Help! Five Beast Alphas Want To Breed Me!!(BL)-Chapter 227: Great Uncles!!

Zephan;

Zethar is going to kill me.

He’s going to murder me for what I’m about to do.

Not figuratively. Literally.

He just might rip out my spine and use it as a back scratcher of some kind... if he doesn’t feed it to me.

But I can’t wait till morning. I can’t sleep.

I can’t sit still. I can’t even breathe normally.

I need to talk to someone about this, and soon before it rips my throat open just to get out.

I need someone else to know what I sensed before I lose my mind.

I march down the dark hallway, half whispering, and half muttering actual prayers to whichever spirit is awake at this ungodly hour.

Zethar’s room is at the end of the hallway, and I know I’m looking for trouble disturbing his sleep but there’s no way I’m going through this panic alone.

I get to his door and take a deep breath before knocking once.

No answer.

I knock again, louder this time, and still...

Nothing.

Surely he can’t be that deep in sleep!

I bang my fist against his door as I call his name in annoyance

"ZETHAR!"

A violent thud comes from inside, first... then a muffled curse. And right after, a loud crash echoes inside the room, followed by a pained groan.

"Fuck!" He snarls, and I instinctively step away from the door.

Good. He’s alive.

After a few more seconds of messy shuffling, the door swings open.

Zethar appears with his hair in full demon mode... sticking out in every possible direction. His robe is inside out, and one sleeve isn’t even on.

His eyes are barely open, and he looks like he’s about to drive a spear through me.

"What," he deadpans. "Could possibly be happening. At three in the fucking morning, Zephan!?" He demands through gritted teeth and I sigh

"We have a problem," I whisper, and he stares at me in silence.

He blinks and then sighs dramatically.

"Which of Aunt Selthía’s relics did you break?" He demands, and I raise a brow.

"I didn’t break anything." I reply, and this time he raises a brow.

"...what did you set on fire?"

"Nothing!" I snap back at the ridiculous questions, and he blinks again before asking, flatly...

"Who did you kill?"

"For fucks sake, Zethar. No one!" I snap, and he groans in agitation.

"Then what is the problem, Zephan? Why are you banging on my door so late in the fucking night?? If you’re horny, I can’t help you with that! You know!" He whines and my leg moves before my mind can catch up.

I kick him in the crotch and as he doubles over, I push past him, into the room.

"You’re an ape, Zethar." I insult him and he groans in pain as he shuts the door after me.

"You’re so lucky you’re my brother..." He breathes.

And I cross my arms over my chest as I turn to face him.

"I came here to talk about Elián," I note, and every trace of playfulness vanishes from his face.

He straightens as worry bleeds into his eyes.

"What happened to him?" he demands, and I take a deep breath.

"He... I think...he..." I try but stop.

Why can’t my mouth work?!

I inhale in frustration as I try to clear the fog of my panic before pushing the first words that come to my mouth, out.

"He made a sound."

I blurt, and pause to look at Zethar, hoping that somehow this pointless rubbish I just said would miraculously be understood by him, but he raises a brow.

"A sound. Zephan. You woke me up at this ungodly hour... because the boy made a sound." He deadpans again, and I shut my eyes.

"No! Not just a sound. A...tiny...whimper." I add, and I see Zethar visibly bite the inside of his cheek.

Something he usually does when he’s trying not to say something rude to me.

"That’s it. I’m going back to bed." He finally breaks the silence as he moves, however, I grab his arm before he can walk past me.

"Zethar. Listen to me." I beg, and he narrows his eyes.

"I’m trying, so you better start making sense, Zephan. Fuck, I was having an amazing dream!" He rants, and I stare at the ground.

"What. Happened, Zephan?" He questions, giving me another chance.

"He... grabbed his stomach," I whisper without the courage to look up at him.

"So? Maybe it hurt."

"Yes. Exactly." I reply as I look back at him, and he looks as confused as a newborn bunny.

"So??" He demands in exasperation and I swallow, as my throat suddenly goes dry.

"He keeps grabbing it," I reply, and Zethar blinks slowly.

"That is not a diagnosis, Zephan." He states and I drag both hands through my hair.

"I think he’s actually... pregnant." I breathe, and I’m met with dead silence.

Zethar’s face goes completely blank, and for a second, I’m made to wonder if he heard me.

That is until...

"HE’S REALLY PREGNANT!?" he practically screams, and I bolt over to him befire slapping a hand over his mouth.

"SHHHHHHHH!" I scold but he rips my hand off.

"Don’t shush me! There’s a pregnant omega. With us. Us! Of all the brothers who could be around to help him with his first pregnancy, fate chose us!?" He scolds back in harsh whispers, and my jaw drops.

"You’re scared!?" I hiss and he blinks at me.

"What about your speech about how we’ve got this!?" I add and he huffs.

