Help! Five Beast Alphas Want To Breed Me!!(BL)-Chapter 269: My New Chance?

Queen Selthía;

Elián lies trembling on my floor, his breath shaking in uneven pulls, and his white-tiger like markings that show he’s a primordial are fading across his skin like a candle fighting against a storm. He got so weak his body had to tap into his Premodial aura to sustain itself.

Zerana stands beside me, and there’s fear in her eyes as she stares at Elian. I’ve never seen Zerana afraid before.

"Selthía... what did you do?" she asks carefully as she drops to her knees beside Elián.

"I–I was doing what instinct told me," I respond, and she blinks at me. 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

I look at the boy on the floor, and my heart aches. His lips are pale, and his breathing is weak.

"Selthía... You acted off emotions," Zerana scolds softly as she kneels beside the boy "Should you really have done this blindly? What if forcing a soul back hurts him?" She adds, and I glare at her.

"He’s already hurt. More than anything else can hurt him. Do you know what it feels like to lose half of your soul, Zerana?" I demand, and her jaw drops.

"I will NOT let him experience the same agony," I add, and this time, her expression softens.

"This is about Serenía..." She states matter-of-factly, and I look away.

My twin sister, Serenía... was stubborn as a goat. She never listened to anyone when she made up her mind.

Never.

She was one of the victims of a curse our ancestors bore.

For stealing and manipulating magic, the witches and warlocks of old cursed our Nagari ancestors to be forced to undergo painful, life-threatening moults. Moulting so painful, only Nagari magic would be able to soothe... but not heal or take away.

We stole magic, so they cursed us to have a problem we would always use that magic to handle. Some — like me escaped the curse, and some, like my dear sister, inherited it.

Every time she moulted, it was torture. Her body spent so much mana trying to keep her alive from the pain she could do nothing else, while I tried my best to help her heal...

Then she got pregnant. She was warned. Adviced. Even Wilhlem— as hard as it was for him to do— begged her not to go through with the pregnancy.

Her labour was going to fall during her moulting period, and we all knew how dangerous that could be.

But what did Serenía do!??

She refused all our pleas and advice. She insisted on carrying the pregnancy. With her pregnancy hormones and so many things strained, the moult she experienced during that period was the worst I ever witnessed.

Even my mana, that usually soothed her, suddenly felt insignificant—useless.

She stretched herself thin to lay the egg that bore her boys. She directed her mana to helping her birth their egg instead of healing... and I remember the stupid, proud smile she had on her face, looking at the egg before her eyes shut and never opened again...

I could have refused brooding... but I couldn’t bring myself to abandon her egg... so every day, for as long as I could, I was busy brooding.

Mourning my sister, and brooding her egg... until it hatched, and those boys crawled out... boys whose Omega I may just have accidentally hurt.

My thoughts are interrupted by a sudden, gentle glow of pulsating light.

Zerana and I look down at Elián, and my heart skips a beat when I see that the light is shining through his shirt, from his abdomen.

My brows knot for a second, but then my jaw drops when it dawns on me.

The baby.

The tiny, developing life that carries Elián’s mana... as well as Elien’s...

Zerana pulls back in shock, eyes wide as she stares at Elián’s stomach.

"It’s... calling," she whispers.

"Selthía—the baby is calling to Elien." She adds in shock as she looks back at me, but I remain frozen.

The mana being emitted is quite like what I was weaving earlier... but this is... stronger... in a way only innocence can fortify.

Such... power... from a child that’s only just developing!??

A one-month-old fetus??

"Selthía, do you know what this means??" Zeran questions in awe with a hand clasped over her mouth, and I nod... with my throat too tight to speak.

"The baby is bound to both of them. Elián and Elien are already fused... Two souls sharing one vessel for months. There’s no separating them without destroying them..." Zerana begins to ramble, moving on so quickly from what we just discovered about Elián’s baby, like it’s a normal thing to come across an unborn Premodial... and that too, one so strong!

"So Elien... can’t be gone," Zerana whispers, and I swallow, blinking up at her.

In one day, we discover that both Elián and the baby he’s carrying are Premodials, and we’re just going to act like it’s no big deal? Like we don’t know?

