Help! Five Beast Alphas Want To Breed Me!!(BL)-Chapter 228: Warm Sand

Elián;

Warm sand.

Warm... smooth... pretty sand.

That was the first thought in my mind when I opened my eyes this morning, and it’s still the same thought floating about in my head, looking for where to take root.

All I can think about is sand...

Beach sand, to be precise. Beach sand and a very intrusive question.

"Have you ever wondered how warm sand tastes?" I ask inwardly as I blink up at the ceiling, and I’m met with silence.

"Warm sand..." I whisper out loud, as my curiosity begins to warp into an annoyed frown.

"Why do I want to eat warm sand?" I demand, asking no one in particular, and finally, Elien speaks.

"Because you’ve lost your mind." His unimpressed voice snaps. And I roll my eyes.

"It’s not that strange," I mumble defensively.

"It’s...comforting. It looks soft."

"Sand is not soft, Elian."

"It feels soft."

"It is literally tiny rocks!"

"I still want it," I reply with a huff as I cross my arms over my chest in annoyance, and Elien groans dramatically.

"You want to eat dirt."

"Sand," I correct.

"Dirt."

"Sand!"

"SAND IS JUST EXPENSIVE DIRT, ELIÁN." He screams in my head, and I jump in fright.

"Elien!" I call out loud in shock, and he makes a tsk sound before falling silent.

"There’s no need to be so grumpy. I’m only saying... I want to know what warm sand tastes like..." I speak as I pull the blanket over my face in exasperation,

"Right. That’s totally normal with you. I forgot you naturally have a few screws loose." He replies, and I pause.

"This is your fault,"I mumble, and there’s silence for only a second.

"How is this MY fault?" He snaps, and I shut my eyes.

"You wake up craving beach, and suddenly I’m to blame??" He snarks, and I miss my teeth.

"I didn’t say a beach. I said warm sand."

"That’s worse!!" He yells again, and I groan.

"I’m hungry..." I then whine, and from Elien’s reply, I know he’s absolutely done with me.

"For FOOD, Elián. Normal things. Bread. Fruit. Meat. Not..." he pauses, voice flattening, in annoyance. "gravel."

"Warm sand wouldn’t be gravel."

"Do NOT defend the sand." He scolds, and I rub my eyes, now feeling ridiculous.

However, the craving persists. It sits stubbornly in my stomach, right between hunger and curiosity.

I place a hand lightly over my stomach..

"Why do I want sand?" I whisper in confusion as I’ve never wanted something so bizarre before.

What the fuck is this craving?

"Maybe you’re pregnant." Elien jokes, and I freeze.

"...pregnant," I repeat the word under my breath, and my hand presses a little firmer over my stomach.

The idea hits me like sunlight slicing through a dark room.

Pregnant...

Me... Carrying a child.

Carrying... Koda’s baby...

My chest tightens. Not with fear, but with a warmth so soft I almost curl into it.

A smile splits my face as I imagine tiny fingers gripping mine...

A small heartbeat against my skin.

A baby with Koda’s eyes, his smile... maybe even Koda’s blonde hair too.

A baby that looks at me with Koda’s brightness, his warmth, his stubborn sweetness.

My breath hitches, and Elien goes quiet.

"You’ll... really be happy if you’re pregnant?" He questions, and my smile grows at the thought.

"Why not? I’d love to have a baby for him. A baby just like him... imagine his joy..." I reply as I look down at my stomach, and he goes silent.

"If I were pregnant...if I really were..." I begin as I caress my stomach in gentle circles.

"I’d be so happy... I know I don’t understand, mother... Father... can I call it motherhood?" I begin but stop, and this time, Elián chuckles.

"Point is, I’d be elated to find out I’m pregnant. You know... I kind of wish I was..." I reply, and this time, Elien sighs.

"You’re about to cry, aren’t you?" He questions, and I sniff.

"No..." I lie as I try to fight the tears, and he groans.

I press the heel of my palm to my eyes, as I struggle to keep it together.

"I just... I miss him." I cry out, and Elien’s voice becomes softer as he replies.

"I know..."

"And I’m scared," I add in shameless honesty as a tear runs down my cheek.

"I know that too," Elien replies, and I scoff.

Of course he does. We’re sharing the same mental space and body. Of course, he knows exactly how I feel.

"It’s just the thought of... of something good coming from all this..." I whisper into the silence of the room as I focus on the warmth of my stomach under my shirt.

