Help! Five Beast Alphas Want To Breed Me!!(BL)-Chapter 311: It’s Your Bond Too

Zethar;

I don’t like feeling confused.

I hate it.

Aside from personally making me feel like a massive fool, it makes my next line of action blurry.

In fights, such uncertainty could cost your life.

Confusion makes my skin itch. Makes my temper boil over. When I’m like this, I keep searching for something to strike just so the feeling would fucking stop.

That is why I’m here. Because if I don’t get help, I’m going to fuckinglosee it.

Zerana doesn’t look surprised when I step into her chambers.

She rarely looks surprised by anything we do these days.

To get a reaction out of her, you’d have to be holding up some rare medical treasure or spewing some jargon about experiments.

Another way to get her attention is... if you’re Aunt Selthía.

I stare at the woman who’s seated at her worktable. Her hair has been braided back roughly, and I just know she did it herself.

There’s fresh blood under the bandage usually wrapped around her forearm. A telltale sign that she’s once again performed another experiment on herself.

How much longer till we’ll be forced to cut off that arm?

Then, I’m very sure she’d move to the next arm, or one of her legs.

She’s a psycho.

Her focus is keen as she meticulously sorts dried herbs. Her golden bangles jangle softly on her wrists, and I cross my arms, waiting for when this mad doctor would acknowledge me.

She doesn’t look up immediately, and I roll my eyes as one of my feet starts tapping.

"You’re pacing again," she finally breaks the silence, and my forehead creases.

"...I just walked in," I note, and she sighs.

"Yes... But you’re restless. Like a storm looking for a place to break." She replies, and I scowl at her.

"You’re supposed to be helping." I snap, as she finally sets down what seems to be the last dried-up branch.

"I am," she says, finally lifting her gaze to me.

"But help requires honesty. Sit." She adds, and I step further into the room.

I don’t sit.

Instead, I say the thing that has been tearing at me for days now.

"Zephan marked Elián." I spit, and Zerana’s brow lifts slightly.

"Yes. He did. We all agreed to it." She replies, and I let out a breath.

"So why," I snap,

"Why am I the one who feels it when Elián is uncomfortable?" I ask, and I notice her pause.

Her fingers still over the boxes she was opening, and her eyes narrows a bit.

"Explain," she orders, and I drag a hand down my face, with my scales rippling faintly along my arm in irritation.

"When he’s anxious, I feel it," I begin, pacing as I try to find my words.

"When he’s unsettled, it crawls under my skin like ants. When something is wrong—really wrong—I know before Zephan does." I continue, and with the next words, my voice drops into worry.

"It was never like this before. Have I... somehow accidentally marked him too? If I have, he’s in danger. How do we undo it?" I add, and Zerana studies me in silence.

"Hmm." She replies, and my jaw drops.

"Hmm!?? Zerana, it’s not supposed to be me," I growl with my anger, returning now.

"This is mate-bond awareness. Isn’t this supposed to be happening to Zephan?? He marked Elián. Not me." I panic, and Zerana says nothing. Like I’ve been babbling on for nothing.

I lean forward, teeth clenched.

"Tell me why my instincts keep snapping toward Elián like I—" I stop myself, jaw locking.

"Like I marked him too," I whisper the last part with the fear in my heart as loud as crashing waves.

For one long moment, Zerana just looks at me.

Then... She laughs.

It’s soft, warm, and utterly unbothered.

I straighten instantly, wondering what the fuck is funny.

The red scales that line her neck catch the light as she chuckles, and this strikes the wrong chord in my mind.

"This isn’t funny." I snap, and she tries to stop.

She struggles a bit till she finally catches her breath.

"Oh, Zethar," she sighs fondly, shaking her head.

"It’s not funny. It’s inevitable." She adds, and my stomach drops.

"I don’t like that word," I say flatly, and she lets out a breath before gesturing to the chair again.

This time, I sit, mostly because my legs feel unsteady all of a sudden.

"Stop laughing, and please tell me what the fuck is going on??" I plead now in a whisper, and she smiles.

"You’re a Nagari twin," She begins, folding her hands.

"And not just any twin. You and Zephan are mirrored at the soul level. Same core. Same origin... Split expression." She continues, and I raise a brow.

