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

Songs I listened to while writing this Chapter: Bored by Billie Eilish, Soulless Creature by AURORA, Older by Sasha Alex Solan, Chinese Twilight by Kalus Schønning

Rhydian;

The forest does not answer me.

It only watches.

It watches as I break open and crumble hopelessly.

The clearing is quiet in a way that feels deliberate, like the world itself has decided to step back and watch how I intend to handle this dilemma.

The air is thick with the scent of Gravemaw... warmth and comfort... Things I strived for. Things I earned.

Things that are about to be ripped from me by the woman I am starting to hate with everything in me.

She is standing in the middle of the clearing— posture composed, eyes sharp like she can see my pain but does not care, and lips pressed together like she’s holding back an array of corrections and suggestions she could make– probably about my posture, appearance, or actions.

Alpha Liandria...

My mother.

Her presence alone feels like an invasion.

My hands are shaking, but not out of weakness... Not out of fear, either.

This is anger. Furry. Hot and wild like a sickness I can not control. A fucking disease that attacks me every time she’s near!!

It’s the kind of fury that burns so hot it makes your vision blur at the edges. The kind that crawls under your skin and begs to be let loose.

”What are you doing here?” I finally break the silence with the first and ONLY polite thing that comes to my mind.

Because, I swear, there is an ocean of curses waiting to be unleashed on her, and I am trying. Light knows I am trying my best to be... proper with her.

”What the fuck are you doing in Gravemaw??” I scream, unable to keep my composure, but she says nothing.

She just stands there, hands folded neatly in front of her, posture straight, eyes sharp and assessing like she’s studying a battlefield instead of her son.

That silence snaps something in me. Crushes it.

”I didn’t invite you,” I continue, my voice rising now, and slicing through the space between us.

”You don’t belong here. You have no right to ruin this for me! You absolutely can not! I finally built something meaningful for myself. Without your poison. Without your fucking shadow hanging over me, so you will not ruin it. You hear me!?” I rage, and still... nothing.

Her calmness feels like mockery. Like, no matter what I say, what I do... how fast or far I run... she will always have her way. Always have her fingers buried in my skull... Like she would forever be my lord, and there’s nothing I can do about it.

I laugh. A sharp, ugly... bitter sound that is far from happiness or glee.

”Let me guess,” I spit. Deciding this woman isn’t worth courtesy or decency.

”You heard I was happy.” I accuse, taking just a step forward, and her gaze shifts.

The first reaction I’ve gotten from her. Oh... So I am right!!

This... witch!!

”You couldn’t stand that, could you?” I accuse not, as I point my finger at her.

”The thought that I found peace without you eating me alive... That I didn’t rot just because you weren’t there to control every breath I took. You didn’t like it.” I continue with my chest rising and falling laboriously.

”You’ve always been like this,” I snarl.

”You circle misery as if it owes you something. The moment you smell joy that doesn’t belong to you, you have to ruin it. You need to ruin it. It’s an inbuilt urge for you, isn’t it!?” I continue, screaming the words so loud this time, I startle the birds in the trees.

Her jaw tightens.

Like I fucking care how my words make her feel. Did she care how her arrival here made me feel!??

This failure of a mother!!

”You said you came for me,” I continue– my voice shaking with rage.

”As if you have that right. As if you ever earned it. You don’t get to show up now and pretend you’re a mother. You failed at that role a long time ago.” I scream so hard my throat burns, but I don’t stop.

I’m not done.

”I spent my whole life wondering what was wrong with me,” I shout, breaking against my will this time.

”I kept wondering why nothing I did was ever enough. Why love always felt conditional. Why your approval felt like a prize just out of reach, no matter how hard I bled for it.” I add, as my vision blurs.

”Turns out,” I laugh bitterly,

”It was never me. It was you.” I breathe as I struggle not to choke on my words.

The forest echoes my breathing, and my heartbeat is so loud I swear it’s shaking my entire body.

”You don’t get to claim me now,” I snap.

”You don’t get to say you came for me like I was lost. I wasn’t lost. I was free.” I breathe this time, so fucking close to tears I can’t cage.

I step closer, so close I can see the faint lines at the corners of her eyes. Lines I refuse to feel anything for.

”If you have any decency left,” I hiss,

”You’ll get back on your fancy carriage and leave Gravemaw before I disown you entirely,” I warn, and that finally does it.

She lifts her head fully, eyes locking onto mine with the same steel that raised me, the same steel that broke me.

”I have my reasons for being here,” She says calmly, and my heart skips a beat.

When I saw her lips move, my heart stopped. I was waiting. I didn’t know what I was anticipating... What I was expecting. I just... I don’t know, the fool in me wanted what?

An apology? An embrace? An... explanation??

This... This is what she had to say to me??

After everything.... I just said to her?

Did she even fucking hear me??

”I know you’re angry,” she continues, and I swallow. Her voice is like cold water thrown on a fire.

Calm. Too calm for the wounds I just ripped open in front of her.

”And I know you don’t want to see me...” And I scoff.

”Of course you do,” I reply, irritated, and she drops her gaze.

”There is nothing you can do about my being here.” She says coldly, and I pause

”You will not make me leave Gravemaw before I am ready.” She adds, and the words land like a slap.

I stare at her, with disbelief morphing back into fury inside me.

”You don’t get to decide that,” I growl, and she holds my gaze.

She smiles at me... but it’s not the same, blank, distant ones she used to give.

This one seems almost... hurt.

”I already have,” she whispers, and for a moment, I think I might actually lose control.

That I might shift. That my claws might tear free, and I’ll do something I can’t take back.

But then she turns away from me.

She just... turns her back on me.

No apology. No explanation. No reaching for me.

She walks away from me, boots crunching against the forest floor. Her every step is steady, and every movement infuriatingly composed.

”Don’t you dare walk away from me!” I shout after her, with my voice cracking, but she does not stop.

The trees swallow her figure inch by inch until all that’s left is the empty clearing and the sound of my own breathing.

I stand there, fists clenched, heart pounding, and the taste of rage and old grief bitter on my tongue.

She came back.

Not to love me. Not to fix anything.

... But just to remind me that some wounds never stop bleeding when the blade returns.

And Light help me every time she holds up the fucking blade... I bleed.

I don’t know what she wants. But I know one thing with terrifying certainty.

Her presence threatens everything I’ve fought to become. And I will not let her take Gravemaw from me.

She won’t hurt this place. Not while I’m here.

Not while I’m alive at least.