Pregnant With Four Alphas' Babies: A Reverse Harem Romance Chapter 120: Where Did She Go?

*Rose*

“Wh-who are you?” I stammer as I continue to lock eyes with the stranger standing at the foot of my bed.

Now that I’m fully awake, she doesn’t look quite as menacing. My eyes have adjusted to the light, and I can see that she is a tiny older woman, and while she’s creepy, I think I can take her, even in my very pregnant state.

She doesn’t answer my question, only continues to look at me in a menacing way. Her beady eyes narrow even more, and I think she looks a bit like King Gene.

I never imagined anyone could be shorter than him, but this woman is even more tiny than he is.

“Are you her?”

Her voice creaks and cracks as she speaks, assaulting my ears. I have no idea what she’s talking about, and I wonder if I should call for help. Who is supposed to be guarding me and isn’t here? Who let her in here, anyway?

I am still convinced that I can beat her up even without Kelly’s nun chucks, so I don’t try to alert anyone that I’ve been infiltrated just yet. I just ask her the natural question that anyone would ask in this situation.

“Am I who?”

“Her!” she barks at me, a bony finger jabbing out as she walks around the side of the bed.

I want to lean back further into the pillows, but I am already crammed against the headboard.

Shaking my head, I say, “I’m sorry, but I don’t know what you’re talking about, ma’am. Perhaps you are in the wrong room or need help. I can call for some–”

Before I can finish my sentence, that bony finger juts out into my face. “You are her, aren’t you?! You’re that miserable little bitch who took my GeGe away from me! He loves you more than he loves me, right now, and that makes me very, very angry!” She makes a fist with her hand and slams it down into her leg and then winces at the pain, and I wonder if she’d snapped her old bone in half.

“Listen, ma’am,” I say, my eyes flickering between her tiny body and the door for a moment until I realize I have to turn my head away from her to look at the place where help is located. “If you’re speaking about King Gene, I can assure you, he doesn’t love me at all.”

Using the mind-link, I reach out to the Alphas. We’re not in the same pack, but since they’re Alphas, I should be able to reach them this way, and we are close enough in proximity and in our relationships that they should hear my distress cry. “Hey, guys? Who’s guarding me? I have… a problem.”

“No!” the old woman screams at me. “He does love you! And I won’t tolerate it! I won’t stand it! I will not stay in my room and behave any longer!” Turns out all of her fingers are bony as she reaches out and grabs my cheeks, squeezing them and giving me a good shake.

Her nails dig into my skin, and I wince at the pain, thinking she’s likely broken the skin, and I’ll have lacerations on my face. I reach up and grab her arms to try to pull her away, but she’s stronger than she looks, and I’m afraid if I pull too hard, one of her twig arms might snap off.

“I am,” I hear Eli say in my head. “I’m right outside the door. You were asleep so….”

“Can you come here?” I ask him, glad that I can speak with my mind in a clear voice. I bet if I tried to move my mouth right now, I’d sound like a clown.

I somehow manage to free her grip from my face and give her a little shove without knocking her down. She growls at me, and I brace myself for another impact when I hear the door open.

Turning to look at Eli, I see a confused expression on his face as he looks at me, his head tipped to the side.

“Thank the Moon Goddess!” I say. “Help me get her calmed down, please.”

His forehead crinkles even more as he quietly closes the door behind him and walks over to the opposite side of the bed from where Miss Angry Britches is standing. “What?” Eli asks, looking around the room. “Rose, baby, what are you talking about?”

“Her!” I exclaim, pointing at where the woman is standing. “She’s accusing me of taking GeGe away from her and trying to dismantle my face!”

He doesn’t look any less confused as he follows my finger. “Rose… the woman in that picture on the wall isn’t going to take your face off, and she’s not talking to you. What’s going on?”

“Not her!” I say remembering the portrait on that wall of a grand looking woman holding a book. “This weirdoooo!”

I turn my head and realize….

She’s gone!

“Wh-wha–whe–where did she go?” I finally get out as I twist around on the bed, looking for her.

“Rose, there’s no one here,” he says, concern in his voice.

“Yes, there is!” Even though I don’t see her now, I know she was here. She didn’t go out the door. She has to be right here.

Eli casually walks over to the door and flips on a light switch. I can clearly see the entire room now, even though my eyes sting a little from the assault, and he’s right.

There’s no one here.

“I don’t understand,” I admit. “She was right here!” I lift my hands to my cheeks. I can still feel the burn from her grabbing them, but when I pull my palms away, they’re not bloodied.

Eli sits down next to me, a hand on my shoulder, and before he even speaks, I know what he’s going to say. “You must’ve been dreaming, Rose. I was right outside the door the whole time, talking to Adam, since I switched shifts with Tristan about an hour ago, and he was in here with you and said you were so sound asleep, you probably didn’t even know he was here. Before that, Shelby and Kelly were in here, and that’s when you fell asleep. Whatever you saw, it couldn’t have been a real person.”

“Do you think she was a ghost?” I ask him, a shiver climbing up my spine.

“No!” he says quickly and with great conviction. “I don’t believe in ghosts. It must’ve been part of your dream leftover when you opened your eyes.”

“But I didn’t just see her, I felt her when she touched me. And I definitely heard her old, creepy voice.”

He snickers, probably because I admit she was creepy, and now he thinks I really was having a bad dream. “Well, whoever she was, she’s gone now.”

“I can see that,” I say, though I wish I wasn’t carrying four people around because I wanna check under the bed, in the closets, and in the bathroom.

The more Eli runs his hand along my arm, the more amorous I can tell he’s feeling. Normally, I would respond to his touch by reaching over and touching him right back, but the idea that the old woman is in her somewhere watching me, or that she is an apparition and is watching me from another world, makes me think twice.

When Eli leans down to kiss my lips, I pull back. “I’m super hungry,” I tell him.

A look of disappointment takes over his handsome face. “Okay,” he says. “But I think you should lay off on the pickles and peanut butter. Maybe it’s giving you bad dreams.”

I glare at him, but the only words I can think to say to him are, “Those are fighting words.”

He chuckles and gets up. He’ll have to go get my food himself because we aren’t letting just anyone prepare it after the chef incident.

That means I’m about to be left alone again. I’ve spent countless hours alone in this room, but as my eyes flicker to the woman in the picture, I have to wonder… does she know something I don’t?