will be the one he bows to. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂
I will be the last name he screams.
I will be the only Alpha carved into his memory.
BeastHeaven will fall.
The Ashfang line will crumble.
And when the world burns...
Elien will be back in my arms.
Where he belongs.
Until then...
I look up at the useless Omega I’ve had kneeling on the floor near the door before I even came in.
He’s trembling, waiting for my attention.
Pathetic.
I tilt my head at him, cold amusement curling through me.
"Get up," I command, and the Omega scrambles to his feet instantly, eyes downcast.
Not beautiful.
Not stubborn.
Not him.
But he will do... For now.
Because the only Omega who matters— the only one who ever mattered... is the boy I will reclaim, even if I have to raze kingdoms apart from BeastHeaven to dust to reach him.
Elien is mine.
And I will burn the world until he remembers that.
