Help! Five Beast Alphas Want To Breed Me!!(BL)-Chapter 271: Alana Is Here

Elián;

Warmth.

That’s the first thing I feel when consciousness begins to drag me back... and then voices. Muffled... little whispers that I can’t make out.

I let out a breath, waiting for my thoughts to fall into place, and that’s when I remember him.

Elien.

I gasp, eyes flying open, and before I even look around the room, the first thing I do is reach inward... that hidden place inside me where he lives.

"Elien? Elien—are you there??" I call in panic, but I hear nothing, and my heart shatters.

I bite my lips as I feel them wobble, and I keep my gaze trained on the ceiling above me. Zephan’s ceiling.

"Elien...?" I croak inwardly, as a reality I don’t want to accept begins to settle on me.

"I’m here, Elián." His voice fills my mind like a breath I’ve been holding for a century, and tears rush to my eyes.

"You’re back..." I exhale, sounding somewhere between a sob and a relieved laugh... and I barely get the chance to process anything before two bodies slam into me at once.

I grunt as my ribs nearly snap in half, and arms wrap around me from both sides, squeezing the soul out of me faster than any panic attack ever has.

"Elián!" Zephan’s voice calls, low, wrecked, and frantic.

The fear in his voice twists something inside me and causes me to relax a bit.

Zethar, on the other hand, is the second warm weight, hugging me so tightly that it feels like he’s trying to vaporise me and breathe me in.

He says nothing, but I can sense his fear in how tight his grip on me is.

"I can’t—breathe—" I wheeze, but neither of them hears me.

They are too busy hugging me like I’m some kind of life force they refuse to let go of.

I croak a little as I honestly can’t breathe, and footsteps rush toward us.

"Hey! Gentle! Do not hug him so hard! Do you want to suffocate him back into unconsciousness!?" Zerana scolds sternly.

"Plus he’s pregnant." Queen Selthía adds, and both brothers freeze.

Then— very, very reluctantly— they loosen their grips on me, and I’m finally able to breathe.

Once there’s air in my lungs, I finally blink around in confusion, trying to piece things together.

The world seems all foggy and bright. I’m in Zephan’s room, lying in his bed, but the sheets are different from last night.

I can’t even remember anything. After passing out... I have no recollection of anything else...

All I can remember is how miserable I felt after Elian’s disappearance...

My heart squeezes painfully at the thought, and my gaze drops.

"I thought I lost you..." I whisper inwardly, and I hear Elien scoff.

"Fate sent you to me without my permission. It will only take me away from you if I permit it." He replies, and I smile. Just then, Zephan cups my face, reading me like he always does.

"Are you okay?" He whispers, with so much worry in his eyes, I feel bad.

"Hmm..." I reply with a nod, and he lets out a relieved breath.

Zethar, however, grabs my wrist, checking my pulse like he’ll break someone’s kneecaps if it’s even slightly irregular.

"Z-Zethar, I’m fine..." I whisper to him, but he keeps checking me anyway.

"You were out for TWO days," He mutters darkly, like that fact offends him, and I freeze.

Did he just say—?

"Two whole days, Elián. Dead to the word. Do you know how worried we were!?" He adds, and my jaw drops.

"I—two days?!" I squeak, with my eyes wide, and Zephan sighs.

"Yes," He replies, brushing my hair back with trembling fingers.

"Zerana said you had a panic attack. A strong one." He adds, and I pause.

Zethar presses his hand to my forehead, and Zephan stares at me like a mother would stare at the baby she thought she lost.

Zethar takes my hand next, turning it over, checking for... what? Cracks?

"Are you dizzy?" Zethar asks frantically as he stares at me, and before I can answer, Zephan leans in, questioning softly.

"Are you hungry?" I swallow.

"Does your chest hurt?" — Zethar

"I thought you were okay... What suddenly triggered a panic attack?" — Zephan

"Does anything feel strange?" — Zethar

"Do you feel anything unusual with the baby?" — Zephan

Their questions pile over each other until I raise both hands weakly.

"Guys—guys—I’m okay," I whisper, and finally they stop. Even though I can see Zethar has more questions to ask.

