Help! Five Beast Alphas Want To Breed Me!!(BL)

Elián;

’Omegas? They’re special. They submit. Surrender. Give. Love and reproduce... they have been blessed with the sole duty and purpose of reproduction. The biggest duty of the entire race.’

I blink at the words, and a bitter taste coats my tongue...

Isn’t this just one meticulous way of glorifying slavery? ’The sole duty of reproduction’?! That sounds so wrong!

So degrading!

What happens if an omega wants to rule? Or assist Alphas?

They’re just destined to pop out babies till they die??

Wait.

Wait a damn fucking minute.

Everyone’s been calling me an omega... Since I got here.

They believe my sole purpose is to birth babies?!!

Are they crazy??

That reminds me. This book has to have something about gender. Something that will help me understand why these people think aman can birth babies.

I flip a few pages, and freeze.

One sentence grabs my eyes, my mind... even my spine.

’Omegas arenot allowed to procreate with themselves. As special as omegas are to the order of things, they are the weakest in rank, and two omegas coming together will create high risks of birthing another omega. Hence, omegas are better paired with Alphas and Betas.

That is why any two omegas caught in a romantic relationship will both be castrated, and then banished from their clans, or could face worse punishment based on the judgment of their clan’s council.’

My eyes scan the words. Over and over again. But I’m unable to understand what both paragraphs just said because one thing keeps standing out to me. One thing has left me gagged.

My stomach twists in horror.

Will both be castrated.

”Both... castrated??” I mutter out loud in horror, as the realisation dawns on me.

In refusal to believe, I keep flipping. Scanning through the book, and every single thing I find is more mortifying than the last.

Omegas are men!

All men!!

There are no female omegas.... Even if there are, they are very rare.

This entire book highlights how omegas are destined to be baby makers for Betas and Alphas and should be happy doing it. ’Because it’s a blessing’

The book further explains that an omega who doesn’t bear a child for an Alpha or Beta in his lifetime is cursed and useless, and the laws of this world allow such omegas to be killed.

At first, I was flipping through this book to get basic info, but I ended up reading the whole thing. Not out of curiosity but out of sheer panic.

Panic to understand what I have been flung into, and fear too crippling I couldn’t put down the book.

This is the chaos I’ve been thrown into?!

Now I get it. I’ve... What’s the word... I’ve... I’ve transmigrated.

I saw something like this on the internet once. A novel about a guy thrown into a fantasy world where everything was twisted. Everyone loved it. I even laughed at it too.

Not once did I ever think that someday, that book would be the story of my freaking life!

I’ve transmigrated into a fucking creepy world where Omegas are baby poopers and I just so happen to be one.

An Omega. Bought by five Alpha... probably royal brothers, and charged with the duty of giving them babies...

I’m fucked. Fucked in the most stupefied way probably ever known to man.

How the fuck did I even get here?!

I spent the whole day, partly waiting... hoping to wake up in a white-tiled hospital somewhere, but every passing second here brings with it the terrifying thought that this... All this might just be real.

I probably haven’t lost my mind, and this probably isn’t a dream. I’m... I think this is all real.

I touch my stomach as sweat breaks out along my forehead, as a memory floods my mind. I once watched a video of a woman giving birth to a baby, and I was shaken for days.

I couldn’t even look at babies without imagining the pain they caused their mothers in labour rooms. And now... there’s a possibility that can happen to me too?!

No!

No fucking way.

I don’t know where the baby will come out from, and I’m honestly not planning to find out.

I have to get the fuck out of here. If I’m truly now an omega, nobody is fucking putting a baby in me.

And if I’m not an omega... which I hope I’m not... I still don’t intend to be shared amongst five brothers like beef jerky!

”Master Elián, are you free now? It will soon be time to meet with the king. We ought to get you ready...” Alana’s voice suddenly calls from outside, and I go rigid.

I look out the window and realise it’s dark.

Shit! How did I not notice the time fly by so fast?

”Master Elián?” Alana’s voice calls again, and I kiss my teeth.

”Give me a few more minutes, Alana!” I reply in annoyance, and there’s silence... just for a few seconds. Then her voice comes again. Softer this time.

”Okay, little Master. I’ll come back in five minutes. You can’t be late for your meeting with the king.” She then says, and I raise a brow as I stare at the door.

So now it’s little master?

”M...master Elián?”

”I’ve heard you, Alana!”

I listen to her footsteps recede, and my mind immediately begins to outline a pure, clear mission.

Escape.

I stand up, and my legs wobble from being folded in the same position for so long, but I ignore the pain. I rush to the window, and glee explodes inside me when I see that it’s quite close to the ground.

I look around, and there are no guards in sight. Good. I know my way to the garden from here.

I’ll just go there, jump over a wall or something and the fuck out of here. My first mission is getting the hell away from men who want to plant babies in me.

I don’t know where the fuck I’ll go from here, but not having to fear being impregnated seems like a good start.

I hoist myself onto the window frame and, with one long, deep breath, I throw myself out. I land on my feet, and thank my stars for successful years in P.E

Not minding the darkness the night has brought with it, I start my sprint. I took note of the way during the tour with Alana, and any minute now, I should get to the garden.

I stick to the shadows, avoiding the various guards chatting at different points, and when I’m able to slip into the garden, I let out a breath.

This place is gorgeous...

I take a deep breath as the sweet smell of exotic flowers fills my nose, and a weird kind of excitement thrums through me.

I stare at the flowers. Different shapes, sizes and colours, and that’s when my eyes land on it. Just in the distance.

One single golden flower that’s glowing in the distance.

I exhale slowly in awe as I stare at it. I want to get a closer look. It looks like the flower from Beauty and the Beast... if that flower was made of gold and glowed in the dark.

I walk cautiously over to the flower, and my goodness. What type of flower is this? I’m pretty sure nothing like this exists in... well, back home.

Should I touch it?

I want to touch it.

Just know how it feels.

Does it feel like it’s made of gold, or are its petals just delicate little beauties?

I slowly reach for the flower, but a sudden rustle from the shadows nearby causes me to freeze.

I snap my head in its direction, and my heart starts pounding.

What was that??

Have I been found??

Shit!

I should have run, but I stopped to admire flowers! Flowers for fucks sakes!!

Please be a rabbit. Or a fairy. Or anything but a brother with an impregnation agenda...

I watch the bush closely with my heart beating in my ear, and finally, a squirrel runs out.

”Oh, thank goodness.”

I let out a breath as I place a hand over my pounding chest.

That’s enough exploring. I need to get the shit out of here before real trouble find me. I spot a wall not too far off.

It’s twice my height, but by some miraculous grace, I should be able to scale it.

I rush over to the wall, and only after standing in front of it do I realise that I may have overestimated my height.

There’s a tree branch a little distance above me. If only I can...

I take one huge jump, and I nearly reach it.

Oh, fuck!

This is my only way out of here.

I need to catch that branch.

I take another jump, and my fingers just brush the leaves.

I’m not going to be stuck here! I need to catch that branch and hoist myself up with it!

I stare at the branch, building momentum, and with another huge jump, my fingers curl around the branch.

I caught it!

My smile vanishes when I start slipping and I struggle to hold on with my other hand, but it’s too late.

I fall back to the ground, and I’m about to curse when I hear someone speak behind me.

”If you put a bit more bounce into your jump, maybe you’d be able to catch it.”

Shit!