Help! Five Beast Alphas Want To Breed Me!!(BL)-Chapter 247: Lucky To Have Them Both

Elián;

"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...

"Well..." Zethar begins as he nervously rubs the back of his neck like someone who’s been put on the spot.

"Zerana did say symptoms might start early since you’re carrying a unique baby." He adds, and my brows crease.

A unique baby!??

"And also...well...you’re you." He concludes, and Zephan exhales and shuts his eyes like he’s absolutely done with Zethar, which makes me the back to the man with creased brows.

"I’m me? What does that mean?" I demand, and both brothers share a look before speaking at once.

"You’re sensitive..."

"You’re intense..."

They both blurt, and my jaw drops.

They glare at each other, and I turn back to Zephan, who shifts back slowly.

"What I mean is... You feel things deeply. Like... sensitive in a good way." He speaks, looking over at his brother for help.

"Which we love. Very much. Intensely. Please don’t start crying again." Zethar adds quickly, and I pour as I stare at them.

They think I’m overly dramatic!??

"Elián, please don’t..." Zethar begins. But I snap.

"I’m not going to cry..." I shout, and immediately sobs follow.

HIC

HIC!!

Zephan pulls me into his lap fully and starts rocking me slightly.

"Shhh. It’s okay... We’ve got you." He coos, and Zethar garbs a cloth.

He takes the puke vase away from me and starts cleaning my face gently, and drying my tears like I’m made of glass.

I sniff and pout at Zephan, feeling horrible for how snappy and snarky I’ve been towards them all morning when all they wanted to do was help.

"This is terrible. I feel terrible. I want ginger tea. And also to punch something... And also a nap." I croak, and Zethar stands immediately.

"I’ll get the ginger tea..." he says, and Zephan stops rocking me.

"And I’ll go get... something you can punch?" He speaks as he tries to set me off his lap, but I wrap my arms around him.

"No. Stay. Zethar can get them." I pour, and Zethar looks personally offended.

"Why him?" He demands, and I look up at him with tears building in my eyes.

"I don’t know..." I whine with a tremble returning to my voice, and Zethar quickly holds out his hand.

"Oh no. No, don’t cry. He can stay. He can absolutely stay. No problem. I’ll go get your ginger tea and something to punch." He speaks urgently, and I pout as I stare at him.

Zephan starts rocking me again, and Zethar rushes out of the room like a mission-driven soldier while I relax into Zephan’s arms.

He brushes hair from my face and kisses my cheek.

"You scared me for a minute there." He whispers, and I sniff.

"You both overreacted," I grumble, and he scoffs a small laugh.

"Perhaps," he admits.

"But you are our Omega. You show any signs of discomfort, we panic. It’s instinct." He adds, and I swallow hard, throat still raw from all the vomiting and crying.

"I hate this feeling," I whisper as I feel his scent wrap around and start soothing me, and he exhales.

"It won’t always be like this." He says with a gentle kiss to my hair

"But yes, the early weeks are... unpredictable." He adds, and my stomach growls violently.

I blink up at Zephan, and he blinks back at me.

"...Are you hungry?" he asks cautiously, and I look down at my stomach.

"I don’t know," I answer honestly.

"I think so. Maybe. Possibly. Yes... but also no." I reply feeling hopeless, and he nods very seriously.

"That sounds right." He replies, and just then, Zethar returns at top speed with a tray of steaming tea, honey, crackers, and... why is there a hot towel?

"I didn’t know what you needed, so I brought everything," he says, breathless, and I slowly pull away from Zephan to pick up the cup.

However, the moment the ginger hits my nose... my stomach twists again.

"Nope... nope...take it away!" I groan as I shove the tray blindly.

Zethar backpedals so fast the tea sloshes, and for a second I fear it might pour on his hand, but it doesn’t.

"Okay! Okay! No ginger!" He speaks like a student taking frantic notes.

"But you wanted ginger," Zephan protests weakly, and I snap for the umpteenth time this morning.

"I CHANGED MY MIND," I hiss, and he pauses.

My emotions are a tornado.

I’m exhausted, I’m annoyed.

I want a sweet pastry and also to stab a pillow...

Zethar puts the tray aside and sits beside me, pulling me between him and Zephan as if they can shield me from my own hormones.

"Do you feel like crying again?" Zethar asks tenderly, and I glare at him.

"No!" I snap, and he softly pinches my cheek.

"You sure?" He pushes, and my lips wobble.

"Yes!" I snap, and just like that, I burst into tears again.

Both of them wrap me in a suffocating, warm, comforting embrace, and I sniffle as I try to stop the tears.

"We’ve got you," Zephan whispers.

"Always," Zethar adds softly.

"Even when you’re emotional and bitey." He adds, and I look up at him.

"I’m not bitey." I retort, and without a word of protest, they both hold up their arms so I can see the multiple, faint bite marks from the past week.

My eyes widen as I stare at their hands.

"I had no idea I... Why didn’t you tell me I did that?" I demand in horror, and Zephan shrugs.

"You’re adorable when you’re vicious." He speaks, and Zethar kisses my hair.

"And you only bite when you’re overwhelmed. It’s endearing." He adds, and as they return to hugging me again, I blink into space, utterly stunned.

What!??

Zethar brushes my hair back, and despite my emotions. I start to relax a bit.

Because even though I feel like my body is waging war against me, their presence makes everything settle a little.

"Do you want to lie down?" Zethar questions, and Zephan tilts my chin up.

"Or take a bath? We can draw one." He adds, and I blink at both of them, staring at me like they’d get me the Eiffel Tower if I ask for it, even though it’s not in their world.

"Why do you want, little rattle?" Zethar questions, and I swallow

"I want..." I breathe deeply.

"I want both. And maybe food. But not ginger. And maybe a hug, but not too many hugs. And..." I begin, and Zephan kisses my cheek, while Zethar chuckles softly.

"We’ll do everything," Zephan says, and Zethar nods.

And I pout again, feeling so grateful to have both of them.

My stomach still churns. My throat still burns, and my eyes feel puffy.

Yet, for the first time since waking up, I feel... okay...

Maybe this is what pregnancy is...

Chaos, tears, nausea... But wrapped in love.

And protected by two men who might burn the world if I sneeze wrong.

I sigh and lean into them.

"Fine," I mutter.

"You win. Comfort me." I add, and Zephan chuckles, tightening the hug, and I don’t complain.

Not even a little.