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

Elián;

The food smells good.

And that’s part of the problem... Majorly, the problem.

I thought my baby loves food, but today, I can’t bring myself to even crave what’s before me.

I don’t know if it’s because my mind is all over the place, but I just don’t fucking feel good enough to eat!!

My mind keeps circling Alana and Asa, and it’s affecting everything else.

The scent of the meal curls thickly around the table.

It’s warm, heavy, and clinging so tightly to my senses that my stomach twists in protest.

I stare down at the tray, and my face scrunches. The aroma of spiced grains and roasted meat wafts arrogantly in the air. And underneath it all, there’s the scent of something sweet.

I need food. I know I do. The usual me would be halfway through my plate by now, but instead, I’m just staring at my meal.

My spoon trembles faintly between my fingers as I lift it, then I pause halfway to my mouth. There’s a tight, uncomfortable pressure low in my stomach.

It’s not painful exactly. It’s more like... fullness. This fucking... bodily heaviness that I do not know how to ease.

My body is too aware of itself. Too aware of every breath, every swallow, every shift of muscle.

”Eli, I know you don’t feel good... but you have to eat... Our baby needs food.” Elien tries to encourage, and it irritates me.

”I fucking know that! She needs to eat, but she’s making our body reject the food!” I snap, and Elien falls silent.

I huff in annoyance before shoving the food in my mouth and forcing down the bite anyway.

Bad idea.

Heat swells instantly in my chest and crawls up my neck like furious, buzzing dragonflies.

I struggle to swallow past this feeling as nausea rolls dangerously in my stomach.

I let out a breath as the nauseating feeling slowly begins to pull on every thread of my restraint. It’s not enough to make me puke, but it’s persistent enough to make me miserable.

I exhale again, this time through my nose, as I try to gather myself.

”I hate this feeling...” I moan inwardly, and Elien shifts in my mind.

”Do you want me to take control while you rest? You’d still feel it, but the discomfort won’t be as intense.” He offers, and just as I’m about to consider it, Zephan moves beside me.

I look at him once and realise that he’s noticed my discomfort.

Of course he does.

”You’re eating slowly,” he says gently, and I look back at the plate before me.

”I’m eating,” I grumble as I pick up another scoop, and he pauses.

I can feel it. The way he always slows down before speaking when he’s trying not to push.

”Is it the seasoning?” he asks, and I roll my eyes.

No, it’s not the seasoning. It’s these stupid pregnancy hormones!!

”I can ask the kitchen to—”

”No,” I snap, cutting him off, and the sound of my own voice grates against my nerves.

Just great!

”It’s fine,” I add flatly in an attempt to manage the damage, and silence stretches.

I hate the silence. I hate that I caused it. I didn’t mean to.

It’s just this fucking heat!!

It’s gotten worse, and why does this fucking shirt feel so tight!??

The heat is everywhere now, pressing against my skin like the air itself is a fucking oven and I’m some steam bun meant to die of heat!

I shift in my chair, as the discomfort flares in my belly, a dull cramp pulling at me like a warning.

I groan before struggling to yank my shirt off, and Zephan just watches.

I finally get it off and toss it to the ground. I stare at him, shirtless and upset, and he blinks at me in confusion.

In annoyance, I scoop another spoonful into my mouth and chew in as my vision blurs with angry tears.

I’M SO UNCOMFORTABLE!! THIS ISN’T FUN...

I press my lips together, trying to stop the tears that I can’t even justify, and Zephan leans forward slightly.

”Elián—”

”I’m fine,” I cut him off again, harsher this time.

My chest tightens immediately with guilt crashing in hot and sudden. I don’t want to talk. I don’t want to be asked questions. I don’t want to explain something I don’t even understand myself.

I just want everything to stop touching me.

Zephan goes quiet, and tears slide down my face. I risk a glance at him and instantly regret it.

He looks... hurt. Not angry. Not offended. Just concerned, and he’s trying very hard not to show it.

He reaches for me, but I pull back.

”I’m sorry,” I whisper, and his hands rest loosely on the table now, relaxed on purpose, like he’s giving me space without making it obvious.

”I’ll give you a moment,” he says softly after a moment, and I shut my eyes.

He stands, leans down, and presses a brief, warm kiss to my hair. It’s gentle, careful and loaded with all the care I know he longs to give me.

Then he leaves.

The moment he’s gone, the knot in my chest tightens instead of loosening.

I stare at my plate again, my appetite completely gone now. My throat feels thick. My stomach rolls once more, displeased and stubborn, and I push the plate away with a quiet scrape.

Great. Now I’ve ruined everything.

More tears slide down my face and through the messy tangle of my emotions, one blooming hurt spills forth.

I miss Koda...

I sniffle, before scrubbing a hand over my face, with fingers pressing briefly into my eyes.

I didn’t mean to snap. I didn’t mean to push him away. I just— I don’t know what’s wrong with me.

