Help! Five Beast Alphas Want To Breed Me!!(BL)-Chapter 246: I Swear To God!!

Elián;

I open my eyes, and my face scrunches as the first thing I taste... is death.

Not literal death, but if rotten onions, old socks, and burnt iron decided to hold hands and throw a party... it would taste exactly like this. Like the horrific, disgusting smell and taste I woke up to.

I gag... My stomach rolls, and before my brain can even form a prayer, I’m already halfway off the bed, sprinting toward the nearest bowl.

The closest thing to the bed is a vase, and with remorse I can’t afford to have right now, I grab it.

I try to force the bile burning up my throat back down.

"Ze...!!" I try to call out, but I don’t even get to finish the name.

WUGH!!!

My entire body convulses, and I throw up so aggressively into the poor flower vase, I’m convinced my lungs are about to join the rebellion.

By the time the heaving stops, my eyes are watering, my throat burns, and I’m leaning over the carved, ceramic bowl like it’s life support.

I struggle to catch my breath, and my face scrunches as I catch sight of last night’s dinner, which I’ve now thrown up.

"Fu—WUGH!!" I groan before retching again and vomiting what I’m sure are my intestines this time.

Just as I pull my head back to catch my breath, the door flings open so hard it bounces off the wall.

I jerk in fright as Zephan rises into the room like a car without brakes.

"ELIÁN?!" He calls with his voice, deep, sharp, and absolutely unhelpful in this moment.

Behind him, Zethar rushes into the room, and after taking one look at me, a horrified gasp escapes him.

"He’s dying! I told you he was too warm last night! Or too cold...one of the two...maybe both...!" He scolds, and my face scrunches at the dummy.

"I am not dying!" I croak, and just as I finish speaking, another round of vomit escapes me.

Oh, for fucks sake!!

The two men scramble toward me like two distressed puppies, tripping over each other, and I stare at them in confusion.

Zethar gets to me before Zephan and kneels quickly beside me, yanking my hair back gently.

"What do you need?" He questions in worry he can’t hide, and I groan.

"The windows..." I manage to force out through pants, and he looks up at Zephan.

"Shut the window!" He orders, and Zephan nods, rushing to the window.

I watch in horror as he shuts one, and my jaw drops.

"No! I meant open them fully!" I scream, and Zephan jerks.

He turns back to me with wide, shocked eyes at the tone of voice I just used on him, and I sigh.

"Sorry..." I croak, and he slowly turns back to the window and pushes it fully open.

He moves over to the other and does the same thing, then he goes to the balcony and pushes the door wide open too.

A waft of warm air rushes in at me, and my face scrunches into a frown.

"I didn’t ask you to open that!!" I scold in annoyance, and I watch as he scrambles to shut the doors back while Zethar keeps patting my back.

"Stop that." I snap at Zethar as I shake his hands off me, and he withdraws them like a pouty T. rex.

"S...sorry." I manage to croak again... fighting the irritation I feel creeping up my throat again.

What the fuck is this annoying feeling!??

"What’s happening?" I mumble out loud, and Zethar responds with foolish certainty.

"The baby is attacking you." He replies, and I stare at his absolutely serious, stupidly good-looking face, and I can’t even find the words to respond.

I look back at Zephan for help, and he sighs.

He marches over to his brother, yanks him off from beside me, and takes his brother’s place.

"Stop spewing rubbish, Zethar. He doesn’t need to hear such nonsense now." Zephan scolds, and Zethar’s jaw drops as he holds out his hands like he’s gesturing at a common-sense fact.

"But..." he begins, and Zephan and I glare at him, causing him to shut up.

"Fine." He replies as he looks away, and I groan, and everything feels wrong.

What type of ape arse mood did I wake up in today for crying out loud!??

My stomach twists again, and I groan, leaning over the bowl.

This time. The twins panic in stereo.

"Should we call Zerana?!" Zephan asks me, and I can hear that he’s trying to bury his worry.

"Yes...no...wait... It’s not that serious." I reply, and Zethar scoffs.

"No!? You’re sick!" He rages, and I glare at him.

"Pregnancy is not a sickness, Zethar!" Zephan scolds, and Zethar scoffs.

"You’re sure about that!?" He replies defensively as he tosses his arms, and my brows knot.

"I DO KNOW THAT..." Zephan begins, but I’ve had enough. Of the two of them!!

"Oh my GOD, both of you SHUT UP!" I scream, and just like that, before I can stop it. I burst into tears.

Actual tears.

Wet, hot tears, falling uncontrollably...

Both of them freeze like I just turned them to stone... and the horror on their faces only heightens my misery.

Zethar’s eyes widen in terror, and Zephan stares at me like I’ve sprouted wings.

"You’re... you’re sure he’s not sick? He’s crying..." Zethar questions Zephan, and I sob.

"I’m not leaking!" I croak, and as the words leave me, my tears fall harder.

These emotions aren’t mine... or maybe they are.

I don’t even know.

Everything feels heavy, ridiculous, and loud, and... too much...

Why am I even crying!?

Zephan carefully wraps his arms around me, and I melt into his chest because suddenly...

Suddenly, I want a hug.

A desperate, bone-crushing hug.

"Why am I crying?" I wail, and Zethar scoffs.

"You tell me!" He replies as I glare up at him from Zephan’s embrace, and he takes a step back.

"Sorry." He replies, and I bury my face in Zephans chest as I cry harder.

"Shut up, Zethar. You’re making it worse!" Zephan scolds his twin in a whisper as he lets my back like I’m a startled little child.

"It’s alright. Let it out. Let all the... fluids out." He whispers, and my lips wobble.

Why did I wake up feeling so miserable!?? What is this!?

Is it the pregnancy?? Could something be wrong with my baby?

I sniff loudly,

"What is wrong with me!?" I wail again, and I feel Zephan jump a bit as he wasn’t expecting me to wail like that.

"You’re pregnant," Zephan whispers, and I pull back to look at him with a scrunched face.

"What?" He questions in honesty, scared, and confused.

"I KNOW I’m pregnant!" I snap at him, and he blinks at me in silence. Then he looks up at Zethar, and I exhale, because if this man says one more foolish thing this morning, I swear to God...