Pregnant With Four Alphas' Babies: A Reverse Harem Romance Chapter 114: Queen Emily

*Emily*

As I stand in front of the full-length mirror, I can’t help but smile at the reflection of perfection beaming back at me. Shaking my hair, I watch as the curls fall around my shoulders like soft velvet ripples.

Although I had no doubts about the success of my mission to get my idiot coward cousin out of the castle, I know I still have a lot of cards in my deck to play. He is probably hiding out in his plush emergency bunker somewhere far away, sitting on his swamp ass with a silly foil wrapped around his head out of concern that Alpha Kane is monitoring him or listening to what he’s thinking. How much of a fool could a so-called king possibly be?

I look around the empty room and feel my heart drop just a notch. I wish there was someone around I could boast to about how clever I’ve been. I wish my posse was here so that they could marvel at how awesome and great I am.

I sigh. I don’t need their validation, though. Soon they will be curtsying to me when I am their queen. I will wave them away as they all scramble to kiss my feet as their illustrious ruler. My king will be by my side beaming at Emily, his beautiful and clever wife.

Speaking of king, Alpha Tristan was really making my whole plan a bit difficult. Getting him to bend to my will seemed easier in my head than in real life. The curly-haired gorgeous giant isn’t budging. He is cleverer than I anticipated. Maybe I should have suggested that King Gene put Alpha Mark as temporary king instead. I mean, he had been foolish enough to spank me that one time.

Alpha Tristan has even refused to assign another chambermaid to me. Who does he expect to brush my precious tresses? Or lay out my clothes for me? Who is going to tear up the perfect-sized piece of toilet paper for me to use when I go to the bathroom? Argh, the man is so handsome, but he is really going to be a hemorrhoid in my backside when it comes to my mission.

I need to find a servant around the palace to do my bidding, not just running my usual errands of cleaning my eyebrow spoolie brush, or telling me I’m pretty, but to go check where Barbara is. I need to get rid of my competition now before my cousin returns.

I would have gone after the dirty Breeder that has started looking like a barrel with her bulging belly, but I can never gain access to her. She has people watching over her every minute of the day. I have even heard she has people accompany her to the toilet now. Is it all because of little me that they have her so heavily guarded? I am really a force to be reckoned with then.

And they say Emily can’t be queen….

Besides, attacking the Breeder now would put me on the wrong side of the battle line with the Alphas. I need them to continue thinking I am a good girl now.

“Be a good girl, Emily. Make them like you, Emily. Show them you are queen material, Emily. Yada-yada.” Even with my idiot cousin so far away, I can still hear his irritating voice in my head.

I can’t go ask Beta Adam for help. His wife has him under lock and key. She’s so overprotective of her husband. Who would be interested in stealing such a boring man? Even if he was free, I wouldn’t want him. He is cute, but definitely not a wretched Emily type. I think Shelby is just so insecure it’s pathetic. Maybe if she was giving him some good head, she wouldn’t have to be so worried about him straying or something.

I will have to go after Barbara. If I kill her, no one will miss her. I will have done everyone a huge favor. Heck, they might even hail me a heroine. All hail Queen Emily, the hero…. Now, that has a nice ring to it.

I walk over to the door leading into the hallway. As I poke my head out into the hall, I smile when I see a maid carrying a mop and bucket walk toward me.

“Hey, you. Come here,” I say. She looks at me, and I think I see her scowl before she bows her head and comes over.

“You called, Lady Emily?” the maid asks with her head still bowed.

“I need to send you on an errand,” I say.

She doesn’t raise her head as she says, “King Tristan says we aren’t to take direct instructions from you, my lady. Anything you need is to go through him first.”

I suck my teeth as I feel the rage bubble in my chest. King Tristan this, King Tristan that… hogwash!

“I will pay you,” I add.

“With all due respect, my lady, I can’t disobey the king’s orders,” the maid says.

“Do you know who I am?” I ask as I inch closer to the servant.

“Yes, everyone knows who you are,” she responds. I get a feeling she isn’t even intimidated by me in the least.

“If you value your job, you will do as I ask. I am the future queen and can have your head for this insolence!”

She bows ever so slightly and begins to walk away from me without responding.

“Hey, come back here!” I yell, but she doesn’t give me another glance.

“I won’t be another Tara,” I hear her mutter as she walks away.

Dang! It looks like I have to do all this by myself. I walk down the hallway in the direction of Luna Barbara’s room. As I near the door, I glimpse two guards. Great! It seems Alpha Tristan has everything and everyone on lockdown. Why had I assumed the giant was as brainless as his blow-up sex dolls?

I stop, unbutton the top of my blouse, and purposefully stride up to the guards. As I near them, I can see them turn to look at me. I straighten my neck and push my chest forward, hoping my cleavage will do much of the convincing rather than my words. I fan my face with my palm and run my hand from my neck down to the exposed flesh of my upper breast. Their eyes follow my every movement, and I can’t help but bask in the attention.

The first guard I stand in front of is shorter than me. He looks plain, pinched, and uncomely. He looks at me nervously, and I am amused to see his eyes wander down my blouse and to my chest in quick succession. Well, who can resist such perfection? I put my palms under my breasts and lift them just a little as if I am adjusting them. The action makes the guard visibly swallow nervously.

Oh, sexy, gorgeous Emily never disappoints.

“Open the door. I need to see Luna Barbara,” I demand.

“My lady we–” he pauses as he tries to collect himself. Once composed he starts again, “I’m sorry, my lady. We are under King Tristan’s instruction not to let anyone in.”

“Oh? Even little me?” I ask as I pull the front of my skirt up, exposing a large amount of milky white thigh flesh.

Again, the guard follows my movements and visibly gulps. “I… I’m sorry. No one can enter. Luna Barbara is a prisoner; no one enters and no one exits.”

I let go of my dress. I am tempted to move closer to him and nestle his head inside my bosom to try to seduce him into opening the door, but I am not about to touch that dirty guard.

I turn around and frog march back to my bedroom. I need to think of another way to gain entrance into Barbara’s living quarters. The window of the room that Alpha Tristan is holding Luna Barbara prisoner in is so tiny that I could never climb through it. The only way into the room is through that heavily guarded door.

Luna Barbara has to cross the world of the living border to meet her maker today, and I am going to give her the passport to do that one way or another.

When I see the sun setting, I tip-toe down the hallway again. I see new guards stationed at the door. It doesn’t take me long to shift into my wolf form and charge at the unsuspecting guards.

I pounce on the first one with my front paws. The force pushes him into the wall behind him and unfortunately, he is impaled into one of King Gene’s art deco wall spikes. Oh, well.

Who puts spikes on their walls anyway?

The second one unsheathes a knife as he turns toward me, so I spring forward and grab his neck between my teeth. The metallic taste of blood flows onto my tongue.

Who would have guessed that a mere dirty guard’s blood could taste this… sweet?