"He isn’t gone. He’s just lost. And he needs to find his way back." Zerana continues, and then I understand what she’s doing. She knows this is all hard for me to process.

So she’s giving me time to process... to come to terms with it and acknowledge it when I’m ready... like she always does with me.

The baby’s glow brightens—blue, white, and soft like moonlight.

Mana crackles against the walls, and the serpents at my feet hiss and coil, restlessly as they send the power.

Elián gasps softly, and then his eyes roll back before he goes completely still.

"Selthía!" Zerana calls as she quickly cradles his head.

"I know." My voice trembles. I know. He’s slipping away... but that glow is our lifeline. I can’t find Elien, but the baby is connected to both of them...the baby’s call has a higher chance of finding the other soul that I do.

But all this is a bit too much for Elian... he needs strength. I grab his shoulders and lean over him, weaving more energy.

"Find him," I whisper to the light.

"Find your mother’s half. Bring him home." I whisper desperately, and Zerana rushes to my bed to bring a pillow and blankets.

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Elien;

Cold.

Everything is cold.

Leo.

Lioran.

Leo.

Lioran—

Instead of figuring out a way home, I have been stuck on this thought for what feels like forever.

He looks like Lioran, moves like Lioran, even talks like Lioran.

My mind screams.

This may look like the man I love, but he isn’t him. He isn’t my overtly controlled alpha who wishes he were anything else but an Alpha. He isn’t the Alpha who told me he wanted to be my mate.

This isn’t my world.

You’re safe now. His voice replays in my mind, and I sigh.

I wonder what’s going on back home.

I can still feel faint threads in the back of my heart—threads tied to Elián, to the twins, to the baby, to the Alphas, to BeasyHeaven... to the voice calling me through a void.

Then— A light, gentle push inside my stomach jolts me. I stare down at my stomach in alarm, and I feel it again.

A kick. A phantom kick.

Light as hell, but impossible to mistake.

My eyes widen. I’m not pregnant. I can feel it. This boy is void of the warmth I felt with my baby, but that was a kick. Why would I feel that now? Is something going on with my baby?

Is it a sign?? One month is too early for a baby to kick... why would I feel that now???

Does it mean the baby would be okay with me??

Another kick comes again, and this time, I gasp.

It’s tiny, urgent, and almost impatient.

My baby.

Our baby...

Something suddenly wraps around my torso... Like a hug of some kind. I freeze as I settle into the feel of it.

It’s a pull... a tugging, a calling.

"Mapa..." A little girl’s voice whispers, and I go rigid. WAS THAT THE BABY??

The air distorts, my vision fractures like glass... and in that moment, Dr. Leo walks back into the room.

"Elian? Are you alright? Can you hear me—?" He calls, but everything is already folding inward, and darkness sweeps in like a wave.

I pant and look around in the absolute darkness, and my heart starts pounding in fear. What’s happening now??

Suddenly— A soft blue glow appears ahead of me. A perfect, pulsing orb of blue flames.

My heart shudders when I recognise it... It’s ike the dreams... the orb is the baby. My baby.

And right now... She’s calling me, reaching for me...Pulling me back... to Elián.

I stumble toward it, limbs weightless, as I push through a void, following the glowing sphere as it floats in the darkness.

I chase it.

Through nothingness, through cold, through fear... I keep my gaze on my baby.

Light slowly bleeds into the dark, and up ahead, I see Quuen Selthía’s room faintly forming, like a mirage.

I then see mine and Elián’s unconscious body on the floor.

I slow to a stop when the orb hovers over him.

Waiting.

I look behind me, and my heart skips a beat when I see in the distance, the hospital room— With Dr. Leo frantically shaking Elian’s body, trying to resuscitate me.

Two worlds.

Two doors.

I stand between them, pulled in both directions.

Leo—

who looks like Lioran... Who could be a second chance. A new life... a new love—

And Elián—

My other half, our baby... my real home.

My chest breaks as my heart crumbles in it.

"What do I choose...?" I whisper.

The void echoes the question back at me, and I stand perplexed... between Nagari. And Dr. Leo.

Between a life I lost, and a life I might be able to build.

...Between a love I lost, and what might be my second chance.

I stand frozen. Unable to choose.