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

Elián;

The swing creaks beneath me like it’s complaining about being awake at this hour, and honestly... same.

The night is soft, and beautiful. Good for thinking. I can’t help but overthink, so if I’m going to do it... Why waste the ambience of such a pretty night?

I push off with my feet, letting myself drift back and forth. Slow. Lazily as I wait for my brain to feel open enough to hold a conversation.

I sigh for the umpteenth time as Alana returns to my mind.

My heart aches and squeezes and that feeling of helplessness returns. At first, I didn’t see it, but now it’s glaring so openly at me that it’s sickening.

Alana is in trouble. I don’t know what kind, but she’s in trouble, and it has to do with that Aza girl.

She’s always trembling, searching for Asa with her eyes, looking at me like she wants to tell me something, but can’t...

I agreed to send her away for this reason. Yes, I’m worried about Koda, but I feel Alana needs to be away from the girl... even if it means keeping the girl here with me.

I just need to keep my sister safe. After everything she’s done for me, this is the least I can do.

I don’t understand what’s going on, but all I know is that Alana is in some kind of trouble, and this is the least I can do to keep her safe.

My hand subconsciously rubs my stomach, andI take a deep breath.

”Elien?” I whisper inside my mind like I’m knocking on a door I’m scared might not open, but thankfully, it does.

The answer comes immediately.

”I’m still here.” He whispers and my whole body melts.

Actually melts, causing me to sink into the swing like a dying flower.

”It’s always a relief to hear you,” I confess, feeling very relieved, and he exhales in my head — warm, tired, familiar.

”You didn’t leave me. You struggled to get me back,” he says. ”So I didn’t leave you. I came back, and I’m here to stay.” He says, and I decide to tease him.

”You did leave thoug—”

”I didn’t leave, Elián. I... got pulled away.”

He replies and I fall silent. Then he tells me everything that happened.

My parents, the hospital, Earth.

...The version of Lioran who wasn’t Mr. Soup, but looked like the version he might’ve been in a softer universe...

The loneliness... The peace...

The ache of almost choosing something easier...

My swing stops moving, and I stare ahead. Wondering how much Elien must have sacrificed for me

”...Were you tempted to stay?” The question crawls out of me before I can stop it. Quiet. Sacred... Small.

I hate sounding small. But right now, I am. I am so heavily dependent on Elien that it feels unfair. And he almost has another chance to live for himself without having the order of me to tag along... yet he came back.

That must have been hard for him

”Yes.” He replies with shameless honesty, and it hurts.

It shouldn’t, but it does anyway.

”But,” he adds, voice tightening, ”then I remembered you. And our baby.” He adds, and my breath catches so violently the ropes of the swim I’m holding on to, wobble.

Our. Baby.

He said our baby.

I pretend I didn’t hear it, mostly because if I acknowledge it I’ll become an emotional omelette. But I’m glad. This is our baby. He acknowledges that and it makes me so happy.

”And I...” he continues,

”I remembered BeastHeaven. And I realised I don’t want another life if my chaotic best friend was not in it. I wasn’t going to abandon you.” He adds, and I wipe my eyes before they try something stupid, like crying.

”You’re dramatic,” I say out loud, sniffing, andhe chuckles.

”You literally almost started a new life,” I note matter-of-factly, and he sighs.

”Yet I chose this one. Chose you.” He replies, and I smile. I could scream. Happily.

Scream out my lungs and tell him how grateful I am that he didn’t ditch me, but then—

A shadow shifts beside me. I quickly turn towards it and every nerve in my system stands at alert when I see her.

Asa.

She walks over to me with her hands resting before her, and her eyes fixed on the floor, and I find myself scanning the environment for every possible escape route I might need.

She stops beside me, and her small form dips into a deep bow, ears drooping politely.

”Master Elián,” she greets with a timid, trembling voice, and I feel something inside me twist.

”I realise I never truly thanked you for allowing me to stay as your stand-in aide.” She says and I pause.

Stand in— stand in aide!??

Well, that’s a very fast way to place herself close to me

”Oh! Um— sure.” I smile awkwardly, because what do you do with surprise rabbit girls who seem to want to get close to you and hurt your friend? Offer them carrots?

She then holds out a flower. Soft petals, glowing faintly in the moonlight, and my brows crease.

”It sees you’re awake because you can’t sleep. This flower is a flopping secret. It helps with restful sleep,” she whispers and I blink. ”To calm the heart.” She adds, and I pause.

