Help! Five Beast Alphas Want To Breed Me!!(BL)-Chapter 320: Pregnancy Symptoms

Zethar;

I wake up angry.

Not the normal kind of anger I always feel without trying.

This is feral... different... worse.

The kind of anger that sits in my stomach, claws its way up my spine, and whispers that if I don’t break something soon, I might break instead.

What the fuck is this!??

Why the heck am I waking up in such a foul mood!?

Before I even open my eyes, I feel my head banging and spinning.

Heat crawls under my scales like fire ants, and suddenly my skin feels too tight... like it doesn’t fit properly. Since when!??

My mouth tastes wrong too. Bitter, heavy and metallic.

I try to swallow past it but groan in disgust.

That was a mistake.

My stomach lurches violently in response, and before I can even process what’s happening, I roll off the bed and retch.

HARD.

The sound that comes out of me is undignified, and horrifying.

Absolutely not befitting any Nagari Alpha.

I barely manage to grab the vase by the bed before my body betrays me again.

I groan in discomfort as I empty my stomach. Once more, and it just keeps happening.

By the third time, my body feels so weak, my limbs start trembling.

I’m gasping by the time my stomach relaxes a bit.

I try to hold myself up on shaking arms, with sweat dripping down my neck.

What. The. Fuck.

I stay there for a moment, breathing hard, waiting for my body to explain itself, but it doesn’t.

Instead, my stomach twists again.

I gag.

"Nope," I snarl hoarsely.

"Absolutely not," I add, trying to fight the feeling as I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, and push myself upright in a foolish attempt to stand.

The room tilts violently, and I freeze.

Everything sways like the world laughing at me, and somehow, that makes my anger worse.

I press my palm to the wall, scales rippling involuntarily along my arm as nausea crashes into me again.

My heart skips when a thought blooms through the chaos.

Poison.

That’s the only explanation.

I have been poisoned!!!

Somehow... by someone... Could it be that Asa girl!??

Fuck!!

I’m going to die, and no one’s ever going to know I’m struggling.

Where is Zephan!?

I try to scream out to my brother, but the ache in my head warns me against it.

My vision blurs at the edges, and I drag a shaky breath.

I stagger back toward the bed, try to drop myself on it, but miss it entirely.

I end up falling hard on my ass instead, and I groan in pain.

Pain and panic.

Am I dying?? I’m dying!!

Fuck, I’m really dying!!

My temperature spikes so suddenly that it feels like my blood has caught fire.

"I didn’t even get to do anything great," I grumble under my breath as I try to fight the discomfort and chaos of my body.

"I can’t leave Zephan all alone!!" I add weakly, and just then, a sharp knock sounds at my door.

I turn to it, but I’m too weak to speak.

Then comes another knock.

Louder and more persistent.

My heart skips in glee when I sense him.

"Zephan—" I try to call, but my stomach clenches again.

The door swings open, with so much force that it bounces off the wall it slams into.

I don’t think I’ve ever been happier to see my twin.

"Zethar!?" Zephan’s voice calls, sharp with concern, but as much as I want to look up at him, I can’t.

I’m too busy not vomiting again.

There’s a pause the moment he sees me, and fast footsteps follow as he rushes over to me.

"Zethar—what’s wrong?" He demands as he grabs my shoulders, and I groan as I look at him.

I try to answer him. I really do...

But what comes out is a strangled, incoherent mess.

"I—don’t—know—think—I’ve been—" I begin, but gag again.

Anymore, and I just might expel my soul.

Zephan’s eyes widen with panic radiating off him so hard I can practically feel it vibrating the air.

"Poison?" he asks sharply, and I wipe my mouth for the umpteenth time.

"Yes," I rasp. "Obviously," I add, and he only blinks at me for a second.

He doesn’t argue. He just acts.

I feel his presence shift, and the familiar heat caresses me as he bares his fangs.

"Wait—" I try to slow him down, but he doesn’t listen.

Pain flares at my neck as he bites down— his venom flooding my system in a rush of heat meant to neutralise toxins.

