Pregnant With Four Alphas' Babies: A Reverse Harem Romance Chapter 131: In the Presence of True Mates

*Gene*

I’m glad to be done talking to Skullmark, that idiot who’s currently doing my bidding to get rid of Alpha Eli. Of course, he doesn’t realize that as soon as he’s done with his assignment, I’ll be getting rid of him next.

I’m positively surrounded by morons.

I move a bit to stretch out my leg and hit my head on the bottom of my desk. “Ouch,” I say out loud, then I quickly clasp my hand to my mouth to shut myself up. No one must know where I am!

I’m not sure how long I can manage to hide down here. It’s dark, and it’s a tight fit, and I might need to use the restroom soon. And I’m starting to get hungry.

Just as I get up the nerve to push my desk chair back and climb out from underneath my desk, I hear some noises on the west side of the room.

‘Good Goddess!’ I think. ‘That’s the side with the passage entrance! If she’s on the loose, that’s where she’ll be headed next!’

It’s too late to block her off since I’m already hearing her rustling like a little rat on the other side of the wall. All she needs to do is push on the door and poof! She’ll be in my office. Goddess damn it, I should have thought of that before and had that damn thing sealed off!

Instead of coming out from under my desk, I retreat into it further, grabbing hold of my desk chair and pulling it in toward me as tight as I can. I hold my breath as I hear the secret panel door open.

She won’t find me here!

“GeGe!” the old bat hollers.

The sound of her squeaky voice makes me wince, and my hands start shaking like a pup coming out of the creek after a swim. My mind is instantly transported back to my puphood, remembering Mommy as she carefully pulled the covers up around me and tucked me into bed. I felt so safe there. She’d tuck them under my feet and around my shoulders until I was snug and comfortable, happy and warm.

“GeGe? Is that you hiding under your father’s desk?” she asks. “I see you, my little Goofy GeGe! Come see your mommy!”

With the sound of her voice, I’m suddenly jolted back to reality, and my heart sinks deep into my stomach. Her footsteps draw closer, then suddenly a rush of air comes in as she pulls back my office chair with a screech of the hardwood floor.

“There you are, my little GeGe,” she says, leaning her wrinkled, caved-in face close to mine.

I shove her back. “Back up, woman!” I holler as I kick my way out of my safe place and duck to avoid her arms, which are outstretched for an embrace. “I’m not your little GeGe anymore, Mommy… er, Mother. I am the King!” I nod, certain that it will further assert my power.

“King?” she asks. “You’re not old enough to be the king yet, dear. You have to wait until you grow up, and then your father will pass down the crown.”

“I am grown up!” I say assertively. I straighten up my posture to match my strong and powerful words, although I notice that my feet are still backing away from the woman.

“Sure, you are, my dear,” she says, coming closer.

“Stay back, woman!” I holler. “You are… you are an impostor! Yes, that’s it!” I add, although I don’t mean to say that last part out loud.

“Impostor?” she asks. “Don’t you recognize your Mommy?”

I rack my brain trying to remember the name of that Goddess damn guard who’s watching over my special prisoner. He’s the only one I trust! Although I’ll have to kill him at some point, naturally. But for now, I need him to take this woman away to the dungeon. I’d been so sure that a simple lock on the tower door would do the trick, but I guess I forgot to seal it up last time I took the old bag some food.

Seymour! That’s his name. ‘Seymour!’ I holler in my head.

‘Yes, sire!’ the man answers instantly. Finally, someone knows their sense of duty. It’ll be a shame when I have to kill him later. Well, first thing’s first. I need to dispose of the queen.

‘Seymour, get up here now… to my office,’ I tell him in the mind-link. ‘I have a problem for you to get rid of.’

‘Yes, Sire! Right away!’ he answers. Damn, what a waste of a fine, loyal guard.

Within moments, he has arrived, and I’m impressed with his speed. All the while I’ve been dodging the woman while backing up and running around to the other side of the desk. She keeps catching up with me somehow—she’s spry for an old bat—but then I get ahead of her again. But I can’t keep this up forever.

“This woman is an impostor!” I announce. “You will transport her to the dungeon immediately, where she’s to be held under lock and key in the same way that I dealt with that other… ‘problem.’”

“Right away, Sire!” he answers, and he takes the old troublemaker roughly by the arms and leads her away.

I cover my ears as she wails down the hall, “GeGe! Gene! Don’t be like this to Mommy now, Gene!”

But soon the sound fades as he takes her further down into the depths of the dungeon, where I’ll never have to hear that Goddess-awful screeching voice again.

My stomach feels better already.

* * *

*Barbara*

I’ve found the perfect way to get comfortable down here. It’s a filthy way to rest, but without a proper mattress or any of the comforts of home—or even a single fucking piece of furniture—it’s the only way to keep my back from aching while being on this dirty floor.

I’m lying flat on the ground, my feet straight ahead and parted a little and my arms out to the sides. I don’t know if it’s from someone who was here before or not, but somehow there are some little indentations on the floor that, if I lay in this position just so, fit perfectly into my delicate curves so that I can pretend that I’m lying in my nice, soft bed.

Well, sort of.

But now I’m hearing something, which is odd for this part of the dungeon since it must be very deep underground. Normally, I hear only the incessant babbling of the old coot in the next cell who insists he’s really the king—fat chance—or the footsteps of the guard who occasionally drops by some water and slop to eat but never says a word.

This time, it sounds like more than one person coming from the dark doorway at the end of the hall.

I hate to get up when I’ve just worked my way perfectly into the indents in the dirt floor, but from the sound of it, this is practically a party for these parts, so I really want to see what’s going on.

The problem is getting out of this position, which is more of a challenge than you’d think. It takes a combination of rolling and twisting to get up out of the hole and make my legs hold my weight up.

Fuck, I miss my wolf. Kane had better hurry his ass up and rescue me.

I manage to stand up straight at about the same time that the noise is approaching closer to my cell. It’s the guard, and he’s carrying something on his back, slung over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. As he gets closer, my eyes adjust a little, and I see that it’s a person.

It’s a woman, even, old and ugly, small and frail, and she’s pounding her fists on the guard’s back and babbling something about… GeGe? Whatever the fuck that is.

Still, the guard says nothing. It doesn’t seem to take any effort at all for him to haul the woman around like that. She has to weigh practically nothing; I think her torn-up clothes account for half her weight at least.

As the two get closer, I hear the crazy old coot stir in the cell next to me. He’s probably pretty bored too and wants to see some action for himself. It takes him a lot longer to get to the front of his cell than it took me to get to mine, and when he’s finally there, I see him straining to keep his eyes open to see.

All the while, the old woman is babbling nonsense.

“Marcy?” the old coot says in a raspy voice. “Is—is that you, my love?”

“Eddie?” says the woman, and when their eyes meet, there’s a spark in the air that’s as powerful as wolves feel when they’re in the presence of two… mates.

Marcy… Eddie… it can’t be a coincidence. I take a deep breath and engage the mind-link in my head. ‘Kane!’ I holler. ‘Kane, if you can hear me, answer now! There’s something you need to know!’