”You do,” Elien murmurs faintly in the back of my mind, and I drag a shaky breath.

”You’re overwhelmed. That’s all. Being pregnant isn’t easy. And you’re a guy doing it... and the Father of our baby isn’t here to help with his pheromones... All these create a difficult situation, but you’re handling it like a champ. I’m proud of you.” He adds, and I pause as his words offer peace and strength to my heart.

”You think so?” I ask him, and I feel his warmth grow inside me like a soothing embrace.

”I know so. You’re being a good mom to our baby.” He replies, and I smile a bit.

”We. We are going to love bomb this baby, aren’t we?” I chuckle softly now, and he joins in.

”Come on. She’s only going to be the first princess of BeastHeaven who has three amazing dads and four uncles... How much love could she possibly get?” He replies, and this time, I grin.

I shift in my seat again, trying to ignore how my bladder is suddenly very aware of its existence. I’m sure I’ve peed about 78 times today, and I just keep going.

Slow footsteps suddenly break the silence, and when I look up, I tense up immediately.

Asa.

I find her staring at me, and I hold my breath.

There’s something about the way the air shifts around her— Like the space itself is cautious. I lift my head and meet her gaze, defences snapping into place out of instinct.

She stops a few steps away and bows deeply.

”Are you alright?” she asks quietly, and I eye her.

I know she’s trying to make a home for herself and did what she thought would keep her safe, but I can’t help but be upset that she’s the reason Alana isn’t here with me right now when I need her.

Alana is the one who always wanted to get pregnant. She was the cheer captain on that front of this dream, and now that I’m carrying a baby, she isn’t here with me. Because of Asa.

I almost tell her to leave, but I assured her yesterday that I didn’t hate her, so I can’t act rashly.

”You look tired.” She pushes, and I sigh, with irritation bubbling up alongside exhaustion.

”It’s hot,” I mutter.

”Everything is hot. This place is hot. The air is hot. I feel like I’m going to melt into the floor.” I complain.

Even though I’m shirtless, it feels like I’m wearing an invincible cloak made of heat.

She blinks, then nods slowly, like she’s cataloguing the information.

”I can help,” she says, and I raise a brow.

”No!!” Elien commands in my head immediately, and I sit frozen.

”I can take you to—” Asa begins, but Elien’s voice drowns her out in my head.

”Elian, I know you hardly ever listen to me. You may trust her, but I don’t. You absolutely WILL. NOT go anywhere with her. If you try to, I will forcefully take control of our body.” He warns, and I swallow.

”I just want to show you something.” Asa continues her persuasion, and I sigh.

”No,” I say firmly, and she pauses.

”I’m not following you anywhere,” I add, and she blinks at me.

Then, her expression softens.

”You don’t have to trust me. I understand. I can do it here.” She says, and I raise a brow.

Her persistence is adding to my irritation.

”I don’t want you doing anything,” I snap, then immediately regret it.

I pinch the bridge of my nose and hold up a hand.

”I’m sorry. I just— I’m really tired, okay? I don’t feel okay.” I apologise and confess, and she studies me for a long moment.

Then she smiles.

Not sharp, or smug. Just... gentle.

”I only want to make you feel better,” she says quietly, and before I can argue, the room around us begins to change.

The air cools first.

Not abruptly, but gradually.

Like a breeze drifting in from somewhere far away. The oppressive heat peels back layer by layer, replaced by something light and fresh.

Then the scent hits me.

Flowers. Clean water. Green leaves warmed by sunlight... not smothered by it.

I look around, with my breath catching, and shocked, happy tears flood my eyes.

We’re no longer in the dining hall.

No... now, we’re in Gravemaw...

GRAVEMAW...

Tall trees sway gently overhead, with their leaves whispering softly. Water runs freely down smooth stone in the creek that glimmers like glass.

I gasp when a rainbow flock darts through the air, their calls and feathers bright and melodic. Soft grass cushions my feet, cool and alive beneath me.

I look over at Asa in shock, and she smiles softly at me again.

”I know you really miss Gravemaw. I can’t... take you there, so I thought... I could give you a little piece of it for a while.” She whispers, and my lips quiver as I look back around me.

My shoulders loosen without me realising it.

The tight knot in my stomach eases, as the cramps dull into almost unnoticeable. The heat is gone. The pressure fades, and even my breathing slows.

I laugh quietly, surprised by how much peace the mere simulation of Gravemaw gives me.

”It’s beautiful,” I whisper, and Asa watches me closely, with something unreadable in her eyes.

I sit down in the grass without thinking, fingers brushing over cool petals, and another laugh bubbles out of me.

Suddenly, my chest doesn’t feel like it’s collapsing in on itself.

This feels... safe.

Too safe.

I glance up at her, and she sits beside me.

Maybe she’s not as bad as I feared, I think.

Elien stirs faintly in my mind.

”I hope you’re right.” He whispers, and I swallow.