Imara Diversifies The Beastmen World

Chapter Forty Four: The Guys Had a Fallen Out

As the guys left Imara's house, the guards sternly shoved them away, keeping a watchful eye. Once they had walked far enough, two guards stayed by Imara's side, while the other two approached the group for a private conversation, making sure they were out of earshot.

One of the guards spoke, his tone sharp and admonishing. "It seems you've all forgotten your place! You're lucky Imara told us to let it go, or we'd teach you a lesson ourselves! A male's duty is to protect and bring joy to a female—not to upset her. Unless, of course, you don't desire her at all!"

The guys stood in silence, clearly chastised.

Finally, John broke the quiet, his voice earnest but defensive. "That's not what we meant to happen! Do you think we feel good about making her cry? We didn't mean for it to happen... It's just happ—oouf!"

The guard didn't let him finish. He knocked John to the ground with a swift motion.

"I don't want to hear your excuses. If you knew better, you'd do better! And who are you to speak, anyway? Didn't you lose to Harvey in a fight and swear to never pursue Imara again? You had your chance, and you failed! Worse, you dragged your brother into this, making him lose his composure and his chance with her because he chose you over Imara! It's pathetic!"

The guard's voice was cold and cutting as he added, "You've proven you're not mature enough for a female mate—just as Imara said!"

John lay there, stunned into silence, unable to respond.

John stumbled back, his face pale. The guard's words hit him harder than any blow. He opened his mouth to respond but couldn't find the words. The weight of his mistakes sank in, leaving him silent.

Meanwhile, Steve was fuming. "Watch your mouth when you talk about my brother, and don't touch him!" he growled, helping John to his feet.

"That wasn't his decision—it was mine. I didn't choose him over Imara; I just didn't want Harvey to kill him."

The guard chuckled darkly. "Oh, you definitely chose. And if you thought Harvey was going to kill him, you need more maturity too. You just proved my point, you weird lover of your brother cub!"

The other guards burst out laughing at the comment.

Steve's anger boiled over, and he started moving toward the guard with fury in his eyes.

Frank and Nicholas quickly stepped in, standing between Steve and the guard.

"Calm down," Frank said firmly, trying to diffuse the tension.

At that moment, Harvey arrived with James and a few more guards.

Steve and John's growls persisted, but the guard didn't flinch. His stance remained confident and unyielding. "I stand by my words," he said, showing no sign of backing down.

Nicholas stepped forward, his tone serious. "He's right. You all went too far."

John's frustration spilled over. "Don't act innocent, Nick! You love Imara just as much as we do! You feel the same way, so I don't want to hear it from you!"

The air was thick with tension, emotions running high.

Nicholas didn't budge, his voice unwavering. "So what if I do? You're the one who started all of this—the reason Imara cried! I don't want to hear anything out of your mouth. Neither you nor Steve has the right to speak, let alone be around Imara," he growled, glaring at them both.

Frank stepped in, holding onto Nick's arms. "Nick, you're right, but calm down," he pleaded.

Nick shook Frank's hands off in frustration, pointing an accusatory finger at him. "And you're no better, Frank! Who told you to say anything? You're the main reason she cried!"