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

Zethar;

I close the door behind us with more force than I intend, and the sound echoes through my room like a slap.

Zephan flinches faintly...but he doesn’t speak.

He just stands there, rubbing his palms together like a guilty boy caught with blood on his mouth.

I take a slow breath. To control myself, as this is my brother.

I don’t give a shit about my temper when around others, but with Zephan... I have to force myself to have control.

Fights with him are the most painful. Not physically... but emotionally... I can’t deal with that right now.

He’s my strongest source of support, and I’m not about to push him away with my stinking temper. But I still can’t help but feel so mad.

I take another breath to keep calm.

I don’t shout. I don’t rage.

I just stare because I don’t trust my voice.

This is my brother. My twin. The other half of my soul.

I should keep it together, but Light help me, my chest feels tight... like someone dropped a stone in it and told it to drown.

I walk past him and sit at the edge of my bed.

My elbows rest on my knees, and my fingers curl together, trying... and failing... to stop trembling.

”Zethar...” Zephan finally speaks, and don’t look at him.

Not yet.

”Explain,” I say flatly.

Two syllables. Low. Controlled as best I can, but my voice cracks in the middle, betraying the storm of emotions beneath.

”Zethar, I...I didn’t mean to hide it. I just...” He begins, but trails off, and I shut my eyes.

”Explain,” I repeat, more quietly this time. Duller with the ache I feel, and he freezes at the sound of my voice, like it cut him.

Finally, he speaks again.

”Elián healed me on the night of the attack. He sealed up my wounds with power I couldn’t understand,” he whispers.

”And Koda. And Rhydian.” He adds, and my spine goes rigid.

There it is. The truth.

A truth he never told me. A truth he kept from me.

My voice leaves me before I can think, spilling my mind like I always do to him.

”Why didn’t you tell me?” I ask as I finally look up at him, but he looks away with shame clinging to him like smoke.

”It was Elián’s secret,” he says.

”I thought... I thought when he was ready, he’d tell you. So I waited.” He adds, and a huff escapes me as silence envelopes us.

I stare at him in the silence as ugly emotions twist inside me. He’s my twin. The one who I hatched from the same egg as.

The one with whom I share my soul, my storms, my victories.

And he kept this from me?

”Zethar...” he whispers again, stepping closer.

”I didn’t want to betray him.”

”And so you betrayed me instead?” I demand the words ripping from me before I can catch them, and Zephan flinches.

His eyes widen. He looks hurt.

And I’m sorry, but I am hurt as well!

I stand to face him. Not in anger, but hurt.

”Zephan,” I breathe, placing a hand against the middle of my chest, right where the ache sits,

”We’re twins,” I state, and he nods slowly, already knowing where this is going.

”You are thirty seconds older than me. That’s all. Thirty seconds.” I add, and my voice shakes.

”And in those thirty seconds, you seem to have decided that I will forever be yours to look after, but we were born together. We were born the same. You don’t have to do these things you think are mature and expected of you. Protecting me... and everyone around you.” I say flatly, Zephan’s eyes go glossy.

”Zethar...”

”No.” I cut him off gently, but firmly.

”I need you to listen,” I state, and he presses his lips together.

The silence stretches between us, heavy with years and memories and all the things we’ve survived only because we had each other.

”You can hide secrets from the world,” I continue softly, stepping closer.

”You can hide secrets from Father. Our brothers. Anyone!” I speak past my tightening throat.

”But not from me,” I add, and Zephan takes a deep breath.

”You know the rules. We never hide anything from each other. Never. We are all each other has, and you’re... you’ve started keeping secrets? That too about our omega?! And a secret this big!?” I speak, and he shuts his eyes.

”Zephan, we’ve been laughing together, joking around and caring for him, and all this while, you just had this sitting in your heart? It didn’t bother you once that you kept a secret from... are there more? When did this start?” I continue in hurt I can’t hide, and Zephan breaks.

I see it... His shoulders slump, his eyes drop as guilt pulls his posture down like gravity.

”I’m sorry,” he whispers.

And I hear the truth in it. I really do.

But the hurt is still there.

”Zethar, I swear... I didn’t mean to shut you out. I just wanted to protect Elián’s privacy. I thought it wasn’t my place.” He breathes, and I close the distance fully and grip his forearms.

