Help! Five Beast Alphas Want To Breed Me!!(BL)-Chapter 226: Signs…

Zephan;

I take a deep breath as I try to focus on my magic. I haven’t trained or used it in so long, it’s easy to forget that there’s a bit of magic in me.

It’s nothing serious though. Not as strong as Aunt Selthía’s magic, and definitely insignificant in front of witches and warlocks.

Nagari could only get a bit of what I call.. lazy magic... it’ll be foolish to think such petty magic could ever stand against the real masters of magic.

However, right now... I need my magic. First to silence my chaotic mind, and second, to see if Elián is pregnant.

I keep denying it. I keep... behaving like it’s not true but I know the chances are high.

Enough of the back and forth. I should get a personal confirmation that he’s pregnant. I can’t wait for Zerana to come confirm that.

I let out another breath with my eyes closed as I feel my magic weave and blend around me, but it’s difficult to concentrate when my mind keeps running back to the boy like wolves circling a fire.

Zethar had teased me earlier that I was turning into an old mother hen.

Maybe he wasn’t entirely wrong...

I can’t even meditate for fucks sake. All I can think about is the boy on the bed, and how his scent has changed. He no longer spells purely of moonflowers. There’s now a... a hint of honey underneath his scent.

Ugh! Zephan, focus...

A soft sound breaks the silence, and my eyes immediately snap open.

It’s a whimper.

Not the fearful kind. Not one of pain either. Just... discomfort.

I lift my head slowly, and from the floor where I’m sitting, I see Elián shift on the bed, curling inward.

I stand up and find him sliding one arm under his stomach. I can’t help my head tilt when I see this.

It’s an unconscious movement... instinctual, protective. The kind that pulls a deep frown onto my face.

This again.

He’s done it three times tonight.

I take a deep breath and step out of my sandals. Allowing my bare feet to touch the cold floor as quietly as possible.

The crystals are low, the air warm, but there’s a faint shiver in the way he breathes.

The boy is exhausted... yet restless I can tell.

I move towards the bed slowly and as quietly as possible.

He should look peaceful, swallowed by plush blankets and soft pillows. But instead... his brows are knit together, lips parted, and breaths uneven.

"Elián..." I whisper under my breath as worry plants its seed

I shouldn’t wake him.

He needs sleep more than anything.

But that sound...

He suddenly inhales sharply and curls tighter, both hands sliding to his lower abdomen this time.

My heart kicks hard once...twice...with a mixture of fear and something else I refuse to name.

It...

My suspicions really...

I lean down, sitting on the edge of the bed as I stare at him.

"Elián," I murmur again, softer.

"Are you in pain?" I question.

He doesn’t wake, but his head tilts towards me as if his body recognises my voice even in sleep. And at the sight of this, something warm and terrifying threads through me.

Just then, another sound escapes him.

...A tiny gasp.

My throat tightens.

Could he be having a bad dream?

I carefully, place a hand on his shoulder.

His skin is warm. Too warm.

And underneath that warmth... my magic senses something pulsing... A faint aura.

Like a second heartbeat, not his own, but moving in rhythm with him.

My veins go cold as I swallow.

The aura is subtle... so subtle an untrained eye would miss it entirely. But my magic has always had a thing with identifying aura... Mine more than most.

I hover my hand just above his stomach, and a soft thrumming brushes against my palm... gentle, a bit muffled, but unmistakable.

My breath hitches.

By light!

It can’t be...

Elián shifts, pressing into my touch unconsciously, seeking warmth, and I pause.

A soft sigh falls from his lips, innocent, trusting, unaware of the storm ripping through my chest.

I swallow as I stare at his resting face.

I should pull away. I should, but I can’t.

Not when his body is calling out for comfort in ways he doesn’t even understand.

Not when he’s burning up like this.

I press my hand lightly against his temple, and my worry grows. His skin is flushed... hot. Feverish.

But he isn’t sweating like someone with a fever. His breathing isn’t jagged or laboured. This warmth is coming from...

No. I can’t be certain.

Not yet.

But that is me being in denial. He’s pregnant. I know he is. I can sense it.

He’s showing signs of rapid internal energy shifts. Sudden hormonal surges, and his aura has changed... it’s almost like it’s dividing, forming, expanding....

All signs of...