"I know what twins are," I note, and her smile grows.

"Not like this, you don’t." She replies, and my beat curls irritably behind me.

"Out with it, Zerana!" I push, and she huffs as if leaving jokes aside now.

"When Nagari twins share a bond as deep as you and Zephan’s," she continues,

"...Your emotional channels are already braided together. You don’t just feel for each other. You feel through each other." She says slowly, and I pause.

Fee for... I understand that...

"That explains why I always know when Zephan’s lying," I whisper, and she hums. But it doesn’t explain what she meant by feel through...

"Your bond is also why you feel his rage before he ever voices it. His joy... His restraint." She continues, and I listen closely, waiting for where this is headed.

"Now," she says, eyes gleaming with a bit of excitement, "Zephan has marked a mate." She adds, and our eyes lock.

"One whom both of you share." She breathes and pauses like she wants the words to sink in.

My chest tightens.

"When a Nagari twin marks a shared omega, the bond isn’t isolated. It doesn’t exist in a void... It weaves into the existing web of connections." She explains, and I swallow.

"You mean—" I begin, but she doesn’t even let me land before nodding.

"What Zephan feels, you receive an echo of. Always have." She says softly, and I nod slowly.

That part makes sense.

"But now," she adds,

"There’s a third presence in that network." She says, and I freeze.

Elián.

My pulse spikes.

"So when Zephan feels Elián’s distress, that information travels along the same pathways you’ve shared since birth." She explains, and my fingers curl into fists.

"Now this path is seemingly so open for you, because you care about Elián. And a part of him can feel it. Trusting to reach for you through Zephan." She adds, and I just stare.

Elián is reaching for me? Why??

And... and why—

"That still doesn’t explain why I feel it first," I complain, and Zerana tilts her head, studying me carefully.

"Are you certain you do?" she asks, and I open my mouth... then close it.

Because when I replay it in my mind... the timing isn’t as clear as I thought.

Sometimes, yes, I feel it first.

Other times... Other times, Zephan reacts and feels Elian’s discomfort before I do. And—

"I can’t sense everything," I admit reluctantly.

"Only when Elián is distressed... Uncomfortable, or afraid." I add.

Zerana shrugs lightly.

"There is no manual for this," she says.

"Bonding magic is not exactly a straight path. Especially not with twins." She smiles softly, and I swallow.

She leans forward slightly.

"It’s possible you’re receiving half of what Zephan receives." She suggests, and my breath catches.

"And the other half?" I ask slowly. She meets my eyes.

"Only he feels that." She replies, and my jaw drops.

"So, you’re saying—" My voice goes rough.

"—that we’re splitting the mate bond?" I ask, and she leans back.

"I’m saying," she replies gently, "that the bond may be distributing itself in a way that keeps Elián balanced."

I pause... not knowing how to react to this, so I just... laugh. A humourless, panicked laugh.

"I refused to mark him, yet somehow I’m sharing his bond with my brother..." I whisper in worry.

This won’t be a danger to him, right? I mean... I did’t mark him, I... I...

How the fuck do I save Elian from me, now?

Zerana’s expression softens as she reaches forward and gently pats my hand on the table.

"There is something else," she says, and my spine goes rigid.

"I don’t like that tone either," I note, and she exhales quietly.

"If this is what I believe it might be..." she says carefully, and my heart starts slamming against my ribs.

"...then you are going to have a rather difficult next few months." She says, and my blood freezes in my veins.

"What do you mean by ’ difficult?" I demand, rising to my feet, and Zerana looks like she’s half between feeling sorry for me and bursting out laughing.

"Let’s just say... you’re about to personally understand Elián in ways you wouldn’t initially have wanted." She says slowly, but my confusion only spikes.

"Zerana," I snap, "what. Does. That. Mean." I push, and this time she chuckles.

"If this progresses the way it usually does with Nagari twins who share a mate, your emotional channels will remain open until the temporary bond ends." She replies, and I blink.

"You’re about to become very empathetic towards any pregnant being you come across." She adds with a small smirk, and my jaw drops.

I don’t fully understand what she just said, but it sounds like a fucking threat, and I don’t like it...

What the fuck does she mean!??