"It feels... Like a blessing, you know? Like hope." I add, and finally Elien speaks.

" Why did you have to get all emotional?! It makes it hard for me to tell you what I want to. You just might start bawling your eyes out, and I’m not ready to deal with that." He complains, and my brows knot.

"What... do you want to tell me?" I ask, and he scoffs.

"You really think I’m going to risk you crying a river when you can’t swim?" He retorts, and I’m about to clap back when there’s suddenly a knock on the door, making me jump.

I raise a brow as I stare at the door, and a woman’s voice that I’ve never heard before follows.

"Elián dear, may we come in?" She questions, and I’m immediately on edge.

We? Who’s we? Who’s this person??

"Elián, Zethar and I just brought company." Zephan’s voice calls, and instantly, relief washes over me.

"C-come in," I call out, and the door opens gently.

Zephan and Zethar walk in, and right behind them is a beautiful, slender, cocoa-toned woman who looks way too advanced for the world she’s in.

She has wild curls up in a bun, sleeves rolled up, spectacles around her eyes, and her left forearm is completely covered in bandages.

Who’s this pretty woman?

She stands behind the twins like she’s not sure she should be here, and I finally look over at Zephan and Zethar.

They look... weird. Nervous. Almost like they’re afraid of moving or even breathing.

What’s... going on?

"Good morning," I say cautiously since none of them says anything, and Zethar clears his throat in response.

Zephan smiles. A smile that’s so awkwardly wide, it makes one of my brows shoot up.

The young woman looks at the floor, then up at me, then at the twins, and back at me again.

"...did something happen?" I ask in honest worry as their awkwardness is starting to worry me.

"Yes!" Zethar blurts, and Zephan elbows him.

"No," Zephan corrects through clenched teeth, and Elien speaks in my head.

"Why do they look like they’re holding in farts?"

"Everything is fine. Absolutely fine. Completely normal." Zephan says to me, and the woman behind them closes her eyes like she’s counting to ten.

"Elian," she finally says, and I pay full attention to her.

"We... came to talk to you." She adds, and Zephan and Zethar stare at me through their lashes like they are waiting for my reaction to something.

Okay. What the flip is going on!?

I tilt my head and narrow my eyes.

"What’s wrong?" I demand seriously this time, and the lady steps forward, with her hands clasped behind her back... like a student about to give a presentation of the semester.

"First," she says gently,

"Are you feeling... anything unusual? Any discomfort? Any cravings? Any nausea?" She questions, and I stiffen.

Cravings? Why are they suddenly asking about cravings?

Do they know I’m craving sand?!

"Oh, fuck no! DO NOT SAY SAND. DO NOT SAY SAND. LIE. I’M BEGGING YOU!" Elien scream in embarrassment in my head, and I take a deep breath.

"...no," I lie, and Zethar squints at me like he can tell I’m lying, while Zephan visibly cringes.

AM I THAT BAD AT LYING!?

The lady, I now presume is the physician, clears her throat, and I return my attention to her.

"All right. Well... after speaking with the twins and after checking you myself last night..." She begins, and I pause.

She checked me last night!??

When? Why??

"I want to be honest with you." She continues, and my breath hitches.

Am I dying!????

She glances briefly at Zephan and Zethar...who are now standing like two statues having an anxiety attack.

Then she speaks.

"There is a... seventy per cent chance that you’re pregnant."

I stop breathing.

Completely.

Everything freezes in place. Even the air doesn’t move.

My heart... My heart suddenly feels like it’s expanding too big for my ribs, and my jaw drops slowly.

Pregnant.

Pregnant??

Thought race and clash in my mind, yet no sound comes out of my mouth.

"I didn’t want to tell you until I was certain," she says, stepping closer.

"But the signs are there. Your energy is shifting. Your aura is... brighter. Warmer. And your body..." she pauses,

"... is behaving like someone in the early stages of carrying a child." She adds, and my gaze drops to my stomach.

"I..." My voice cracks, and I stop to swallow.

"Elian?" Zephan asks softly, taking a small step toward me.

I look up between all of them, with vision blurring with sudden tears.

"I might... I might really be...?"

"Carrying a little one," The lady confirms gently.

"Welp. There goes my surprise." Elien says I’m my head, and a tear drops down my face.

I’m pregnant??

I’m...I’m pregnant!!