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

Zephan;

”So, he’s pregnant?” Zethar questions as soon as we step into his dark room, I stiffen.

”It’s not confirmed,” I answer quickly as I watch him walk over to one of the windows and pull up the curtains to let some light in.

He turns to me, and I am forced to take my attention from how every single thing in his room is pure black. I don’t know how he hasn’t changed one bit. His love for the color black is quite something.

”But there’s a possibility?” He questions, and I run a shaky hand through my hair.

”The physician said it’s too early. She only suspects it.” I reply, half hoping it’s only a suspicion.

How the fuck am I supposed to take care of a pregnant omega!?? Zethar pauses, scanning my face.

”But you know a Royal physician wouldn’t mention such unless she was fairly sure.” He says in a quiet voice, and I shut my eyes.

”Right?” He pushes, and I say.

I want to say yes.

I want to say no.

I want to say a thousand things that make sense, but my throat feels tight.

”I don’t know,” I admit.

”I don’t know anything right now.” I add, and Zethar lets out a slow breath before walking to the foot of his bed, and staring at it as if lost in thought.

”He looked so small,” he murmurs, and I pout.

”He’s always looked small,” I retort, and he shuts his eyes.

A moment passes with both of us in complete silence before Zethar turns to me again.

”So... who do you think the father is?” He questions, and I groan in frustration.

”I don’t know,” I mutter, then louder

”I don’t fucking know, Zethar. So much is happening so fast and I’m panicking when I’m not even the father of the baby... If there’s a baby.” I add in exasperation and Zethar blink at me.

”Okay. Hypothetically speaking. If there is a baby...” He begins, and I remain silent as I stare at him.

”The Father is either Rhydian, or Koda..” he continues as he folds his arms, and I shut my eyes.

”He was with Rhydian for what, a week? Two?” He questions, and I shrug as I do not know the details of Elián’s travels.

”Seems about right.” I reply, as I open my eyes again, and Zethar nods.

”And then he was with Koda after? For much longer, right?” He continues his interrogation and I sigh.

”A little longer. Yes.” I reply, rubbing my temples.

”We know all this. Where are you going with this?” I demand and I look up at Zethar in confusion, and he shrugs.

”If Elián is pregnant, the baby is probably Koda’s. It makes no sense for Elián to...” He begins as he gestures vaguely in the air,

”get close enough with Rhydian to conceive, then leave and marry Koda in Gravemaw. If anything, the timing just points to Koda.” He concludes, and I pause.

His logic... makes sense.

Of course it does.

Zethar always manages to sound reasonable when he wants to.

”But we can’t be sure,” I reply, and he raises a brow.

”And... and we shouldn’t even be talking about this yet. If he isn’t pregnant, then we’re wasting time on nothing. And after everything that happened at Gravemaw...” I try to shut down the conversation, and Zethar’s face falls.

”Yeah. The attack.” He completes, and I pause as the memories of last night hits me so fast it almost hurts physically.

Flashes of fire, screaming, magic ripping through the air, my brothers...

”What happened?” Zethar asks softly as he walks over to me.

”Tell me everything.” He proves gently as he places a hand on my shoulder and I look up at him.

His eyes hold so much concern and I can tell that he’s worried about Father, Koda and Rhydian too.

Koda has always looked after us like a second father. He always softened the strict blows and parenting techniques Father used on us.

Rhydian may be a jerk sometimes, but he would fight to the death to protect his brothers and subconsciously taught us to always look out for one another.

Having both of them as well as Father injured and possibly still in danger is a heavy fact to digest.

”I don’t know what started the attack,” I whisper to Zethar.

”One moment, things were calm, and the next... witches and warlocks were everywhere. Spells flying, soldiers dropping, walls collapsing... it was chaos.” I add as I swallow, and it burns.

”And it felt like they were after Elián,” I continue softly as the fear that was on Elian’s far last night resurfaces.

”Everywhere he moved, something tried to strike him. And if they weren’t targeting him, they were targeting us. Our family. Gravemaw was broken so badly by...” I add, but pause as I shut my eyes tightly.

