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

Song For This Chapter: The Wolf Song by Jonna Jinton (Please try to listen to the song. It helped me connect to this Chapter... to both of them.)

Avaren;

Darkness.

It is all I have known for years... For so long, it’s been my companion.

At first I feared it, but now? Now it’s become normal. Something I’m used to.

Something I no longer fear.

In the absence of sight, all other senses sharpen and bloom.

I can feel the soft hum of mana in the air... swirling gently around the silk curtains of my bedroom. I can hear Calisí’s breathing as she’s perched at the edge of my bed... slow, calm, familiar. I can smell the pages of the novel she’s flipping through.

The constant flipping of the book’s pages is soothing... Quite like her presence... She warms the room... and my life more than any lantern ever could.

I turn slightly toward her when I realise she hasn’t flipped the page in a while. She’s gone down a rabbit hole of thoughts.

”You’ve gone quiet,” I note, and she exhales a short laugh.

I listen as she rolls towards me, and soon enough, I feel her arms wrap around me.

”You’re also quiet.” She replies with her mana circling me like a mother’s embrace, wrapping her child.

The bond between Calisi and me is deeper than anything I’ve ever felt... Almost deeper than any bond has the right to. But then again... given how I’m tied to her, this... closeness is the only option there is.

We feel each other deeper than others ever could... And it has been this way for as long as I can remember.

I move my hand until it touches her thigh, and a smile crawls onto my face. She doesn’t pull away. She never does.

For a moment, neither of us speaks.

The silence is not awkward. It is thick with memory. With peace and... comforting sadness.

But finally, Calisi breaks it.

”Do you remember,” she begins softly,

”When we were children... before everything fell apart?” She asks, and my heart skips a beat.

I roll onto my back as I choose to push back the memories which first pop up in my mind, and focus on the bright, precious ones, I have tried so hard to keep untainted from the sadness of my life.

”Which memory are you asking me to pull forth, Calisi? I have tons where you were always dragging me into trouble.” I whisper, and she scoffs.

”Oh, please. You were worse.” She responds with a gentle laugh, and I join in.

Calisi moves and rests her head and hand on my chest. My mind follows her mana signature like a map as I wrap an arm around her and bury the other in her hair. Stroking lightly as my mind wanders.

”It feels like a lifetime ago,” she whispers, and I can not help the misery that bleeds into my heart.

”It was,” I simply reply as memories rush at me.

Memories I have been too selfish and helpless to let go of.

Memories of my mother shoving her jewellery in my hands and screaming at me to run. Memories of hiding in the trees, unable to move because she used her mana to seal me in place while those beastmen burnt her alive.

She used every last breath in her to make sure I couldn’t leave my hiding place to come to her, even as she screamed in agony.

I can still hear her screams... still smell... still smell her burning flesh...

I can still feel the way her ashes slipped through my fingers the next morning...

”Think before then. Think about our mischievous adventures together.” Calisi speaks, sensing the shifts in my thoughts, and I feel her lean up. Resting her chin on the back of her hand as she stares at me.

A small smile crawls onto my face as I take a deep breath. As I force my mind to dig. Dig past the rubles... Past the nightmares... to the life we had... To the life we all shared... before that night.

My mind finds her small, family cottage on the edge of our people’s settlement. My smile grows as I remember the sound of her father’s deep laugh. The ever-graceful, ever-gentle Gorlois. The man she took so much after...

My mind recalls the warmth and smell of soup boiling over fire. While Calisi, I, and her brother run barefoot through the grass, with her shouting for us to follow her, always pulling us toward the sun.

Always eager to show us the new achievements she’s unlocked with her magic.

Back then, they were pretty little things.

Like making flowers bloom across fields... and stones... controlling flocks of birds, or schools of fish... Or summoning a flicker of flames from a finger.

Little, adorable things she was always so eager to show off... Innocent magic... that was... twisted into what it has become today.

Magic that was forced to lose its childlike flair. Magic that was no longer honed to impress... but to destroy.

”There was a time,” I say softly with a small chuckle,

”when we thought we could change the world. Bring Warlocks and Beastmen together...” I add, and she scoffs.

”Despite the first war... Despite how many times they had risen to strike us... We thought we could bring peace. We thought hiding was enough to keep them away... till we found a way to negotiate.” She replies with a bitter laugh, and I sigh.

”We were children. Naive, little things,” she adds.

”That was our mistake. Hope for peace... in a world that has long taught violence.” She adds, and I tilt my head.

”Was it? Was dreaming a crime?” I reply, and she scoffs.

”Dreams get people killed.” She replies, and I hear her nails lightly pick at the bed sheets, a nervous habit she’s had since she was little.

Her mana trembles around her, uneven and tense.