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

Elián;

I stretch as I open my eyes, and recognising the cool in the air, a satisfied smile splits my face.

My... Premod AC 1.0 stayed running throughout my entire sleep.

BLISS...

My smile grows as I finally open my eyes, and my gaze is welcomed by the beautiful masterpiece of Zephan’s ceiling.

I let out a long breath, and the first thing my ears pick up is whispering.

Quiet whispering.

Zephan’s voice.

Zethar’s voice. Right beside the bed.

Zephan and Zethar!??

The cold in the air instantly drops the moment I sit up, realising all the problems with the situation I created before dozing off.

My stark nakedness, the cold room... the kicked off bedding...

They stop talking the very moment I sit up.

I blink myself fully awake and push my hair out of my face, ready for maximum embarrassment, but my hand freezes in the air when I see a tray beside the bed.

Filled with steaming, fresh food.

Food!!!

Glee fills my heart, and my mouth waters as I flood my lungs with the aroma from the tray.

”We brought you lunch,” Zethar says, and I pause.

Lunch?

Did I sleep that long?

”Good morning...” I begin, but my voice cracks, and I have to start again. ”Good... afternoon? Evening? I don’t even know what time it is.” I ramble groggily as I stare out the window and then back at them.

Zephan smiles immediately... that soft, warm, painfully gentle smile he tends to give me whenever he thinks I’m fragile.

”It’s just after midday,” he says quietly.

”We didn’t want to wake you. You seemed to be enjoying your nap.” He adds, and Zethar stands beside him, arms crossed, gaze sharp as usual but... a bit... unsettled today?

He looks like there’s something on his mind. What happened?

I sit up properly, and Zephan reaches for and adjusts the pillows behind me carefully, as if I might break if I don’t get comfort.

No one speaks.

And even though it’s a bit awkward, I can’t stop myself from reaching for the food. The hunger I felt before falling asleep returns, and I pick up the spoon.

I look up at the brothers and find both of them watching me in silence.

Something is wrong.

Things feel... different.

Not like they’re angry, or something like that. But they’re being careful.

...Too careful.

I take one bite. Just one, and the food tastes fine, but my throat feels tight around it, and I can’t swallow properly.

The silence hangs like a pillow over my face, and I sigh in frustration.

”...Why are you both staring at me like you expect me to explode?” I question, and Zethar is the one who exhales first.

His shoulders relax...just barely... like he’s been waiting hours for me to ask that question.

He steps closer to the bed and studies me.

”How are you feeling?” he asks, and my spoon nearly falls out of my hand.

Did Zerana tell them something??

”I...I’m fine,” I answer, confused.

”Why? Did I do something?”

Zephan opens his mouth to answer, but Zethar beats him to it.

”You tell us,” he says bluntly, and my eyebrows shoot up.

”Me? How would I tell you if I did something? I was sleeping... right?” I ask with confusion growing and forming in my mind now, and Zephan sighs.

Is this about me sleeping butt naked?

I look down at the blanket draped around me, and then back up at the men before me.

Is this about the cold... which is now just very faint in the air.

”It would depend... on how long you’ve known, and how exactly you know...” Zethar replies, and this time, my mind skips.

”Known... what?” I ask in confusion, and Zethar doesn’t blink as he replies.

”That you are a Primordial.”

The spoon drops from my hand and clatters against the bowl as my eyes widen.

My entire body goes cold, and not the kind of cold I was looking for earlier today.

I choke on... my own breath catching in my throat, and fear begins to pound in my heart.

”W-What...how...” I stutter.

”Who told you that!?” I demand in horror. Wondering if Koda or Queen Cassia found the need to tell them.

Or did Zerana...?

”You did,” Zephan replies, cutting my thoughts off as he raises a hand gently, and I freeze.

”What!?”

”You said it,” Zephan repeats softly.

”This morning. In your sleep.” He adds, and my vision blurs.

No.

No. No. No.

I stare at them, with horror creeping up my veins as my breath begins to sneak away from me.

”I said... that? Out loud?” I ask, unable to believe the mess I’ve created.

”Yes,” Zethar answers.

”Clearly,” he adds for emphasis, and I take a deep, shaky breath as I slap both hands over my face.

Fuck!

What else did I say???

...I’m... I’m starting to feel sick.

I want to bury myself under the blankets and just evaporate.

”Elián?” Zethar questions, and I gulp as I look up at him in fear and guilt.

Zephan leans closer with his voice soft and coaxing as he casually places a hand on my thigh.

”Elián... talk to us. We’re not angry.” He says, and I swallow hard.

I lower my hands slowly and try to hear my thoughts through my pounding heart.

”Elien, what do I do??” I ask the only person I can count on right now, but as he’s been doing of late... he gives me no response.

I sigh.

The brothers have their eyes fixed on me... not with fear, but with something deeper. Concern. Curiosity. A silent plea to be trusted.

I take a deep breath and close my eyes.

If there’s one thing I’ve grown to know... these men for some reason always seem to know when I’m lying.

Lying now won’t help me. Besides... they have been taking care of me all this while... It’s only fair I tell them the baggage I come with... I guess...?

”All right,” I whisper, and the two of them subconsciously lean closer.

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