Help! Five Beast Alphas Want To Breed Me!!(BL)

Calisí;

I lick a canine as I stare at him, and I see curiosity flicker in his eyes as he stares at me.

This will be fun.

I look up at Avaren, who now has a hand gently stroking my hair, and find him lounging lazily. His chin is propped on his knuckles like a bored child. I smile. He’s already bored when we haven’t even started?

Ay...

My eyes flick back to Balinar when he suddenly drops to one knee, as he bows his head.

”Witches of the Erebus Coven,” he declares with a voice deep enough to rattle a simple audience. ”I come seeking alliance.” He adds, and I raise a brow as I place my palms on my throne between my legs.

A ripple of whispers and a few scoffs rise in the cavern.

I don’t bother hiding my grin, and Avaren’s fingers twitch in amusement in my hair; he can feel I’m seconds from causing chaos.

But Balinar, who is completely oblivious to this, continues.

”We have a common enemy. BeastHeaven.” He continues as he lifts his gaze. The only eye visible burns with dark conviction, and it’s a sight that twists something sweet in my stomach.

”I propose we work together to bring it down. King Wilhelm’s reign must end. He has grown arrogant. Unchecked. Weak.” He continues as his eye sweeps across the council.

”And Gravemaw...” he adds, voice dripping with disgust

”Should be struck again. Before they can recover. Before their wounds close. We should strike when the iron is still hot!” He adds, and a low hiss travels through the council like a breeze.

It’s not fear, it’s interest.

Yet no one speaks. No one answers.

Because they are waiting... for me.

I look up at Avaren again, and he taps my head in approval.

Grand!

I rise slowly, uncoil like a serpent waking from a long nap, and then stand fully.

Balinar turns his full attention to me, and I greet him with a smile.

I walk toward him, and my bare feet barely make a sound over the stone floor.

I watch the wall as my shadow flicks unaturally behind me. Shifting shapes and growing... horns, wings, eyes... whatever mood chooses to manifest.

I get to Balinar and circle him. Once.

Then twice... Like a predator sniffing a new toy.

”You,” I begin softly, as I stare at the man who is still on one knee.

”are either very brave...” I continue as I stop in front of him, and tilt his chin up with one finger so I can look into his one good eye.

”...or very stupid,” I add, and the council chuckles, while a few outrightly laugh.

Balinar, however, doesn’t flinch, which earns him a sliver of my respect.

”Tell me, Beast-King,” I purr,

”Do you have any idea where you are?” I question, and his jaw flexes.

”I do.”

”Oh? Then you knowingly walked into the mouth of a coven that could pluck the bones from your skin without lifting a finger?” I demand as I tilt my head.

”Adorable.” I coo, and more laughter follows, but he says nothing.

Men like him always come in silent, thinking the weight of their aura compensates for their lack of intelligence.

I run my gaze over his burned cheek, the scarred eye, the monstrous antlers, and thoughts parade through my mind.

”You could have come for many reasons,” I whisper as I crouch in front of him.

”You could have asked us to heal your face... though personally I’d keep it,” I add as I take my hand under his fallen hair and run my thumb over his damaged skin.

”The ruin suits you,” I speak as I hold his gaze, and he blinks at me.

”You could have begged us to fix your eye, you know. Many beast-men crawl here for selfish little miracles.” I add with a shrug, and he takes a deep breath.

Tired of being on one knee for so long, or tired of my taunts. I don’t know... and I sincerely don’t care.

”Alpha Balinar, you’re the first beast-king bold enough to walk in here with a proposition of war,” I state factually, and he swallows.

His aura spikes like he’s trying to compensate for something, and I lean so close to him, my lips brush the air by his ear.

”I think it’s cute.” I coo before pulling back, and I see something dark shift in his eyes as his jaw clenches again.

”I’m offering you armies. Resources. Power. I am not here to beg.” He says in barely restrained agitation, and I raise a brow as I stand.

”Trust me,” I say sweetly,

”We noticed.” I pout, and Avaren’s soft laugh from the throne trickles through the chamber. It’s enough to send a few warlocks shivering, and a few witches choking on their breath.

His laughter has this way of sounding like promises of death, and somehow, it always makes my heart skip a beat.

”You came here thinking you could sway us. Move our hands. Push our wills. But we do nothing for free. And we never...ever...act because some beast-king thinks he has a clever plan.” I speak again, and he lifts his chin, eyes narrowing.

”You’d waste this opportunity? BeastHeaven is gathering its strength again, and you all...” He begins, but I cut him off.

”Oh, don’t worry,” I speak with a proud smile.

”We already have a plan,” I add, and he blinks at me in silent confusion.

”Plan? What... What plan?” He demands like he’s entitled to know, and I place my foot against his chest and push lightly.

He wasn’t expecting it, so he stumbles back but manages to catch himself on one knee again. Perfect.

”You are not needed,” I inform him gently, and he growls. Actually growls.

I laugh and then turn to the dog sitting on the floor near Avaren’s feet.

A dog trying so very hard to look small. Invisible. Unnoticed.

Pathetic thing. But useful.

”Right, Bram?”