The Fake Saint's Alpha(s) (BL)-Chapter 52. Second semesters cravings

IN A BIT

MICHAEL

Semester two had started, and with it came a subtle but unstoppable storm: cravings. Not subtle cravings, no Michael level cravings that made even the smell of morning coffee a challenge. Every scent of garlic bread or fresh pastries became an unspoken battle between desire and dignity. Zavier had taken to carrying a small emergency stash of salted almonds and sparkling water, just in case. Wanessa, ever the chaotic wildcard, had moved into the mansion next door, citing ’proximity for mutual entertainment’. Her mere presence made every courtyard stroll, every whispered conversation, feel like the opening scene of a new divine comedy. Terrence, Xavier, and Adrian had decided that visiting her would be a ’diplomatic mission,’ though their expressions suggested that diplomacy was the last thing on their minds. On the first morning after Wanessa’s relocation, the courtyard filled with an uneasy quiet. Servants scurried like caffeinated squirrels, trying not to breathe too loudly. I stood with Zavier, clutching my breakfast toast and water, simple, safe and felt the baby kick strongly, as if it had been waiting for this exact moment.

"Michael..." Zavier murmured, lips brushing my ear. "The tension in the air... it’s like the Goddess herself set a reminder to everyone that nothing peaceful will happen here."

I groaned, taking another cautious bite of toast.

"And my cravings." I whispered back. "They’re... catastrophic today. I might actually... demand ice cream at breakfast."

Zavier laughed softly.

"The Goddess wouldn’t stop you. In fact... she might enjoy watching you negotiate for it."He said.

As if on cue, a carriage rolled up to the gates of Wanessa’s new mansion, and from it, an endless stream of curious guests began arriving, dignitaries, professors, and acquaintances who looked equal parts excited and terrified. Rumours spread instantly among the servants that Wanessa had ’planned a surprise so divine it would make mortals question reality’. Charlie, meanwhile, had been cornered at the gate by a small group of admirers who seemed genuinely unaware of the risks of being caught in her orbit. His panicked eyes met mine across the courtyard.

"Oh no." I muttered. "He’s about to audition again."

Zavier’s hand found mine, thumbs brushing softly.

"At least this time, the audience is... prepared for chaos."He said.

And chaos did not disappoint. The air shimmered faintly, the faintest hint of silver light dancing across the marble edges of the courtyard, like a signature from the Moon Goddess herself. Every guest froze, even the stately professors, as though some invisible director had shouted, Action! Wanessa stepped onto her balcony, arms wide, beaming like a goddess of her own small theatre.

"Welcome, friends!" She called. "Please... stay awhile. Observe the chaos. And maybe... survive it."

Even from across the courtyard, I could feel the baby kick sharply, as if it had just realized, Oh yes, this is exactly what we signed up for. Charlie groaned dramatically, muttering something about surviving ’another audition for divine sadism’.

Zavier wrapped an arm around me, chuckling softly.

"Two months in, Michael. You’re handling it beautifully."Zavier said.

I pressed my hand to my stomach.

"If by beautifully you mean panicking quietly while craving pickles and chocolate simultaneously... yes. Perfectly beautifully."I said.

From above, a faint ripple of laughter echoed, impossibly soft yet undeniably divine. The Moon Goddess, still unseen directly, seemed amused. Somewhere deep in the sparkling sunlight, I could almost hear her whisper.

"Ah... my dear Michael. The chaos has only just begun." She said.

And just like that, the second semester, and our very mortal lives were already spiraling into absurd, comedic, divine chaos once more. The universe had apparently decided that ’quiet’ was an extinct concept in our household. By the time the sun dipped low over the marble gardens, my cravings had turned from mildly concerning to biblically dramatic. I’d already demanded and received a tray with pickles, chocolate truffles, lemon slices, and three separate kinds of bread ’just in case one felt spiritually correct’. Zavier sat across from me, elbow on the table, eyes full of patient resignation.

"You realize." He said softly. "The Goddess is probably watching this right now, taking notes."

I looked up from my pickle and chocolate sandwich. "Let her watch. Maybe she’ll send me divine fries."I said.

He nearly spat out his tea.

"Divine fries?"Zavier asked.

"Yes." I said seriously. "The ones that never get soggy and taste like destiny."

Before he could reply, the front gate rattled open, followed by a shrill, far too enthusiastic voice echoing through the halls.

"Michael, darling!"I recognized similar voice.

I froze mid bite.

"No." I whispered.

"Yes." Zavier sighed, rubbing his temples. "Wanessa."