”How are we supposed to care for him?” I begin, and my voice cracks again...

”How are we supposed to care for him together...if we start keeping secrets about him from each other?” I ask, and his breath hitches.

”Zethar...” He calls, and I shake my head, unwilling to listen.

”You don’t understand,” I whisper, and maybe he does. Maybe that’s why he looks so guilty.

”I have never hidden anything from you. Not once. Not even the things I was ashamed of. Not even the things that made me look stupid.” I add, and he lets out a long, shaky breath.

I was a troubled child. Always violent, always angry... always broken. I hated everything and everyone. I hated that my mother died before I got the chance to know her, and I hated that my aunt didn’t want me. I hated all of it.

The only... stability I had... the only person that helped me. Gave me some bit of closure and grounding is Zephan. I do not say it, I can not say it... But he means the world to me.

I would do anything. Anything to keep my brother safe.

He needed a mother as well, but he looked after me. Protected me, corrected me unfailingly each time I was wrong...

Zephan is my anchor. And finding out now that he’s started keeping secrets from me... It scares me...

This is how you lose people... secrets...

His hands suddenly grip my elbows, holding me tightly as he steps closer to me.

”I hurt you that bad, Brother?” He questions, and I swallow as I stare at him.

”You don’t get to keep secrets from me. Not ones like this.” I speak, and my voice finally gives out in a choked whisper.

”I know... I know, Zethar. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” He replies, and then, his against mine, our breaths mingling.

”A man hides nothing from his own soul. I shouldn’t have forgotten that.” He whispers, and my anger dissolves instantly.

Because we don’t fight.

We never fight... Not since we were naive little boys.

Now, we balance each other.

As we always have.

”Don’t do it again,” I whisper, and he nods against my forehead.

”I won’t,” he replies.

”I promise. No more secrets between us.” He adds, and I close my eyes and exhale through the pain easing in my chest.

”Good,” I whisper, and he smiles.

”Because losing you in any form... Is not something I can survive.” I add, and Zephan pulls me into a hug so tight it almost bruises.

I return it with equal strength, my arms locking around him like I’m afraid he’d leave me as well, and we just stay there. Silent.

But after a little while, he speaks. Causing me to pull away.

”So... what do we do now?”

”When Elián wakes. He usually doesn’t remember anything he does in sleep. Do we just... let what he said die?” He asks, and my brows crease.

”No. We’re not doing that. That’s room for misunderstanding, and those exhaust me. When he wakes up, we ask him.” I reply, and Zephan raises a brow.

”Ask him what?”

”What he meant,” I reply.

”How does he know he’s a primordial? What does it mean? What he can do... Everything we need to know.” I reply. And Zephan nods.

A small, uncertain smile touches his lips as he asks the next question, with a bit of timidity.

”Zethar... you’re not still angry with me, right? Are we good?” He questions, and I chuckle as I cup the back of his head and press our foreheads together again.

”We’re always good,” I whisper.

”But don’t keep secrets again. Ever.” I add, and he chuckles and nods.

”I won’t,” he murmurs, and I nod before pulling him into another hug... longer this time.

Because yes, I am a powerful Alpha. Yes, I am strong.

Yes, I can tear armies apart if needed.

But this? This man?

This is the only person in all existence I can’t live without.

My twin brother.

”We may be caring for a pregnant Primordial,” I say with a small disbelieving chuckle, and Zephan nods in my embrace.

”Yes.”

”We are supposed to protect a being who can control the elements in his sleep,” I speak in my shock, and this time, Zephan pulls away and stares at me.

”Yes.” He replies, and I raise a brow.

”And he’s one month pregnant and loves sleeping naked in a freezing room?” I add, and a smile tugs at the edge of his lips.

”...Yes.” I slowly drag a hand down my face as I turn away from my brother.

”We are so unbelievably fucked,” I mutter as it dawns on me that the situations surrounding this pregnancy just keep getting more and more twisted.

”...Zephan,” I call, and my brother’s voice follows.

”Yeah?”

”We cannot let anything happen to him,” I speak, and he nods, with that serious expression he always has when it comes to people he cares about.

”Yeah. I know.” He adds, and I take a deep breath.

We can do this. I mean... it’s just our pregnant omaga... who’s probably a primordial...

How hard could it be??