Help! Five Beast Alphas Want To Breed Me!!(BL)-Chapter 308: You Will Not Ruin This

Song for Elian’s part of this Chapter; Spellbound by Ghostly Kisses

Elian;

Alana stands beside the carriage like a helpless piece on a chessboard, and seeing her like this hurts.

It hurts so much.

She’s the first friend I made when I got here. My first ally. My sister... Yet, I can not help her.

God, I hate this feeling.

My stomach feels a little tight, and I place a hand protectively under it.

"Even the little one doesn’t want her to go," Elien whispers, and I struggle to swallow the tears biting my eyes.

The horses stamp impatiently, and I can’t help but notice how everything about this feels so rushed. Too clean. Too final.

I stare at her and think, absurdly, that she looks smaller than she did yesterday. Is it just my emotions??

"Come here," I say, with my voice cracking before I can stop it.

Alana doesn’t hesitate. She steps into my arms like she’s been waiting for permission, and I pull her close, wrapping myself around her as if I can keep her safe here forever.

Her hair smells like flowers, oils, and something familiar that twists painfully in my chest.

"You’re going to be alright, right?" I whisper as I hold her. My arms press into the warmth of her, and I’m too weak to keep my tears from pouring as she melts into me.

"I don’t know..." She croaks, and my heart shatters.

"If something happens... You’ll come for me, right? You won’t forget me?" She whispers, and I shut my eyes.

"Oh, Alana." I break as I hold her closer to myself.

"I could never forget you... Just stay... please..." I beg, and she sniffles.

"I can’t... You’re too much to risk." She adds, and my heart squeezes.

This is the most shes spoken since she arrived in Nagari, and she’s only talking when she’s leaving. I... I feel so helpless, I hate it.

"I’ll fix whatever this is... I promise." I cry, and she nods against me.

I feel her squeeze me a little tighter, and my heart coils miserably.

"That care of the little one, Master Elian. I’m sorry I won’t be here to help." She says, as she begins to pull away, but I don’t let her go.

I can’t physically bring myself to.

"If there’s anything you need to tell me," I whisper with my grip tightening,

"Anything at all... tell me now. If staying is safer than leaving, Alana, you have to tell me. I can fix it... We can fix it." I beg with my heart pounding so hard, I know she can feel it.

She doesn’t answer. Silence stretches heavily between us. Like leather around my throat, choking breath out of my hope.

I pull back just enough to look at her face. Her eyes are glossy, but she doesn’t cry.

Alana has always had a way of masking her emotions. It’s one of the things that has always made me worry about her.

My tears betray me instead.

They slip down my cheek before I can wipe them away. Still, I don’t let go of her.

I can’t.

Letting go feels like agreeing to something I don’t fully understand yet.

Her hand lifts and pats my back, slow and gentle... Comforting.

"It’s best for everyone if I just do as I’m told," she says softly.

"I need to go." She adds with a wry smile, and I feel my lips wobble.

The words are rehearsed.

They don’t sound like her thoughts. They sound like something she’s been repeating until it stopped hurting as much.

"Alana—" I start, but she steps back, pulling herself free before I can say more.

Her hands slide from my arms, as if she’s afraid I’ll grab her again and refuse to let go.

And to be honest, I want to. I want to plant my feet and tell them all no. I want her to stay, and even if she insists on going, we shouldn’t let her. We should lock her up in a room or something, till she tell sus what exactly Asa is holding over her.

...Instead, I stand there, helpless. Like a coward.

"You’re not a coward. You’re only scared of making things worse. You don’t understand what’s going on." Elien tries to encourage, but it doesn’t reduce how much of a failure I currently feel like.

I watch as she turns to the others and bows.

To Queen Selthía, first, respectful and composed. Just moments ago, Queen Selthia had tried to make her stay, but she vehemently refused. Queen Selthia couldn’t force her, so she let it be.

Alana turns to Zephan, whose expression is tight and unreadable, and bows to him as well.

Then to Zethar, who’s watching her with his eyes sharp and suspicious.

Then she turns back to me.

She bows lower this time.

It feels like a blade to my heart.

Her smile wobbles when she straightens, then steadies into something practised. She lifts her hand and waves at Asa, who stands nearby.

