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

Elián;

”I...I only found out in Gravemaw,” I begin nervously.

”I had a vision... then I saw Goddess Thalyra and... it was a jumble of events. She told me I was a Premodial in that vision and.. well... true to her words, I was able to do a few things that no ordinary person... can do...” I ramble, refusing to look up at them as I speak.

”Things like?” Zephan questions curiously, and I finally look up.

I remember the night of the fight... when I somehow flung that witch away with my powers...

Zephan nods softly, encouraging me, and Zethar’s jaw clenches as he stares at me.

He’s so focused on me that it feels like he’s absorbing every word.

”I don’t know everything about Primordials,” I confess honestly,

”but... I know I can heal. That part I’m sure of.” I add, and Zethar flicks a glance at Zephan. They both look at each other, and my brows knot.

Don’t they trust me??

Has Zephan forgotten??

”I healed you, Zephan,” I speak quietly.

”I healed Rhydian.”

”I healed Koda,” I add, but I get no reaction from them. Zethar doesn’t seem shocked by this, and that confuses me.

They stare at me like they’re expecting more, and I sigh.

What’s the point of hiding it?

I lift a hand and stare intently at my palm and fingers. I try to conjure ice around my fingers, but to my horror, blue flames consume my hand.

The brothers jerk back in surprise, and I just stare at the flames that aren’t even hurting me.

Blue flames... why blue flames?

Why do they look so... familiar??

Zephan quickly grabs the blanket and claps it over my hand till the flames die, and I look up at them.

”Well, I... seem to have control over some elements too...” I add, and they share a look, and this time... It’s fear.

They’re scared... of me!??

No... no, this is why I didn’t want to tell them...

”I didn’t tell anyone because... I don’t know what being a Primordial fully means. I don’t know the limits. I don’t know the dangers. I don’t know anything except what I’ve pieced together from books lying around.” I add, desperate to let them know that I’m not some powerful creature but a helpless container of power I don’t fully understand yet.

Zethar sighs and then speaks.

”So it was really you? The cold this morning?” He questions, and I flinch as my cheeks heat.

Yeah... doing that when I didn’t intend to tell them about my powers was a foolish move.

”I... didn’t mean to... at first”, I confess.

”I was hot... very hot... and it just... happened,” I add, and Zephan’s brows lift.

”You controlled the temperature?” He asks like he didn’t just see blue flames burst from my hand, but I nod anyway.

It must be hard for them to digest this. It was hard for me too...

”I think so,” I whisper as I look down at my fingers.

”I wished the room was cool, and... well... it cooled,” I add as my thumbs start pressing against each other as I feel my nerves twist and clash.

”Elien, please help me... I don’t know what else to say. Why are you so quiet?” I beg Elien, but still I get no response.

My heart breaks, and just as I feel tears start forming in my eyes, he speaks.

”I didn’t feel the need to speak... you’ve... got this...” He whispers, and my heart skips a beat when I hear the strain in his voice.

”Elien... You don’t sound good. What’s...?” I’m cut off by Zethar’s sigh, and when I look up, I wish I hadn’t.

Both of them are sharing another one of those long, unreadable looks they usually share.

I gulp when they look at me, and I can’t help the tear drop that escapes my eye at the look on their faces. They are looking at me like I’m something new. Something unknown.... Something dangerous.

Like I’m something they don’t know if to... trust.

My heart sinks. My appetite disappears entirely, and as much as I want to address the look in their eyes.

As much as I want to tell them not to look at me like that, and that I’m still just Elian, I can’t bring myself to do it.

I look away from them and slowly push the tray in front of me away.

”I... think I’m finished eating,” I mumble, and Zephan shifts closer to me on the bed.

”Elián...” He begins, but I raise a hand to cut him off.

”No, it’s fine,” I lie, forcing a smile that hurts.

”You both probably... need time to... process this,” I add, and Zetahr drops his gaze to the bed with his arms still folded across his chest.

Zephan gently places a hand on Zethar’s arm as if to calm him, and then he turns to me.

”We’ll... give you a moment to rest,” Zephan says softly, and I nod with yet another forced smile.

He doesn’t sound angry. He doesn’t even look angry.

But scared? Yes. He looks scared. Torn.

His voice and gaze hold caution again, and that alone makes my chest ache.

They get off and step away from the bed.

I watch in silence as they walk to the door, and when they get there, Zethar stops. He turns around to look at me, as though trying to read my emotions.

His stare is intense...too intense...and I’m too embarrassed to meet it.

Zephan nudges him lightly, and he sighs.

They both leave, and as the door closes... I sit still. Very still.

My heartbeat hammering in my ears is all I can hear, and then, panic blossoms inside me like a vibrant flower.

Bright, hot, suffocating panic.

I curl forward slowly, pressing my hands into the blanket.

Now, they know. They know I’m a Primordial. They know I’m not normal.

They’re going to see me differently. Of course they will.

I could see it in they’re eyes. They’re confused about how to... regard me now.

No one wants to get close to something they don’t understand. No one wants to care for something that can hurt them.

No one wants...

I squeeze my eyes shut as my lips wobble.

”They’re going to treat me differently,” I whisper into the empty room, and a tear slips down my cheek.

”They’re going to be afraid of me...” I add as I curl into myself.

”They think I’m a monster.”

And the worst part?

I can’t even blame them.