”They wanted to destroy us.” I conclude, and when I open my eyes, I see that Zethar’s expression has shifted. Filled with... worry, anger, suspicion...

”Do you think Father knew?” He asks, and my brows knot.

”What?”

”Zephan... Father is never caught off guard.” He replies and I blink in shocked silence.

”It’s never happened before. He is always ten steps ahead, even when he pretends he isn’t. There’s no way he didn’t sense this coming.” He adds, and I hate how much that makes sense.

I hate how much it aligns with every instinct in my bones.

”You’re saying he kept quiet? Let the attack happen?” I ask, with disbelief heavy my tone.

”I’m saying,” zethar counters quietly,

”that Father always knows more than he is willing to say. And this attack? It was too organized. Too targeted. There’s no way Father wouldn’t have sensed something was off.” He whispers, and a chill races down my spine.

”So what do we do?” I murmur, and Zethar gives me a tight smile.

”When everything settles, we’ll call a family meeting. All of us. This conversation is one we must have with Father.” He replies, and I nod.

If Zethar feels this way, he’s probably right. He’s too much like Father to not understand the man in times the rest of us can’t.

”I just hope Queen Cassia is okay. And our brothers.” I reply, silence stretches between us for a moment.

As the silence drags, a thought twists in my chest.

Should I tell him? Should I tell Zethar that Elián has the ability to heal others?

I look at Zethar wanting to fill him in, but I decide against it.

I don’t think it’s right to share this information yet. Not until I speak to Elián.

His secrets are not mine to distribute.

”You forget I can feel your emotions. You’re choking me with your worry.” he mutters, and I blink quickly to get out of my head.

”Sorry. I’m just... worried.”

”About the possibility of a baby?” He replies, and I pause.

”About everything,” I reply honestly, and Zethar just stares at me.

”If Elián is truly pregnant, how do we take care of him? I don’t know anything about this. I don’t know what he’ll need. What if something goes wrong? What if...” I begin, but stop as I feel my throat closing up.

”What if I fail him?” I whisper, and Zethar exhales softly before smiling so warmly at me, the warmth could melt cheese.

”You won’t fail him.”

”You don’t know that.”

”I do.” He cuts me off, and I stare at him.

”Okay then... Maybe if Aunt Selthía helps...” I begin, but Zethar snorts immediately.

”Zephan. Come on.”

”What?” I question in confusion, and he raises a brow.

”You really think Aunt Selthía... our Aunt Selthía... who can barely look at us without her lips tightening, is going to help raise a child with us?” He demands, and I fall silent.

He’s not wrong...

”She still blames us,” Zethar says softly.

”For Mother’s death.” He adds, and my heart sinks.

”I know,” I whisper.

”She never says it aloud but... I feel it. Every time.” I add and Zethar’s eyes soften as he looks at me.

”So no, she won’t help us. Not willingly.” He whispers and I run a hand through my hair again.

”Then what do we do, Zethar? If Elián is pregnant, what do we do?” I question in ever growing panic, and he steps closer as he places his hands on my shoulder.

”We handle it,” he says firmly.

”Together.” He adds, and I look at my twin in silence.

”If he’s pregnant, we will take care of him together. We will protect him until our family is stable again. We will make sure he and the baby are safe, fed, calm, and watched over. You won’t be alone in this, Zephan. Not for a moment.” He adds, and something inside me loosens, breaks.... And then heals.

I release a breath I didn’t know I was holding and nod slowly as relief crawls up my spine.

”Thank you,” I whisper, and he squeezes my shoulders, before pulling me into another hug. A much tighter, steadier hug.

”Always,” he breathes.

”You’re my brother.” He adds, and I close my eyes, letting the relief sink deep into my bones.

For the first time since the attack...

since Elián collapsed...

since the physician spoke about the possibility of a child... I don’t feel completely alone.

And with Zethar beside me, the fear doesn’t feel like it’s drowning me anymore.

This suddenly feels like something we can do... together.