She swept into the dining room like a living exclamation point, draped in lavender silk, hair cascading like moonlight, and holding an entire basket of fruit the size of a small planet.

"I brought gifts!" She declared. "Vitamin rich, Goddess approved, perfectly ripe-"

"-and suspiciously glowing." Zavier muttered.

"Excuse me?" She said sweetly. "They’re from my orchard. I’m not responsible if my trees are blessed."

Behind her, Charlie, Adrian, Terrence, and Xavier trailed in like a procession of broken souls. Charlie looked like he’d been through four arguments, two resurrections, and one small existential crisis.

"Why... why are we here again?" Charlie groaned.

Wanessa turned dramatically.

"Because I missed Michael. Obviously."Wanessa said.

Charlie pointed at me, exasperated.

"You just saw him this morning!"He said.

"Pregnancy months are like divine years, dear." She replied airily. "Every hour is an emotional eternity."

Zavier’s shoulders shook with restrained laughter. I shot him a glare that said don’t encourage her, but it was too late. The Goddess’s faint laughter rippled through the air again, barely perceptible, but enough to make the silverware tremble.

"Oh no." I whispered. "She’s back."

A shimmer of starlight bloomed in the corner of the room, and suddenly the Moon Goddess herself appeared again, less blinding this time, more casual, as if she’d decided to pop by for afternoon tea.

"Oh, please don’t stop on my account." She said, examining the table with interest. "Is that... pickles and chocolate?"She asked.

I looked down at my plate, then up at her celestial face.

"Don’t judge me."I said.

She smiled, the kind of smile that suggested she was absolutely judging me, but in a fond way.

"Mortality has its curiosities."She said.

Wanessa immediately bowed low, her dramatic flair intact even in reverence.

"Moon Goddess! What an unexpected honor-"I said.

"Spare me the performance, Princess." The Goddess interrupted, amused. "I know you moved here because you were bored."

Wanessa blinked.

"And to offer moral support?"Wanessa asked.

"Mm. You call it support. I call it entertainment."Godness said.

Charlie snorted, which earned him a withering glare from Wanessa. Zavier, always the composed one, finally stood and bowed slightly.

"Goddess." He said, tone respectful but firm. "You honor us with your presence. May I ask... why again?"

The Goddess floated lazily closer, silver light trailing from her fingertips.

"Why? Oh, Zavier, must there always be a reason? I enjoy my creations. Especially when they’re this... amusing."She said. Her gaze shifted to me and softened. "Though I did want to see how my little miracle is faring."

I instinctively rested a hand over my belly.

"Still kicking." I murmured.

The Goddess smiled.

"Ah, good. Chaos breeds strong children."She said.

Charlie groaned into his hands.

"I don’t like how she said that."He said.

The Goddess ignored him completely, turning to Wanessa.

"And you... Princess, I see you’ve made yourself quite at home among my chosen saints."She said.

Wanessa straightened proudly.

"Naturally. Someone must ensure they don’t die of boredom."Wanessa said.

"Or of heart failure." Charlie muttered. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

The Goddess’s eyes glinted, and suddenly the fruit basket Wanessa had brought began to float, each piece spinning lazily through the air.

"Let’s make things interesting." She said with a wicked grin.

"Define interesting." I said nervously.

"Oh, nothing much." The Goddess replied sweetly. "A harmless little... game. After all, what is divinity without a touch of chaos?"

Every fruit in the air began glowing brighter, orbiting around me like moons. Zavier immediately stepped closer, shielding me slightly.

"Relax." The Goddess chuckled. "No harm shall come to you or your child. But the rest..." Her gaze flicked toward Charlie and the others. "...may find the next few days rather educational."

Charlie paled.

"Educational how?"He asked.

"Through experience." She said simply, and with a snap of her fingers, every fruit burst into harmless starlight, raining glittering motes over the room.

When the light cleared, everyone stood blinking unchanged... except for Wanessa, whose hair now glowed faintly silver. She gasped.

"I’ve been touched by divinity!"I said.

Charlie groaned.

"We’re doomed."He said.

The Goddess smiled slyly, her form beginning to fade back into shimmering light.

"Oh, my saints and mortals." She said, voice echoing softly as she vanished. "Try not to bore me before the child arrives."

And just like that, she was gone. Wanessa immediately turned to me, eyes wide and sparkling.

"Michael, darling. Did you hear that? The Goddess herself wants us to be entertaining!"Wanessa said.

I dropped my head onto the table.

"Oh stars... I’ll never survive this pregnancy."I said.

Zavier just kissed the top of my head and sighed.

"No one will, love. No one will."I said.