Imara Diversifies The Beastmen World

Chapter One Hundred and Twenty-Four: Promises in the Rain

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I sat in the quiet of my room, listening to the gentle patter of rain against the window. The air was thick with the lingering warmth of my mates' voices through our bond, grounding me in their presence despite the distance between us. The tension in the house had been suffocating, but hearing them eased something inside me.

"My loves," I whispered through our connection, allowing myself to sink into the familiarity of their energy.

Harvey's voice was the first to reach me, rich and soothing. "Love, finally, you've reached out. How are you?"

A smile tugged at my lips. "I'm okay. How are you both? Where's Horace?"

A bright trill rang through my ears, followed by Harvey's response. "We're flying right now, so he's in his beast form."

I wasn't focusing on seeing through their eyes, just listening. Over time, I'd learned that unless I actively sought their vision or the experiences leading up to their present moment, I wouldn't feel fatigued or go mute from the strain.

"Could you still connect us, please?" I asked softly.

"Of course, my love," he murmured, and I felt the shift as his hand touched Horace's back, bridging our connection.

Horace's deep voice soon followed, laced with longing. "Imara, my darling..."

A shiver ran down my spine, the ache of missing them thick between us. Words felt useless when emotions said enough. Through our bond, we could feel each other—the yearning, the devotion, the deep pull that made every second apart feel like a lifetime.

I let out a slow, content sigh. "Hmm..."

They felt it too.

We sighed in unison.

Harvey was the first to speak again, his tone thoughtful. "I have some good news, love. We'll probably be back a day or two earlier than expected."

Excitement surged through me as he continued. "Everything's going smoothly with the green beans, and we're flying back now. I have a feeling the rain will let up tomorrow for a bit before it starts again. If I'm right, we could fly all the way through, cutting our time short."

A delighted squeal escaped me as I rolled onto my back, squeezing my pillow. "Really?! Don't get my hopes up like that! I miss you both too much already! If you're not sure, don't say it, or I'll have to punish you for making me suffer through this anticipation!"

Horace's laughter echoed through my mind. "Yes, really. I can sense it. Even if it rains, we'll make it back. Besides, missing you like this? I'd weather any storm. We'll be back sooner than expected. And you can take all your frustrations out on me when I return. This was the worst idea I've ever partaken in—I hate being away from you."

Harvey chimed in, voice brimming with longing. "I agree. Everything's been irritating me. My usual calm resolve? Gone. I know this trip is important, but these days feel like years. I even wanted to fight the rain the other day. I miss you more than I can say. I deserve the punishment."

I giggled, warmth spreading through me as I melted into their love. "Oh, trust me, I'll punish both of you when you get back," I teased, feeling the shared shiver of anticipation. "Now hurry up and get back to me. And tell that rain to back off if it tries to make liars out of you."

Their laughter rang through my mind, full of love.

"We will, love. We'll be back before you know it."

"I love you," we said in unison.

As the connection faded, peace settled over me, easing tension I hadn't even realized I was carrying.