Beastworld Bride: My Seven SSS-Rank Alpha Mates

Elara’s POV

Barrett whispered my name, "Elara..."

"Shh. Just breathe," I said with a grin.

Damn, I’m getting good at this.

Never expected Barrett to be this responsive. Figured he’d put up more of a fight, like the others.

This one’s definitely safe territory.

Sure, the other three kiss like they wrote the manual, making me feel amateur. But the truth? I’ve got serious skills.

Barrett was completely undone.

His gaze went hazy, soft groans escaping his lips.

I let my hands explore. Just the right touch, and he trembled under my fingers.

"Elara," he pleaded, "food’s getting cold. Let me up. Tonight, I’m all yours, promise?"

"Not happening." I wasn’t backing down now. "General Barrett earned MVP today. His mate should reward that performance. Unless... you’re not interested?"

Nobody played their cards better than me.

Eyes heavy-lidded, expression soft yet wicked—I knew exactly how irresistible I looked, watching Barrett’s self-control crumble.

He sucked in a sharp breath and declared firmly, "I want it."

From below, Kaelen’s voice boomed, "Food’s on the table. You two planning to eat or what?"

I chuckled and flicked Barrett’s forehead. "Can’t even steal a moment without getting busted, can you?"

Barrett went quiet. I could tell from his expression he was thinking something like, ’She’s actually laughing at me. Could this get any worse?’

Dinnertime arrived. I presented the gifts I’d picked up—matching sets. Finnian and Silas already had theirs.

"Identical?" Julian examined the ring in Kaelen’s hand, then his own simple band—carbon copies.

"Even the earrings." Kaelen seemed stunned, as if wondering how I could hand out duplicate gifts like it was perfectly normal.

I settled at the table’s head, observing them both. Head tilted, I smiled. "Look closer."

Barrett didn’t need to check. Already wearing his, he’d spotted it immediately—both our initials engraved inside the band. The earring bore a circle of tiny letters too.

"Thanks, Elara. Perfect." His voice stayed husky from earlier, cheeks still flushed.

Julian rolled his eyes. "Thanks, Elara."

Kaelen chimed in. "Love it."

I shot them a warning look. "Keep pushing."

My smile turned cold. Julian clammed up. Kaelen followed suit. They shared a glance, clearly scheming something.

Alistair let me slide his on—flawless fit. I’d checked their Genetic ID measurements before shopping.

"Thank you, Elara." He left it at that, probably worried the other two would start their nonsense again. But I caught sight of the scales behind his ears. My grin turned wicked.

I propped my chin on my palm, looking absolutely satisfied with myself.

Alistair sat to my right, Finnian to my left. Julian next to Alistair, Kaelen across from him, then Barrett.

Dorian lay curled in my lap, blinking drowsily.

His drowsy eyes looked up at me as if to ask, "Where’s mine?"

I ran fingers through his hair. "Yours is with me, Your Highness. You’ll get it when you’re better."

"Alright. Thanks, Elara," he mumbled.

His small pink tongue traced from my neck to my cheek. His tail swished, forming a heart. He burrowed closer, repeating my name in increasingly tender whispers.

Finnian snatched Dorian up and tossed him aside, expression unchanged. He placed a slice of beef on my plate. "Hair was contaminating dinner."

Julian and Kaelen exchanged satisfied looks.

They found Dorian more irritating than Barrett’s earlier display, using his animal form to get away with murder—and I fell for it every time.

Dorian hit the floor and shook himself, confused. "Some brother you are."

Now I was the one shocked.

Wait. What?

Finnian stated, "Around my wife, there are no brothers. Only competition."

Dorian huffed, "I’ll do it again."

Finnian let out a dry laugh. "And I’ll toss you again."

"Elara, look what he’s doing!" Dorian whined.

I raised a hand. "Your Highness. Hold up."

So... I can be with two brothers?

Oh, damn.

Yeah, I’m totally fine with this.

I’d glanced at those Genetic ID Cards when putting them away, but missed that Finnian and Dorian shared the same mother.

Pulling out my phone now would be way too obvious. Instead, I opened my light interface. Both their profiles were there. I accessed the details and stared.

Both the Queen’s sons are here. With me.

"Two brothers sharing?" Finnian’s tone shifted dangerously.