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

Rhydian;

”Situations like these...” he breathes, and I raise a brow.

”is what I tr–trained you boys for.” He adds, and my jaw drops as I stare at him. Stunned.

WHAT DID HE JUST SAY!??

”You were born to lead kingdoms,” he continues. ”All of you. That was always the point.” He adds as he shifts in the throne, straightening slightly.

”Your youngest brother, Lioran...” He continues as he struggles to keep his words and voice steady.

”Your youngest brother is... leading the capital as we speak. And he is doing a beautiful job.” He continues as his lips twitch weakly, like a man trying to smile through grief.

”If Lioran can handle the capital on his own... You and Koda... can handle Gravemaw.” He speaks like he’s concluded, and my throat tightens.

What he’s doing isn’t leadership.

This isn’t leadership!!! It’s not delegation, either!

This is his attempt to escape a mess I almost know for a fact he had a hand in.

”Father,” I whisper.

”Koda isn’t faring well under this stress. He’s falling apart. And you know it.” I try once more to reach out to my father. To move and push him to action, but he just closes his eyes.

”Why are you doing this, Father!?” I demand in annoyance.

”Why are you hiding? Why are you letting us bleed ourselves dry while you sit here drinking yourself senseless?” I rage, and his eyes open again... unmistakably tired, and distant.

”You wouldn’t understand.” He rasps, and I scoff in disbelief.

”Then help me understand,” I rage.

”Because everything is collapsing. And you’re not helping anyone. Not Koda, not the people, not even yourself!” I add, and...

Silence.

Long, heavy silence.

He suddenly stands from his throne, but his movement lacks the usual power or presence he always carries.

He didn’t rise like a king.

He rose like a man who is being crushed by something he couldn’t bring himself to talk about.

He sways slightly, and the bottle in his hand threatens to spill its contents on the floor, but Father regains his grip on it before that happens. I wish he could hold on to all of us like that.

”I don’t want to be disturbed,” he groans, and my jaw and heart drop at the same time.

”Father...” I begin, but he grabs his goblet and tosses it at me... missing me deliberately because I knew if he wanted to take my eye out with that goblet, he would.

”Enough, Rhydian!” He growls as he takes one unsteady step down the stairs before the throne.

”We are not discussing this.” He adds as he takes another questionable step, and my lips press into a tight, frustrated line.

I watch him stagger over to me, and as he rushes past me, his eyes hold mine. Warning and begging me not to push it.

”Not today.” He whispers, and I turn to look at him, the stench of alcohol and... grief...

He reeks of grief...

Father has never let his emotions out through his pheromones and now... to smell grief off him... and to smell it so strongly...

This man... Father is drowning. But under what? Why... how... what has broken him so much?

What’s going on??

Just like the rest of us... he needs help.

”Father,” I speak again, softly this time.

”Please...” I beg. Not knowing exactly what I’m begging for.

For him to open up to me? For him to be there for us because we really need him now? For him to help me selfishly feel less alone? Or for him to just... let me in...

He pauses. Just for a heartbeat... like my plea touched something. Like my words mean something. But to my horror. He keeps walking.

”I just need to be alone,” he mumbles, and I gulp.

”That is all I need. Please, Rhydian. Leave me alone.” He adds as he pushes open the throne room doors and staggers into the hallway.

I stare at his pathetic form, and then at the bottle dangling from his fingers.

A king shouldn’t look like this. A father shouldn’t look... like this.

It’s... It’s shameful.

I stand in the empty room as the doors slowly close behind him, sealing the silence into me.

My nails dig into my palms as tears sting my eyes.

Fuck! I hate how easily tears come to me!

But I’m tired! I’m so tired.

I miss Elián too! I have things I worry about! I hate to admit it, but oftentimes, I wonder if my mom has passed on or if she’s still hanging on to life by a thread.

I wonder where Bram is. I wonder how Elián is.

I feel miserable for the people of Gravemaw. For Queen Cassia, for Koda, for myself... and ke, for Father.

I’m breaking too!

I am trying to be strong as well!

I haven’t let Koda see me, shed a single tear, even though I just want to scream till my their rips.

Our family is scattered all over the kingdoms, and I have never been so afraid of our division. It has never felt like this.

Everything feels like a mess, and I am in my very unnoticeable, pitiful way, trying to hold everything together!

Someone has to keep the walls from collapsing completely. Someone has to help Koda breathe when everyone else is resting. Someone has to help my brother keep Gravemaw from crumbling. Someone has to... someone has to make up for the absence of our King and Queen hiding away from their people.

That someone who needs to keep being there for his brother so he doesn’t crumble.

I drag a hand over my face and exhale in exasperation.

I don’t know how much longer I... who am I kidding!?

I can’t do this! Father can’t just walk out on me like that!

He’s a king! A Father... our Father!! We need him!

Now more than ever, and he is NOT just going to walk away like that! Enough of whatever the fuck this is!

The throne room doesn’t answer my questions, and the silence presses against my ears so hard it feels like they would burst.

No! I’m going after him. Enough is enough!