Imara Diversifies The Beastmen World

Chapter One Hundred and Sixty: My Sky

Author San: Hey Besties so I updated chapter 161 before one 160.  😅 So umm yeah here it goes. Sorry for any confusion. I will organize it to be correct. 

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With Imara in my arms, I felt the Beast God answer my plea. The sacred performance of my clan had reached her, but what she carried inside needed more — needed Him. His presence settled over me, steady and ancient, guiding my touch as I held her through the storm.

When she finally looked at me, in her brown eyes. I could see my one who was no longer fighting but still scared and completely exhausted and needing to be reassured.

Reassurance I can give along with the peace she needs.

She felt so small within my arms and completely vulnerable and I wanted her to know that she was safe to be so because I would never take advantage of that. I soothe my hand down her hair while I pull her even close to me making my beast pressure flow through her to nest her with the safety of my arms.

"Don't be afraid my dear Aria."

I could feel and hear the trembles in her voice as she said "But I am." as she held on to me as if seeking to rest in them forever. A feeling I would never get over that I am blessed to be one who she gives such love to.

I covered her with her robe and used my wind force to close the window. Then I tilted her chin up to look at me again and said, "This is what it means to be bonded."

Their voices layered in my ears. Horace and the Beast God, perfectly blended, impossible to separate. But the words confused me.

This is what it means to be bonded?

In the memories I had from the novel, nothing like this was ever mentioned. All I remembered was how painful it was for males when a bond was removed, how easily females could sever one, and how a woman's true feelings determined where the bond surfaced on her body. None of it explained... this.

I could see confusion fill her eyes, so I continued, "The truth of a bond is that you become the foundation for us all. You are our center. The bond isn't a vine meant to entangle you — it's what roots us. What blooms grows into a forest where we're intertwined because we're becoming one for life."

I lifted her hand and placed it over my heart so she could feel how it beat only for her.

"Our need for each other will deepen because of that. So what you feel... is what you're meant to feel. It's the same for us."

I understood what he was saying to me, but I still couldn't stop myself from whispering, "What...?"

This really wasn't the time to think such ridiculous things, but seriously what in the Alpha‑Wolf‑Fated‑Luna mess was this? I shoved the thought aside because I knew this was about to become a ugly disaster.

I pushed myself up out of his arms. "You don't understand because this is your way," I said, my voice shaking. "But this is wrong. I'm not made to handle dynamics like this. I feel like I'm losing myself. It doesn't feel right. To love in this way... it feels like a slow spread of poison that could harm all of us."

I couldn't help but think about the kind of love that makes people abandon their children because they only care about each other. The kind that erodes health and autonomy. The kind that, if you don't balance it, turns into someone like Rosa unable to see her own wrongs, ending lives like they were prey for game instead of survival.

A love where mated males abandon all moral code at the will and words of their mate. No power like that ever ends well, and I wanted to fight it.

It took every last bit of courage I had to say the next words, but I had to lay out my truth.