Pregnant With Four Alphas' Babies: A Reverse Harem Romance Chapter 107: Gene Makes Up His Mind

*Emily*

I wait in my cousin’s office, pacing back and forth, my skirt billowing out behind me every time I turn around. It’s a high-low, my favorite style, and it looks good on me. I can’t believe I was forced to wear such drab outfits while I was at Alpha Stephen’s mansion. The more time I spend in the castle, the more I can feel Emily coming back into herself.

As I wait for Gene to appear, I go over the conversation I had with Tristan. I think he bought it. I think he actually had some sympathy for me. I need to figure out a way to get him off by himself again so I can continue my sob story. I’ve thought of some other horrendous events I can tell him about. The more pathetic sounding I make myself, the better. I’m always in total control–even in the bedroom.

Well, except for control over Alpha Stephen’s tiny peepee. No one could command that….

King Gene comes into his office with a huff and sees me, which stops him dead in his tracks. “What the actual fuck are you doing here?” he asks.

I’m not sure if he means in his office or in his castle. I’m certain he knows I came back to the castle earlier in the day. That information wouldn’t have escaped him, though I was surprised at how easy it was for me to force my way back through the guards at the gate.

“Don’t talk to me that way!” I bark at him. “You have a lot of explaining to do, cousin!”

“Me?” His eyes nearly pop out of his little head. “What the fuck are you talking about? I’m the king! I’m in control here! Why does everyone keep forgetting that?”

“I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about, but we had a deal. A DEAL! And rather than honoring that, you bring that fucking bitch Barbara, of all people, here to give the crown to her?” I fold my arms and glare at him, tipping my head down so that I can look into his eyes.

He closes the door to his office like he doesn’t want anyone to hear me dressing him down. “You were failing miserably at your task!” he chides. “Not only were you making it so that none of the Alphas wanted to marry you, but you were giving them all of the fuel they needed to conspire against me! Now, it’s not enough that they wanted to hang on to that despicable Breeder after those children have crawled from her womb, but now, they are talking about dividing up the kingdom! Before I even declare one of them king! I will not have my lands, all that I’ve worked for, parceled up like slices of pie because you couldn’t stay in your room and be nice, like a good little girl, you slutty little whore!”

My hand stretches out of its own accord, and a loud smack fills the office. As soon as I realize what I’ve done, I pull my hand to my chest with a sharp sigh. “Sorry!”

King Gene rubs his cheek, a look of hate on his face as he looks at me. “You colossal bitch!” he screams. “How dare you?”

“I’m just… Stephen called me all kinds of names thinking it was something I wanted to hear in the bedroom, and I didn’t like it,” I tell him, trying to cover. The fact of the matter is Emily doesn’t let anyone talk to her that way.

But he’s the fucking king, and he can do whatever he wants!

He pulls his hand away from his face and states firmly, “Barbara is here now. You have no place in my castle. All you will do is cause trouble!”

“That’s not true!” I assure him. “I’ve already started making headway with Tristan. He believed the sympathetic story I told him earlier, and I have more tales to weave!”

“Unless by ‘headway’ you mean the head of his shaft is buried way up in your coochie, I don’t want to hear it!” King Gene is practically standing on his tiptoes to try to look straight into my eyes. “You are the worst villain of all time! If this was a fairytale, you’d be… Prince John!”

I try to come back with a quick quip, but confusion at his words wash over me, and I ask, “Who the hell is that? Prince John?”

“You know. From Robin Hood?” He rolls his eyes at me.

I don’t know what he’s talking about, but I take it that his words are not a compliment. “I am the perfect villain when I want to be,” I insist. “But that’s not what I’m trying to do, dear cousin. I don’t want to be a villain. I want to be a queen!”

“Yeah, an evil queen. Regina!” He is mumbling things that don’t make sense to me anymore.

“No, a powerful queen! Like we discussed!” I hear a pleading tone in my voice that I can’t stand, but I don’t know what else to do. I feel this opportunity slipping through my fingers again, and I can’t lose it.

Not to mention, if all of the Alphas are back here, that means that Stephen must be done fighting. So… he’ll be looking for me. I doubt he’ll show his face here after the other Alphas kicked his ass on the battlefield, but he may send someone to collect me.

To my cousin, I request, “Give me one week.”

He folds his arms across his chest and glares up at me. He says nothing.

“You can’t let that stupid bitch take what’s mine!” I shout in frustration. “She’s not loyal to you either, King Gene. She is fooling you into thinking that she is when she’s not. Give me more time! I’ll prove to you that I can do this!”

“Do what?” he argues. “I don’t want you to do anything! I just want you to wait! You have to wait, like we discussed! I just wanted you to be here, in the castle, where you would be ready to take over as queen as soon as we knew who the king was going to be!”

“But then everything got fucked up, and you needed me!” I reminded him. “You needed me to work my magic on the Alphas to keep them from falling in love with that grotesque Breeder!”

“And you failed!” he shouts back at me. “You didn’t manage to get even one of them to like you. You failed in getting them into your bed!”

“So has Barbara from what I gather! She managed to poison Mark but not give him the aphrodisiac, right? What kind of an idiot takes the aphrodisiac herself instead of slipping it to her target?”

A low growl comes through the back of King Gene’s throat, and for a moment, I think he might shift. I’ll have to shift, too, and we’ll have a face-off in our wolf forms right here in his office.

Why is he defending her so much?

“It was an honest mistake!” he screams at me.

I take a moment to let him breathe, hoping he’ll calm down, but he doesn’t look like he’s relaxing at all.

After a minute or so passes, I beg him, “Please, King Gene, dear cousin, give me another chance. Let me show you that I am the right choice as queen. You cannot trust her. Barbara makes me look like a fucking kitten. She’s… a puma on steroids!”

With a loud sigh, he turns away from me and swears under his breath because he is fed up, and I suppose I can’t blame him.

When he turns back to me, he states rigidly, “You have a week. But in that time, I do not want to see a single cat fight between you and Barbara! Your purpose is to show me that you can be the thoughtful, responsible queen I need to rule this kingdom when I step down. Show me you are Luna material, Emily, or I will let your sorry ass be betrothed to the man who is sulking around the walls of the castle gate, here to collect your pathetic bitch-self. If you can’t, I promise you, I will never, ever see you again. The next time you show up at my castle, you’ll find yourself with the very best view of the fields around the castle!”

I stare at him, confused, trying to figure out what the hell he’s talking about. “View?” I echo.

He nods. “Yes. A lovely view. Because I will have my guards at the gate unceremoniously remove your fucking head from your fucking shoulders and have it placed on the end of a lance and propped up on the top of the castle walls for all of the fucking world to see!”

He speaks with such force that tiny flecks of saliva shoot out of his mouth and land on my face.

I don’t wipe them away. It might look like I am being disrespectful again, and while I’ve never feared my cousin before, this time, I believe him.

I’d like to keep my beautiful head right where it belongs–not on the end of a lance.

“Thank you, King Gene,” I say out of necessity, dropping my head as I show him respect.

His only response is, “One week.”