Thankfully, he doesn’t ask them. I lift my head to draw a breath, and it’s only then that I notice Queen Selthía and Zerana standing near the far wall, beside the door.

They don’t rush me. Don’t crowd me. Don’t speak.

Queen Selthía stands tall, regal even in stillness, but her eyes betray her. There’s exhaustion there. Worry. And something that looks uncomfortably like exhaustion.

Zerana’s posture is rigid, arms crossed, weight shifted slightly forward like she’s ready to act at a moment’s notice. Her gaze flicks between me, the brothers, and I smile gratefully.

Whatever they did to pull Elien back... it wasn’t easy. I know it wasn’t. I can tell.

And it all wasn’t without cost.

Both women are calm, and watchful... Like they would both leap forward if I so much as sneezed wrong.

Queen Selthía’s eyes meet mine, and she gives me a gentle, reassuring smile before she silently mouths:

"We didn’t tell them anything."

Every knot inside me loosens at once, and a relieved breath escapes me. A breath so deep with gratitude, it sends a shiver down my spine.

I meet Selthía’s eyes again, and this time she doesn’t mouth anything. She just inclines her head once.

A silent promise.

We’ll talk later.

I’m glad they didn’t tell Zephan and Zethar about Elien.

They only just found out I’m a Premodial. Finding out I have a second soul? Or that I’m the second soul? Or I’m not from here...?

No. That is not a conversation I’m ready to have with any of them. At least, not now.

"I thought we lost you." Zethar breathes, and my heart breaks.

They must have been so worked up. They have no idea about Elien, yet I kept screaming in their faces, asking for him...

"Sorry," The word stumbles out shamefully as my gaze drops.

"I’m sorry for worrying you. I didn’t mean to..." I begin, but I’m cut off when Zephan leans down and presses a kiss to my forehead.

Zethar, on the other hand, ruffles my hair roughly... which I guess is his version of a kiss?

"We’re just glad you’re okay." He whispers, and I smile.

They hug me again, tighter but not killing-me-tight this time. And for a moment, being wrapped between them feels like the safest place in the world.

Inside my head, Elien whispers,

"We’ll talk later. Rest now."

On hearing his voice again, I want to smile... I want to cry.

I’m just... relieved he’s here.

And yes... I’m absolutely going to grab him by the metaphorical collar later and demand answers.

But not right now.

Right now, I just want to enjoy the peace. The peace of being held so gently, I could fall apart in their arms, and they’d gather every piece carefully.

A knock suddenly interrupts the moment, and everyone turns to the door.

"Come in." Queen Selthía orders, and a guard steps in hesitantly.

"Forgive the intrusion, my grace. But a maiden by the name Alana has arrived at the castle gates. She says she is here to see Master Elián." He says, and I swear my soul shoots out of my body.

Alana??? Like... my Alana???

Before I get any confirmation, I shove both brothers off me, with strength I didn’t even know I possessed. I LEAP off the bed, and I hear the people in the room shriek.

However, I’m too excited to stop.

I don’t walk, I don’t jog...

I SPRINT.

Barefoot, dizzy, pregnant, and with zero shame, I sprint down the corridor. I almost make it to the end of the next corridor when Zephan’s voice thunders after me.

"ELIAN!! STOP RUNNING—YOU’RE PREGNANT!" He screams, but I’m already flying down the next hall.

"I WANT TO SEE ALANA! ALANAAAAAA!" I scream as I make my way through the weaves of the palace, and I hear the brothers’ footsteps steady behind me.

Zethar’s voice follows with a colourful string of curses.

"This boy... YOU shouldn’t be... Elian, slow down so you don’t..." I hear bits and pieces of Zephan and Zethar’s pleas, but nothing stops me.

Because Alana is here.

And I haven’t seen her since Gravemaw... And she was the first friend I made here...And she came all this way for me.

My heart feels like it’s running faster than my legs.

I can hear Zephan shouting, Zethar yelling, Zerana telling them to "stop screaming," but everything in me is too excited to stay still.

Alana.

She’s really here!!!!