QT: I hijacked a harem system and now I'm ruining every plot(GL)

Chapter 445: Seraphina

"Look."

"How beautiful."

"So bright."

"Wow."

I hear voices and turn toward the source. I find Elara at the center of it all, bathed in silver light, the glowing mist wrapping around her like a second skin.

"Oh my."

"The last time a bond was this bright was with the Luna."

"I know."

"So are you saying the amount of love she receives is equivalent to the amount Luna receives with more mates?"

"Probably more. Even the Luna was not this bright."

Elara is spun around, and it is like a bright light.

I clear my throat loudly.The gossiping wolves scatter, guilty.

The gall they have to say such things when the light of their bond could barely light up a page to read.

Besides, what is so special? It is probably so bright because her mate is not a wolf.

I turn around and find my mates. I take Kai’s hand. The space between us lights up—a dim, steady light. Rylan takes my other hand, and a similar light forms.

I cannot help but compare.

When Marcus and Theron stand around me, it is bright again. I am surrounded by light.

I cannot even be happy.

It is like comparing the light of a dozen candles to a raging fireplace.

I smile and try to be happy.

But the comparison gnaws at me.

"I adore you, Mate of mine," Marcus says.

I smile in response.

"And I love you," I say, walking forward and kissing him.

"I love you," Kai says.

I kiss him too.

"I love you," I respond.

"I love you," Theron and Rylan say simultaneously, and both kiss my cheek.

I giggle in response.

"I love you," I say.

Right. I should not think about her right now. This is a time for me and my mates.

I enjoy myself. I lean my back against, I think, Kai, and close my eyes.

I hear the sounds of other wolves—mating, some in wolf form. Could not be me. I do not feel myself getting undressed by them. I just pray to the goddess that at least let me conceive from this night.

Most wolves do. Please, goddess, send me your grace too.

I turn my head to the side as someone kisses my neck. My naked body is being held by four pairs of hands.

It has been a while since all four of them were together like this, with the constant arguments of late. Only individual moments, where each one is hoping I have a child.

I try to lose myself in the moment.

Their hands are on my body. Their lips are on my skin. Their scents surround me, familiar and warm. My wolf is humming, the mate bonds are singing.

Marcus’s lips find my neck. I tilt my head to give him more room.

"Beautiful," he murmurs against my skin.

Kai’s hands are on my hips. Theron’s chest is pressed against my back. Rylan is kissing my shoulder.

I let myself fall into the rhythm of it.

Their hands are on me. Their mouths are on me. Their bodies press against mine, warm and familiar. I let myself be carried by the sensations—the friction, the heat, the feeling of being wanted.

For a moment, I forget.

I stop thinking about anything except the feeling of being touched, being filled, being claimed.

I moan.

I arch my back.

I let them take me apart.

"Just trust me."

A voice snaps me out of my reverie. There is so much noise happening, a voice should not do this to me. It is just unfortunately I recognize it immediately.

Elara.

"My beloved, there is nothing I would not give you, but surely you cannot expect me to be intimate with you with the crowd."

"There is no crowd, because no one is paying attention to us."

"I am pretty sure there is."

"It is part of the ceremony. Please, won’t you just look at me?"

"Getting naked is cheating."

I hear Elara giggle.

"See the way you are not interested in any other wolf? That is the way they feel about their mates."

"I do not know why I bother, when there is nothing I could ever deny you."

I do not know why, but I open my eyes. Unable to stop myself, I watch them. They are not even close to me, but thanks to wolf eyesight, they could be right in front of me.

On a fallen tree, they use it as a makeshift bed. It feels like I am intruding. It is so intimate.

I feel humiliated.

While I am being claimed and wanted... Elara is being loved.

I cannot help it. I moan when expected to, respond when I should, but I watch in some form of sick torture.

Their light is so bright. It lights them up for the world to see, their kisses so intimate and erotic. The way her hands cradle Elara’s face. The way Elara’s fingers trace down her spine. The way they move together, slow and easy, like they have all the time in the world.

I have never been touched like that.

"You like that, huh?" Theron’s voice is warm against my ear.

I feel guilty.

"Yes," I gasp.

But I am not talking about him.

I am not talking about any of them.

Theron’s hands grip my hips. Marcus’s teeth graze my shoulder. Rylan’s fingers are tangled in my hair.

I let them.

I moan when I am supposed to.

I arch when I am supposed to.

But my eyes stay fixed on them.

And I feel a hunger I cannot name.

Rylan tries to turn me, but I stop him. I push him to the forest ground and straddle him instead. He is pleased.

I hate that I want to keep watching.

And... Elara’s mate is so attractive. So different from my mates, who are all hard and muscle.

She is leaner, sharper, with a kind of grace that makes her look like she is always dancing, even when she is standing still.

But no matter how much Elara pretends, she will never be truly satisfied. After all, a woman could never provide the deepest claiming all wolves need.

I feel better now.

I lean down and kiss Rylan.

He kisses me back.

I lose myself in the sensation.

I stop watching them.

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