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

Calisí;

My thoughts are cut off when Elian stop walking. I turn to look at him in confusion, and only then do I see how angry he is. How tight his fists are.

Why does—

”Are you sure you’re okay?” he asks with his voice tight, and I raise a brow.

”They didn’t hurt you, did they?” He pushes, and the honest worry in those questions hits me harder than any hands ever have.

I blink at him. Stunned.

Wait... he really cares??

He looks up at me, and I swallow.

”I know what it’s like to almost get raped by bastards. If they managed to do anything before I got there, just tell me, I—” He begins, and I cut him off. Unable to process the tendernesshe’s offering.

”I...” I begin, but pause as my voice comes out strange... thinner than I like. I clear my throat. ”I’m fine,” I reply, but he doesn’t look convinced.

His eyes linger on my wrists, my shoulders, the visible places those guards’ hands were moments ago. His jaw tightens.

”I’m going to report them,” he says furiously, and my brows crease.

”To Zephan and Zethar. This isn’t... this won’t be ignored.” He adds, and something twists in my chest.

Why?

...Why does he care?

Then the thought slips out before I can stop it.

”I thought you didn’t like me.” I blurt, and the words hang between us, fragile and sharp.

He looks at me, and I stare back, only to see a bit of anger return to his eyes. Then he looks away.

”Yes. I don’t.” He says plainly.

No hesitation. No softening.

The honesty stuns me and confuses me. If he dislikes me—

”But you’re still a person,” he continues, and I blink at him.

”Watching you get hurt and doing nothing would make me a horrible person. And I’m not a horrible person.” He adds, and my heart and mind pause.

For a second, I forget how to... function.

That’s it?

No grand speech. No self-righteous anger. No desire for praise.

Just... that.

He pulls out a handkerchief from his pocket and holds it out to me. Offering it like one would to a frightened animal.

”You should wipe off some of the dirt.” He says, and I hesitate.

Then I take it.

The moment I do, he steps back immediately, giving me space.

I stare at him then. Truly, this time.

What kind of person does this?

What kind of person rushes toward danger for someone they don’t even like?

How can someone be so... childhearted... innocent?

The thought irritates me.

Purity like that never survives. It’s either a lie or foolishness waiting to be punished.

”We should get you back to your room. You need rest,” he says, and I nod, because for once I don’t know what else to do.

We continue walking in silence at first, our footsteps echoing softly through the corridor.

I can feel his awareness like a pressure at my back, not possessive, not predatory. But Protective... Watchful.

It unsettles me more than any magic ever has.

”Why?” I then ask suddenly. Unable to decipher this.

”Why what?” He ask sin confusion as he looks at me, and I sigh.

”Why are you like this?” The question slips out sharper than intended.

”Why are you... nice? Soft? Why don’t you harden? The world doesn’t reward people like you.” I speak honestly, and his steps slow in surprise.

Then he shrugs, a small, almost helpless motion.

”The world is already horrible, Asa,” he then says.

”I don’t need to add to it.” He whispers, and I stop walking.

He stops too, turning fully toward me again.

”But being soft doesn’t help you. It only allows the rest of the world to walk over you.” I spit in irritation at how naive he is, and he huffs.

”Being cruel or vicious doesn’t fix anything either.” He retorts, and I swallow. ”It just... adds more bitterness. And if everyone responds to pain by inflicting more of it, what’s left? One big pot of resentment and rot.” He adds, and I stare at him, completely mesmerised.

No one talks like this.

Not here. Not anywhere.

”I had a terrible childhood,” he then adds quietly.

”Really terrible.” He adds, and something in his tone makes my spine prickle.

”I think I’ve had my fair share of suffering. But if I had to choose between revenge and the life I have now...” He continues with a smile. A small and genuine one.

”I’d choose this one a hundred times.” He adds as he resumes walking. I follow him.

”I get to move forward,” he says, almost bubbly.

”I get to care about new people, and build something new... That makes living easier. It makes me more than my past instead of letting my past define me.” He continues, and by now, my thoughts are unravelling.

This isn’t naïveté... And there’s no ignorance here.

This is a choice. His choice. Peace over... anything else.

We reach my door, and I stop again.

”You don’t seem to have lost much,” I say carefully.

It isn’t an accusation. It’s a probe. Because surely, one who has been beaten severely by the world wouldn’t be this way. This... this... naive and ridiculously delicate.

He pauses. Then he smiles.

A sad one, but somehow... It’s also peaceful. Like accepted misery.

”Maybe my lost childhood wasn’t enough to mourn forever,” he says.

”But no matter what I’ve lost, I won’t grieve it so deeply that I lose everything I could still have.” He adds, and this time he smiles brightly.

Like a sun trying desperately to illuminate my darkness.

The words strike something in me.

Something old... Something buried... Something that shouldn’t exist because it will clash with my desire for vengeance.

He bows slightly, polite, restrained.

”Good night, Asa.” He greets, and then he turns and walks away.

I stand there long after he’s gone, staring at the space he left behind.

My magic is quiet now, and for the first time in a long while, I don’t know what to do with that.

Worse— Right now... I am not entirely sure I want to destroy him anymore.

The thought alone creates a guilt I can’t carry.

What is this madness!??