The wave is too quick. Too stiff, and I know that smile is forced.

Alana turns without looking back at me and climbs into the carriage.

The door closes with a sound that feels far too loud.

The driver clicks his tongue, and the horses charge forward, hooves throding, wheels rolling, and the carriage pulling away in a cloud of dust.

I stand there and watch until it disappears down the road, until there’s nothing, the emptiness I feel inside me, and the echo of wheels that are already gone.

I feel Zephan and Zethar come to stand behind me, and my tears just pour.

My chest feels hollow.

I remain rooted, with myfingers curling uselessly at my sides.

A thought creeps in, quiet and sickening, and a shiver runs down my spine.

Why do I feel like I just made a mistake letting her go?

Why does it... suddenly feel like I may never see her again...

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Avaren;

"Why do I have to put so many flowers in my hair? She doesn’t put flowers in her hair." " Bram’s voice whines from behind me, and I pause.

I turn slowly to where my magic can sense him.

Although I can not see the details, my magic has crafted his silhouette for me to see.

He’s standing there, hunched and impatient, with fingers already tugging irritably at the woven flowers threaded through his hair.

I feel the petals’ magic struggle and die as he plucks them, and my jaw clenches. F

Those flowers were meant to soften the air around him... Meant to soften him.

As if that’s possible.

I stare through the darkness in his direction for a long, measured moment, letting the silence stretch until it begins to crawl under his skin.

His fear rolls off him in waves and rushes at me, but I block it. It means nothing to me.

Usually, I relish fear, but everything about this... creature disgusts me.

"Do you know," I say calmly, as I take a step towards him, "...what you smell like?" I add, and I hear him take a frightened step back.

"W-what—?" He begins, but I cut him off in impatience.

"You smell like rot wrapped in arrogance." I spit, and he freezes.

"Like damp fur left too long in darkness to fester. Like something that crawled out of a den, it never should have been allowed to leave." I add, silence engulfs the space.

I step closer with my magic humming faintly under my skin, restrained but present.

"Magic can do many things," I continue coldly.

"It can twist memory... Bend perception, soften suspicion... It can dress a monster in silk and make fools call it beauty." I add as my magic drags over him with the sheer temptation of destruction.

"Magic can do many things, but it cannot take away your stench." I spit in annoyance, and he stiffens.

"Because your smell is not just a flaw... It’s a curse." I continue, irritated by how oblivious he is.

His breath catches.

"It is the curse of nature itself," I go on— voice lowering now so my words sink in.

"The curse laid upon an Alpha who dared to covet an omega’s womb. A betrayal so foul the earth itself recoils from you." I growl, and his hands drop to his sides.

" These Flowers," I say, as my magic picks up everyone he ripped out of his hair, "are the only things that dull it. They confuse the senses. Trick instinct. Mask the truth long enough for you to stand in the same space as decent beings without causing them all to convulse in disgust!" I add, and he swallows hard.

"So you will wear them," I finish.

"Every last one."

I flick my fingers, and the flowers find their way back to his hair, exactly where they were seated before.

I lean in just enough for him to feel my magic. Sharp, cruel, and unforgiving.

"Do you understand?" I whisper, and his body shivers.

"Yes," he whispers.

"Louder."

"Yes," he says again, voice trembling, and I straighten, unimpressed.

I have always despised him.

Not for his weakness.

Weak creatures are everywhere. Weakness can be forgiven. Pitied, even.

But betrayal?

That is a sin no amount of grovelling can wash away.

Bram betrayed his own kind. At the first sign of trouble to his kind, he came to us begging to switch sides. Begging to be useful.

And now he stands here, trembling under my scrutiny, dressed up like a mockery of innocence.

I scoff.

"You’ve studied her long enough," I say as I walk away.

"You have watched how she walks. How she speaks. How she smiles when she thinks no one is looking." I continue, and I feel him nod desperately.

"You’ve memorised her softness," I continue, as I listen to nature around us.

"Her kindness, her mercy... You’ve learned where to stand so you don’t look threatening. When to lower your gaze. When to speak just enough to sound sincere." I speak as I know how much time we’ve invested in him.

I turn to him once, and he draws a sharp breath.

"You will not ruin this."

I wasn’t a plea, a question, or a demand. It was a warning.