"Zephan...?"His voice calls groggily... It’s so small it steals my breath.

His eyes flutter open, hazy, unfocused, catching the crystallights in a way that makes my heart trip.

"Why... are you staring at me like that?" he asks, barely awake, and I force my expression into neutrality, while trying to swallow the panic pressing against my ribs.

"You made a sound," I say softly.

"I thought you were having a nightmare," I add, and he blinks slowly, then yawns, rubbing one eye with the back of his hand.

He reaches for the blanket to cover his exposed torso and, I quickly pull it up for him.

He doesn’t need to know the things clawing at the inside of my mind.

"I’m fine," he mumbles.

No.

He is not fine.

Fine isn’t the word here. He’s pregnant.

PREG-Fucking-NANT!!

"It was just... a weird cramp," he says, pulling me out of my thoughts as he, shifts onto his back, and my spine straightens.

"A what?"

He doesn’t notice the tension in my voice... he’s too busy trying to blink away sleep.

"A cramp," he repeats.

"Like... here." He adds as he places a hand over his lower stomach.

"It’s been happening since before the wedding. I think maybe I ate something weird. Or maybe it’s stress? I dunno." He rambles on, and my blood turns to Ice.

Since the wedding??

That was nights ago.

Normal cramps do not linger like that.

Is the baby okay??

"Elián," I say slowly, "has anyone ever talked to you about your... physiology?" I question and he blinks at me like he can bearly make sense of my words.

"My what?" he questions, and I sigh.

Right.

Of course not.

His memory... he still hasn’t recovered them!? How will he know anything about this if he can’t remember anything from before us??

"I mean," he then says with a confused smile, "I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m normal." He replies with a small chuckle, and I raise a brow

Normal.

Normal!??

A pregnant Omegaverse with the ability to heal others. Yeah. Totally normal...

He smiles at me, and I look at his face... at the open innocence in his eyes.

His previous smile causes a strange, heavy protectiveness to surge through me.

He doesn’t know.

He really doesn’t...

He speaks again, oblivious to the ice cracking in my chest...

"Anyway, it’s just cramps. They go away if I curl up for a bit. See?" He explains as he rolls slightly onto his side, hugging the blanket to his chest.

His body is instinctively protecting his lower abdomen. How has he not sensed it yet?

"Does it hurt right now?" I ask quietly, and he shakes his head.

"A little. But it’s fine." He replies and I blink.

Pain during pregnancy. That’s a bad thing. Right?

"Elián," I say, softer,

"Can I check something?"

He blinks up at me, confused but not fearful. He no longer seems afraid of me. And at the thought of that, something swells in my chest.

"Check what?"

"Just... your aura. I want to make sure you’re not falling ill." I reply, and he nods sleepily with a yawn.

"Okay."

I place my hand lightly over his stomach, and the moment I touch him, I feel a pulse.

A ripple...

Soft, rhythmic, steady...

My entire body goes still.

This is the beginning of formation.

There is life inside him.

"Zephan?" Elián asks quietly.

He doesn’t feel it. He can’t.

Not yet.

He just looks up at me with soft, trusting eyes... while something ancient and protective awakens in my bones.

My voice barely comes out.

"You’re not ill," I murmur, and relief washes over his face.

"Good. I didn’t want to be a bother..." he replies with yet another yawn.

"Elián," I speak, and my tone stops him.

He goes still, eyes wide.

I swallow hard.

I can’t tell him. Not yet.

If I tell him now...half-asleep, alone, scared...he’ll panic. Break. Spiral.

I can’t do that yet.

I need to confirm with Zenara before I risk saying anything.

I pull the blanket higher up his chest, and my fingers brush his cheek.

"You need rest," I say softly.

He nods slowly, curling again instinctively.

"I’ll stay up a little," I add.

"Just in case you need anything," I whisper, and his lips curve into a tiny, sleepy smile.

"You’re nice," he whispers, and I smile at him as he struggles to fight sleep.

"Go to sleep, Elián," I say gently, and he nods.

I watch in silence as he drifts off with his hands curled near his stomach, and his body protecting something he doesn’t even know exists...

I sit at the side of the bed.

Staring.

Thinking.

Trying not to panic.

Trying to breathe.

Trying to accept what my senses already know...

Elián is pregnant, and he is completely, utterly clueless...