”Don’t you dare—” I take it from her, and I hear Elien groan in annoyance.

The moment my fingers brush the petals, something warm ripples through my palm.

Not heat. Not magic. Something... comforting.

Even Elien reacts.

”...that’s strange,” he whispers in my mind, suspicious but not hostile.

”It actually feels... good.”

I blink at the flower like it just paid me a compliment.

”That’s weird,” I whisper, wondering what the heck is going on.

”Should I be worried? Should we be worried??”

Elien hums like he’s tasting the energy.

”It’s harmless. But don’t eat it. Or sniff. Or trust her.” He replies and I roll my eyes mentally.

”Look at you suspecting this innocent sweetheart who brought us a gift,” I tease, and Elien groans again.

”Her flower doesn’t make her less suspicious!” he shoots back, and I smile. Before I can respond, Asa asks gently:

”May I... spend some time with you, Master Eliàn?” She questions in a voice as fragile as glass and I blink at her.

If I make her suspect that I don’t trust her, she might think Alana told me something... I don’t want to risk Alana in any way. So...

”Sure,” I smile, moving a bit on the swing so she can sit beside me.

She sits carefully, hands folded, eyes lowered. She looks like an innocent bunny statue sculpted by guilt and shyness.

A picture I would have fallen for if I didn’t know Alana as well as I do

She smiles sheepishly at me, but I don’t miss the way her gaze flicks toward me. Studying.

Curious.

...Calculating?

Just then, she clears her throat softly.

”Alana told me everything,” she whispers and I raise a brow.

”Everything about?” I can’t help but question, and she looks away.

”About how your wedding was attacked... by witches. And warlocks.” She replies and her voice dips when she says warlocks, like the word tastes bad on her tongue.

”You and your Alphas seem like very good people,” she goes on. ”Why would witches and warlocks want to harm you?” She adds, And I hold my breath.

My mind runs back to my wedding night. To Koda... Rhydian... Queen Cassia... Seun, Kishan, Anwil...

My heart breaks and I sigh.

”I have no idea,” I reply honestly, swinging gently again.

”I still don’t understand what the Ashfang family did. Or what I did. I’ve only known them for a few months, and they’ve been nothing but amazing. I can’t understand why anyone would want to hurt good people so badly.” I speak, and Aza listens quietly, but her eyes... her eyes sharpen almost imperceptibly.

”Maybe it was a business feud? Politics? Or a misunderstanding?” I add, and Asa tilts her head, studying me like I’m a puzzle piece she lost years ago.

Then she asks, softly:

”Don’t you... want revenge?” She questions, and I choke on air at the absurdity of the question.

”Revenge?? No!” I reply, waving my hands so fast the swing wobbles.

Her brows furrow slightly, as if she wasn’t expecting that answer at all.

”I mean,” I continue,

”Yes, they hurt people I care about... but violence doesn’t fix violence. They must’ve had a reason they believed in. Even if it was wrong. You can defend yourself without becoming like them. I don’t know any revenge.” I add, and Asa’s expression freezes.

Like she’s stunned.

Like she was expecting fire and instead got ice kisses.

”You... don’t wish them harm?” she whispers in confusion and I shake my head in negation

”No,” I answer honestly.

”I want peace. I want everyone to live happily, not in fear. Revenge cycles never end well. I want but my family... and the witches and warlocks to find peace, you know? Peace from whatever’s troubling them and made them feel it was okay to hurt people like they did.” I add, and what I get is silence.

Not the peaceful kind of silence, but the... heavy, calculating kind.

She then stands abruptly and bows so deeply her ears brush the ground.

”T-thank you, Master Elián. I must go help Alana with... chores.” She says, and I blink

”But—”

She just said she wanted to stay.

She starts backing away, bowing repeatedly before practically fleeing the garden.

”...That was weird,” I say as I look at the flower into hands again.

Elien sighs in my head like a disapproving cat.

”The flower may seem harmless,” he says, voice dry,

”But throw it away.”

”Something is off about that girl. I don’t know what yet... but I will find out.”

I swallow, suddenly feeling the breeze colder.

”She seemed nice,” I whisper.

”Elian,” Elien says softly — too softly,

”I know broken things. I know dangerous things. And whatever she is... she is not harmless.”

A shiver runs down my spine. He’s right. I can sense it too. She isn’t harmless.

But why did she ask that question?? And why did she leave like that after my answer?

Did I somehow offend her? I’m so confused.