"That was when there was a possibility that he WASN’T pregnant!" He replies and my eyes widen.

"You buffoon! You told me to calm down! You said, ’Zephan, it’s fine, we can handle anything as long as we work together.’ NOW LOOK!" I growl and he sighs.

"I meant that. But finding out he’s ACTUALLY pregnant at 3.AM is a lot to digest, don’t you think? In case you haven’t noticed... I have never been a father before!"

"Well, neither have I, Zethar!" I yell back, and he sighs. He drags both hands down his face and starts pacing.

"Oh spirits. Oh, great spirits. Oh ancestors. We’re going to have a baby." He starts muttering in panic and I nearly choke.

"What!? No...Zethar... WE are not..." I begin but stop.

"I mean, there is going to be a baby, but neither of us is the... DON’T COMPLICATE MY PANIC, Zethar!" I rage and he turns to me.

"Do we tell... who’s even the father!?" He speaks, and I grit my teeth.

"How would I know!?" I spit, and he sighs.

"It’s Koda’s. The baby has to be Koda’s?" Zethar speaks, and I nod, seeing sense.

"Or Rhydian’s? Maybe both. Oh spirits. Can that happen?!" He adds, and I pause.

"No!"

"I meant... I don’t think so? Maybe? I don’t know!" I reply as I look away, and he stops pacing.

"Zephan?" He calls and I look up at him.

"Yeah?"

"We’re panicking like fools." He notes and I nod in agreement.

"True."

"We’re not prepared!"

"Correct."

"Where are we supposed to get fatherly guidance?!" He then whines.

"We weren’t even allowed near children as kids!" I add, and he raises a brow.

"That was because we accidentally taught the babies how to curse." He replies and I scoff as I point a finger at him.

"That was YOU."

"It was YOU who taught babies how to curse!" I add, and he groans dramatically, throwing himself onto the nearest wall.

"I’m too young to be an uncle." He whines, and I shut my eyes.

How is this fool!l my twin!?

"You’re thirty seconds younger than me."

"Exactly. THIRTY. WHOLE. SECONDS!" He replies and I pull off my sandal in annoyance and throw it at him.

"We need to calm down," I speak as he dodges my sandal and he scoffs.

"No. We need a moment to panic," Zethar corrects, and I pause.

"What if he has cravings?! What if he cries?! What if he throws up on me?!"

"He wouldn’t throw up on you," I argue.

"He WOULD. I just KNOW." He replies and I can not understand why he is being so dramatic about this.

Wait... I get it. He’s "panicking" cause he knows our unspoken rule.

Balancing each other out.

If he panics... I’ll have to keep a calm mind. He’s doing this so I don’t spiral. I didn’t even notice on time.

What a con artist!

"I look like the type babies and pregnant omegas throw up on!" He continues and I can’t help my smile.

"...you might be right." I reply, and he gasps in ’betrayal’

"We’re going to Zerana first thing in the morning, to get an medical report," I state and Zethar stands straight.

"What do we do tonight?" He asks and that’s when I see the seriousness hidden in his eyes.

"We watch over him," I say softly, and he blinks.

"Together," I add, and he smiles.

He walks over to me and places his hands on my shoulders.

"We can do that." He says, and I nod.

"We can."

"We’ll take shifts. Check his breathing. Make sure he’s sleeping. Make sure nothing happens." He speaks and I nod in agreement.

"And if he wakes up?" I question, and he shrugs.

"We pretend everything is normal." He replies, and I smile.

"Sounds like a plan," I say, and he grins.

"...Zephan?"

"Yes?"

"We’re going to be great uncles." He says, and that hits me harder than I could expect.

"Yes," I murmur, "we are."

"And if the baby ends up with Koda’s temper, or Elian’s sharp mouth, or tries to chew furniture like Rhydian used to..." He begins, and I can’t wait for him to finish as I start laughing.

"That will be your job." I cut in, and he scoffs in disagreement.

"No! Noooo, absolutely not! You’re older..."

"By thirty seconds"

"That makes you responsible!"

"That makes you gullible for believing that," I reply, and he chuckles.

"This is going to be a disaster." He groans, and I wipe tears of laughter from my eyes.

"It is."

"And we’re going to be amazing at it." He adds, and I nod.

"We are."

We stare at each other, and I throw my arms around my brother in appreciation.

"Thank you..." I whisper, and he sighs.

"You’re welcome. Don’t do that again. Panic doesn’t look good on you." He whispers as he wraps his arms around me, and I chuckle.

"For a second there, you almost had me." I laugh and he joins in.

"Me? Panic? No way..." He replies and I smile as I just stay there in his embrace.

Glad, because despite the chaos, fear, stress, confusion, and idiocy... despite all of it... I have him with me, and that is the biggest reprieve.