Imara Diversifies The Beastmen World

Chapter One Hundred: Boundaries Crossed

The tense atmosphere in the Ape King's castle weighed heavily on me. We were in the front corridors of a foyer as I sat in Winston's lap, trying to find solace in his comforting presence.

But the incessant arguing between Qean and Wilbard pierced through the air, disrupting any chance of peace.

Despite Winston's captivating beauty, my attention was drawn to the turmoil of arguing unfolding before us, fueled by their selfishness and lack of accountability.

When Qean's voice echoed down the corridor, calling out for me, my instinct was to rush to her side, to comfort my pretty one. However, I heard a voice saying "Let it be."

Despite my anguish at hearing Qean's plea, I thought the Beast God must have a good reason. With clenched fists and a heavy heart, I resigned myself to the painful reality.

Surrounded by the unwavering support of my mates, I found a moment of respite in Winston's embrace. As I settled back into his lap, his joy and contentment radiated through me, easing the weight of the world on my shoulders.

His gentle caresses and the rhythmic thumping of his happy tail against the floor brought a smile to my lips, a brief reprieve from the turmoil around us.

Harvey, my beloved, spoke softly, his words a balm to my weary soul. "I know this day has been hard on you, my love, but it will pass," he said, his voice filled with empathy and understanding. His gaze met mine, and I couldn't help but smile in return, feeling a surge of gratitude for his unwavering support.

With a soft smile, I reached out to him, running my fingers tenderly along his cheek as he leaned in closer. His golden silk hair framed his face, a sight that never failed to make me swoon.

"You're so beautiful, my love," I murmured, feeling the weight of exhaustion begin to lift as his presence enveloped me in a comforting embrace.

Horace said, "We will take care of you my Aria."

Horace's words caught me by surprise, and I looked at him with curiosity. "Aria?" I questioned, intrigued by the unfamiliar term.

He nodded, a tender smile gracing his features. "Yes, eagles give their females names based on how they feel about them. I chose Aria," he explained, his voice filled with admiration. "It embodies elegance, beauty, and grace, much like you. Your flight, your wings, your talons—they all exude a majestic quality that captivates me."

His words warmed my heart, and I couldn't help but blush, seeking solace in Winston's embrace. Feeling Horace take my hand, I turned to him, meeting his gaze. His lips pressed gently against the inside of my hand, eliciting a delighted giggle from me.

The sound of his throaty bird noises in response to my reaction only made me gush with affection even more and I hid my face with my hand.

Gabriel's gentle touch lifted my hand from my face, his eyes filled with warmth and affection. "Don't hide, let us see all of you, pretty babe," he urged, his voice soft and reassuring.

Feeling overwhelmed by their attention and affection, I couldn't help but melt under their gaze. "It's too much, please," I murmured, feeling myself shy away slightly, a blush creeping onto my cheeks and butterflies swimming in my stomach.

Their collective laughter filled the room, a symphony of joy and elated unity. Despite my shyness, I couldn't help but smile at their playful teasing, grateful for their unwavering support and love.

Winston's unexpected gesture caught me off guard. "I have something for you." He said. His hands coming over head, as he presented the shimmering emerald, a gift from the depths of his heart, I felt a warmth spread through me.