Pregnant With Four Alphas' Babies: A Reverse Harem Romance Chapter 103: Oh, My Lordt!

*Rose*

After I awake from my nap, Tristan is dressed and sitting next to me, apparently just watching me sleep. “Hi,” he greets me.

I smile up at him. “What are you doing?”

“Well, I was trying to sleep, but Eli and Reece are driving me crazy. They want to see you,” he replies.

I can’t help but sit up quickly. I’ve missed them so much. “Help me get dressed?”

Tristan immediately hops up and helps put the clothes back on me that he stripped off a little while ago. I am so big now, I actually do need help getting dressed, unlike before when Vienna helped me just because she was supposed to.

“It’s always more fun taking your clothes off than putting them back on,” he admits with a sly grin before he smothers me with a kiss.

Once I’m dressed, he lets the other Alphas in, and soon enough, all four of them are back in my room.

Reece and Eli smell so much better. I throw my arms around them and kiss each of them, and I kiss Mark, too. I’ve missed them all.

We talk for a while about how the battle unfolded. Tristan and Mark have already told me about my parents, and it is unsettling, even though they’ve never treated me like loving parents should. This time, I hear about how Reece and Eli gallantly fought to save the villagers of my pack.

“Now, our troops are surrounding the village to make sure they’re safe until your parents can get an army together,” Reece explains to me.

“Thank you all for fighting for them,” I say looking at each of their faces.

They are all smiling at me, happy, lovingly gazing at me, and as my eyes go from one face to another, I can’t help but feel my heartstrings tugging in four different directions. The next thing I know, I’m breaking down in tears. Reece puts an arm around me. “Rose, what’s the matter?’

“I don’t know what to do,” I manage to confess between sobs. Eli hands me a tissue, and I try to stop crying, but I can’t. “I will never be able to live without any of you!” I cry.

“Oh, Rose, honey,” Mark says, “don’t worry about that.”

“You’ll never be without any of us,” Tristan assures her.

“But… I can’t marry all four of you,” I remind them. “It’s not fair to you.”

“It wouldn’t be fair for any of us to be without you or our babies either,” Eli points out. “Rose, we’ve already talked about it.”

I look up at them, still wiping away my tears. “You have?”

Reece says, “Yes. And we intend to all stay with you, darlin’.”

My eyes bulge a little. “All of you? You’re sure? But what about whoever becomes king?”

“We’ll figure that part out. But we’re never going to leave you, little flower,” Tristan affirms.

I feel better. I have no idea how that would be possible, but I know they’ll figure it out. I trust my men with my everything, my life, and the lives of my unborn children.

I know, though, as a soon-to-be mother, that I really need to learn how to become stronger and defend my loved ones myself. Maybe Kelly can give me some fighting lessons before I deliver the babies.

“Rose, you’re tired,” Eli points out. “You should get some more rest. We just wanted to see you.”

I try to argue with him, but I’m yawning now, and I know he’s right. I should go back to sleep. I’m also hungry, but I decide to sleep for a bit and then eat dinner.

One by one, they come over and kiss me goodbye, and then, they leave, and I feel a sense of relief knowing I’ll never be without any of them.

Unless Emily or Barbara find a way to cause even more trouble in my life than they have before.

* * *

*Reece*

With Rose sleeping, the four of us move into Eli’s room. Kelly and Shelby are there, but they wrinkle up their noses at us annoying boys and take their girly party elsewhere.

I sink down onto Eli’s couch and pour myself a drink. I have earned this after so much fighting; I still remember how close to being dead I was. Thank goodness Eli had gotten there when he did.

“What are we gonna do about this?” Tristan asks, taking the bottle from me.

“We need to figure out how we’re going to divide this kingdom when this is all over,” Mark says, matter-of-factly.

“What do you mean?” Eli asks, taking the bottle next. He politely fills a glass for Mark before he fills his own.

“Well, I think it’s pretty clear the four of us should plan on ruling the kingdom together. Regardless of who the king declares is next in line for the throne, we are all tied to Rose. We all want to protect her. Let’s just divide it up.” He says this like it’s not a big deal.

“You know we’ll have to convince the citizens that this is a good idea, right?” I ask. “What if they don’t want four kings?”

“We don’t have to call ourselves kings,” Mark counters, shrugging. “We can have one king and three… dukes or something.”

“Dukes?” Tristan repeats. “I once had a dog named Duke. Sweet boy. Dumb as a brick. Couldn’t sit to save his life. Used to poop on the side of the house.”

We are all looking at him like he’s lost his mind, and since his comments have nothing to do with what Mark is talking about, we all know we should just skip this discussion altogether.

But I can’t help but ask, “How the hell does a dog take a dump on the side of the house?”

“Do you mean in a side yard?” Eli asks, trying to make sense of it.

Tristan shakes his head. “No, he would go up on his front legs, kinda like this….” He puts his hands down on the floor and pushes up but his ass never leaves the chair. “Then, he’d lift his leg, and kind of shimmy backward….” He does all of that without actually standing.

We continue to stare at him for a long moment before Eli turns to Mark and decides, “Let’s go with lords?”

“Yeah, yeah, lord is a good title,” Mark agrees.

“Besides, you don’t want to be Duke Mark,” I add, laughing. “Sounds like a character on a stupid sitcom.”

“Or a porn star,” Tristan chimes in.

We stare at him with almost the same expressions we had on our faces when he was talking about his dog shitting on the siding. He seems unbothered.

Mark gets up and walks over to Eli’s desk. He comes back with a piece of paper and a pen and plops it down on the coffee table. “Okay. This is the kingdom,” he begins. He draws a spiky-looking building near the center of the crudely drawn kingdom. “This is the castle.”

“Are you suggesting we should just divide the kingdom into quarters?” Tristan asks. “Because we need to find a way to keep our own packs in our area.”

“And we need to make sure no one gets all of the crappy packs,” Eli adds.

They both have good points.

Mark sighs and stands up. “Let me get a pencil.”

For the next hour or so, we debate about the best way to divide the kingdom into quarters. We talk about how we will go about settling disputes, what to do about natural resources being located in certain areas, and how to go about writing and changing laws.

It’s all very Civics 101, but by the end, Mark proposes, “We should all take a blood oath to agree upon what we’ve discussed here.”

Not only has he been drawing and redrawing our lines, he’s been taking notes about what we’ve agreed upon for the rules of our co-lordship.

Eli pulls out a pocket knife, and one by one, we make a little slice in our thumbs and put a red print on the white paper. Eli hands out bandages, and we sit around admiring our work.

“Does this make us blood brothers?” Tristan asks with a laugh.

“Something like that,” Mark says, grinning back at him. “I can’t think of three finer fellows to be co-lords with,” he adds.

“Co-lords?”

We had all been so busy adoring our work, and maybe a little lightheaded from losing a few drops of blood, that none of us had even heard the door to Eli’s room open.

We are all wide-eyed, staring at one another as we swivel our heads toward the door.

From my vantage point, it’s hard to see him over the back of Tristan’s chair, but I don’t have to see his face to know who has walked in on our scheming plan. I recognize his voice and can tell by the level of anger that it can only be one man.

King Gene!

And when he steps into my line of sight, he is fuming. His face is red, and he has his hands on his hips in fists.

“Mark! Come with me, now!” he growls and storms off.

Mark swallows hard and gets out of his seat, and I don’t envy him one bit. But we have his back.

He’s one of our co-lords, after all….