I brace myself for the familiar relief. That breeze of ease I always feel when his venom fixes me... but it never comes.

Nothing changes.

If anything, my stomach revolts harder.

I shove him away with what little strength I have left, dry-heaving violently.

Zephan stares at me in horror, and I stare back.

His face drains of colour as his eyes widen so wide I fear his eyes may pop out.

"...That’s not possible," he breathes, and I grit my teeth.

"Glad," I croak. "We agree." I croak, and he pulls back again.

"What kind of poison ignores Nagari venom!?" he mutters, with panic creeping into his voice, and I laugh weakly, trying to lessen his fear.

"The expensive kind?" I reply, and he bolts upright.

"I’m getting Aunt Selthía." He says, and he’s gone before I can even protest.

I slump back against the bed, sweat-soaked, dizzy, and furious at my own body.

My mood flips without warning.

One moment I want to tear the room apart, the next, I feel like curling into myself and never moving again.

Something is very, very wrong. I don’t like it.

Selthía arrives likea storm. She’s still in her sleeping robes, which means she just woke up, and rises here.

Her eyes are sharp with concern, and Zephan is right behind her.

She doesn’t waste time.

Her hands start glowing faintly, as she rushes over to me. She grabs my wrists, presses her fingers to my temples, mutters diagnostics under her breath, and I just stay silent.

I hate every second of this.

"Don’t touch me," I snap weakly, but she ignores me completely.

"Stand up," she orders.

"I can’t." I snap, and she sighs, then nods to Zephan.

Between them, they haul me upright and half-drag, half-carry me onto the bed.

I try to fight, but the failure that follows is embarrassing.

Selthía’s brow furrows as she looks at me.

"There’s no poison," she says slowly, and Zephan and I stiffen.

"That’s impossible," Zephan replies and she sighs.

"Zephan, I’m saying what I’m sensing." She replies, and my stomach flips again.

I groan in annoyance.

What is this overreaction my body is giving me!!!

"Fantastic. I’m dying of mystery." I mumble, and Aunt Selthía shoots me a look.

"If you were dying, you’d be quieter." She scolds, and I scowl at her.

She checks again and frowns deeper.

"...I don’t know what this is." She admits, and I exhale. "We need Zerana." She adds, and Zephan nods sharply, then freezes when he looks at me.

"...You’re acting like Elián." He says, and silence crashes into the room.

I see red.

"What did you just say?" I demand— the nausea is forgotten instantly, and replaced by pure, incandescent rage.

"I am not acting like Elián!" I rage, remembering how temperamental and unpredictable the boy has become these days, but Zephan sighs.

"I just mean—" Zephan begins, and I grit my teeth.

"I swear by every scale on my body," I snarl, pushing myself upright despite Selthía’s protest, "if you finish that sentence—"

My stomach lurches again. I gag.

"...you’re acting like Elián when he has morning sickness... even worse." Zephan finishes weakly.

That strikes something in me.

I remember my conversation with Zerana, and a wave of horror floods me.

I surge off the bed and bolt for the door.

"Zethar!" Aunt Selthía shouts, but I ignore her.

I follow the pull in my chest— the sick, twisting familiarity that makes my skin crawl.

I burst into Elián’s room without knocking... and there he is.

Seated on the edge of the bed, holding a bowl... and vomiting.

His eyes are red-rimmed, skin flushed, and hands shaking.

He looks up at me mid-gag, startled.

We stare at each other, and time stops.

Understanding slams into me like a boulder, and I stagger.

Oh. This is what Zerana meant!??

Oh no.

Oh fuck.

This isn’t poison. It isn’t an illness.

This is—

My stomach flips violently. My vision tunnels.

Elián wipes his mouth weakly. "Zethar...?"

I don’t answer. I can’t.

Because the realisation hits me fully, brutally, mercilessly.

"Zethar... are you... Are you okay?" Elián questions as he stares at me in confusion, through narrow eyes.

No! No, I’m not fucking alright...How would I!?

I am sharing pregnancy symptoms... With my omega.

The shock sends my eyes rolling to the back of my head, and everything goes black.