Novel & Cerita My Beast Son's In Heat

My eyes widened as the realization hit me. The beast before me was in heat. I remembered my father’s warnings about how dangerous an Alpha’s heat could be. Desperation surged through me, and I tried to escape again, but it was a foolish attempt. He caught me before I could even move, his grip unyielding. Before I knew it, my body was turned, my buttocks facing him. “No, you need to stop! I might end up getting pregnant! Are you even listening to me?” I cried out, desperation lacing my voice.

"My alpha pride refuses to crawl on its belly to beg for Chika's disgusting whims!" My father’s heavy fists pound urgently against the external iron bolts, the structural frame vibrating under his absolute fury. "De-escalate your useless tantrums and clear the threshold this exact microsecond, Bianca! Your reckless hands have manufactured a lethal bottleneck for this family, and the hour has arrived to offer a total submissive apology to the warlord's mate!"

In my past life, I still clung to the bond of blood, soft-hearted enough to invite wolves into my home—only to be killed by them. This time, I wanted no ties with my parents. Yet they still thought I was someone they could trample on. My eyes burned red as I slapped Celie twice across the face, hard. Father's expression darkened. He raised his arm as if to strike me. But Felix stepped in immediately, blocking him. Even in human form, beastmen were massive. At nearly one meter ninety, Felix towered over him. I watched Father's bravado crumble in an instant and couldn't help but laugh.

“He’s been… different lately. Really needy and cranky. He’s been picking fights, and nothing I do seems to make him happy. I snapped at him earlier, and he started crying, saying I’m a bad Alpha.” My father chuckles softly, and the sound catches me off guard. “Landon, I think I know what’s going on.” I frown, confused. “What do you mean?” “Tyler’s getting close to his first heat,” my father explains, his voice way too amused for my liking. “Omegas tend to get like this when they’re halfway to their heat. They become needy, bratty, and uncomfortable in places that don’t feel right for nesting.” Shit.

He didn’t blink. He held my gaze, steady as stone. Then he dropped the match. “I’m Tristan Cox.” The name sat there, echoing in the silence like a scream that no one else could hear. For a long moment, neither of us spoke. I stared at him. The man who had invaded my life, shadowed every step, moved pieces across a board I hadn’t even realized I was standing on. “What the hell did you just say?” “I’m Osman's son. His first son,” he said calmly. “My mother was Janice Chase. They were together long before your mother. She was the woman he loved. Before the empire. Before the mask. She carried me in secret while he built a legacy out of lies.”

Any beastkin engaging in relations with a human under 18 would be immediately neutralized, regardless of whether or not it was consensual. "You know I'm a clean freak. I don't like her touching you." Lisa nuzzled his neck and pouted. "Please, Salem. Can't we be each other's firsts?" After a long while, Salem hoarsely replied, "Alright."

Beast lost his cool as he saw that man, but, in a few seconds, he composed himself. “Beast, everything is ready.” Basim and Meher came to the torture room. Everyone was looking at the Beast with a wondering face that how difficult it is for him to keep himself under control. But how long? Finally, he has to vent out his anger? He gestured his man to bring an axe for him. With a scary look on his face, that man was gazing at Beast.

He had already decided to show off all his pets to her Mom, and he was pretty sure that she would definitely like them. Poor Alisha being unconsciously tortured by love of the father and son pair. ............

My mate growled loudly and I would’ve run to him if both my fathers hadn’t held me back. “Princess, whatever’s happening needs to happen. I have a feeling Ugar knows more about Beast than all of us combined,” my father pointed out. “What is he doing to him?” I sobbed. My pregnancy hormones had me going insane when Beast growled even louder. “Pay attention Azalea. He’s not growling out of pain,” Simiyan told me.

His speech and articulation had been very advanced for a four-year-old, but after pouting and frowning, he finally looked his age. “But running away won’t solve the problem. She’ll still tattle to your mom,” Ed said. He didn’t know who Rosemore was, but he followed the conversation. AJ smacked his forehead. “You’re right!” Reluctantly, he grabbed his bag. “What’s your name, mister?” AJ asked. Curious before they parted. “Just call me Beast.” Ed pointed to the scar on his face. AJ laughed. “You’re not as bad as the beast,” he said.