Help! Five Beast Alphas Want To Breed Me!!(BL)-Chapter 253: He’s A What!?

Zephan;

The moment Zethar and I step into the hallway outside my bedroom, I already feel something is wrong.

Not just wrong... but unnatural.

Cold wind bites at my skin the moment we round the corner. And that’s the first warning signal.

Nagari is always warm. Its heat is thick, ever-present, suffocating to outsiders, and soothing to natives.

But right now?

The air feels like it’s pouring in from a northern mountainside. That doesn’t happen here.

Zethar stops walking beside me, and o do the same as we stare at my room’s door in the distance.

"...Zephan," he mutters, rubbing his arms.

"Why does it feel like winter?" He adds, and I take a long, shaky breath.

"I don’t know," I answer, frowning.

"Stay behind me," I add, and Sethar snaps his head at me with his face scrunched up in annoyance.

"Eww!" He replies as he pulls out two hairpins I don’t even know were in his hair, and he moves in front of me.

"You stay behind me." He orders like I’m some princess in distress, and my face scrunches.

"Gross!" I whisper, and he scoffs.

"See how it sounds?" He replies, and I sigh.

We walk slowly towards the room, listening for any suspicious movements, and as we get closer, the cold hits us like a wave.

Not icy. Not frozen. But unnaturally cool, refreshing in some places, sharp in others... like the temperature can’t decide what it wants to be.

Zethar slowly pushes the door open, and that’s when we see him.

Elián is sprawled across the bed face-down, limbs loose and relaxed, and most importantly... he’s naked. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

Completely, absolutely, UTTERLY naked.

Zethar makes a noise like he just swallowed a live insect as he quickly turns away.

"Oh...okay... wow... what... uhm... What do we come here for?" he stammers, while I keep my gaze square on. The floor.

"Why is he...why is everything...why is he..." Zethar continues, and I’ve had enough.

"Shut up," I hiss, even though I can feel my ears burning as I steal another glance at the sleeping boy.

I force myself to look away from the very, very bare omega lying across the sheets, but the image is already plastered on my brain.

He’s on his stomach, with his bare bottom on full display. I clear my throat roughly and grab a blanket from the foot of the bed.

I was only gone for like five minutes. Then, the bed was made, and he was duly clothed. What then happened in the span of just...?

Before I can cover him with the blanket, he makes a soft sound, shifting slightly for more comfort.

He doesn’t wake, but the temperature in the room dips again, cooler, calmer, like something responding to the change in his breathing.

And that... that makes my heart lurch.

"Zephan," Zethar whispers before I can process what I just noticed, and I turn to him.

"What if the witches are near? What if this is a warning...?" He adds, and I swallow as I look around the room for any odd thing.

"It can’t be the witches. No one enters Nagari without Nagarian’s consent. And Aunt Selthía would have noticed if some forces managed to get into Nagari." I explain, even though I know I am using my words to comfort my heart.

"Alright. Let’s just... get him out of here. It’s too cold." Zethar then replies with a shudder, and I nod

We both move closer, slowly and carefully, as we wordlessly try to figure out how to lift him.

My attempts to cover him up without waking him are countered when Zethar places a hand on Elián’s shoulder.

"Elián. Wake up."

"What are you doing!?" I whisper in a yell, and Zethar’s brows crease.

"Trying to get him to wake up so he can dress up?" He replies, and just then Elián groans into his pillow.

"...mmnotmoving..." he mumbles, with his voice thick with sleep.

"...leave me alone..." He adds, and I look up at Zethar.

"This isn’t going to work. You know how he is when he’s sleepy. Let’s just carry him out." I whisper to Zethar, and just then, the room grows colder.

So cold, I hear crackling, and when I look up, I see ice climbing some of the vines in my room.

Zethar grabs my wrist instantly.

"Get him out. Right now. We don’t know what this is, and I don’t like it." He whispers, and I nod.

I try to lift Elián into my arms, and to my horror, he grabs the bedsheet like I’m trying to rip him away from his lip.

"Stop!!" He whines, and I pause.

"Elián," Zethar insists as he gets back down and gives his shoulder another shake.

"You need to wake up. Something is happening." He adds, and finally, Elián, who’s now barely covered by the blanket, turns and cracks one eye open, bleary and irritated.

"What," he rasps.

"Why are you shouting?" He adds, and Zethar looks at me in dumbfoundment.

"We’re not shouting..." Zethar starts, but Elián cuts him off.

"You are," He croaks, already trying to bury his face back into the pillow.

"Nothing is happening. It was... too hot... so I made it cold." He adds, and Zethar and I both freeze.

"...What?" I ask slowly, and Elián sighs like we are exhausting him.

"I said I made it cold," he mumbles into the pillow in a tone that’s flat and sleepy.

"The room. I made it cold... I was hot. I fixed it." He adds, and Zethar’s mouth falls open.

"You... you what? You changed the temperature? With what?" He demands, and Elián grins and makes a dismissive hand wave, eyes already drifting shut again.

"With my powers... Obviously." He replies, and my heart drops into my stomach.

Powers.

Powers!!

I instantly remember the night of the attack, and my throat runs dry.

Powers.

What powers??

I look sharply at Zethar, who also looks at me, and then we both turn to Elián.

"Elián," Zethar began carefully, "what do you mean, powers?" He adds, but Elián is already dozing off, so Zethar shakes him again.

"Elián... focus. Explain." He demands, and Elián groans, and then whines lie he would give anything to get us off his back right now.

"I’m a Primordial," he whines into the pillow, and my heart stops.

"Primordials control elements. I was hot. So I made it cold. Now, let me sleep! I’m pregnant!!" He adds, and the world stops.

My bones freeze harder than the air, and Zethar literally chokes on his spit.

"HE’S A WHAT?!" he yells, and Elián winces at the noise.

"Stop yelling..." he groans.

"My head hurts..." He adds, and Zethar whips around to stare at me, eyes wide with absolute disbelief.

"Zephan... he said Primordial. Primordial. Do you understand what that means?! Do you..." He begins, but I raise a hand to stop him as my thoughts are becoming an aching mess in my head.

"I heard him," I say, but my voice doesn’t sound like mine.

Primordials are myths. Legends.

Power older than kingdoms, older than beasts, older than wars.

They’re not real. At least... they’re not supposed to be.

And Elián.. he thinks he’s a Premodial??

Elián then turns his head slightly, eyes barely open.

"You’re being loud again," he complains, even though none of us has said a thing, and then he faces me.

"I healed you when you were dying, Zephan. Did you think I did that with a degree? I’m a Primordial. I thought you’d figured it out." He adds, and I feel my heart stop.

Zethar takes a step back as he stares at me, and I swallow.

"He... healed... you...?" He questions, but I can’t bring myself to answer.

"Yes," Elián replies, irritated at being forced to speak.

"And the others. Your father. And Koda. And Rhydian. I used Primordial magic. It’s not complicated. Now, please leave me alone." He adds, and then he actually lifts a hand and pushes my chest weakly, like shooing a cat.

"I’m so tired... don’t bother me..." he adds, and before I can react...

He’s asleep again. Instantly.

Like the confession meant nothing.

Zethar and I stand frozen in absolute silence for a full ten seconds.

Then Zethar speaks

"Zephan," he whispers, voice thin.

"He healed you? And you didn’t tell me!?" He adds, and the anger in his voice makes me hold my breath.

Not ready to answer, I just walk over and gently drape the blanket over Elián’s waist, careful not to wake him.

Careful not to disturb the cold that radiates softly from him like a calm, living breeze.

"How long were you going to keep it from me?!" He adds, and I shut my eyes.

He’s angry. This is bad.