Pregnant With Four Alphas' Babies: A Reverse Harem Romance Chapter 132: We Don't Know Where He Is

*Rose*

“Adam, I told you–I’m fine!” I shout after the Beta as he does his best to get Kelly back into my room. From the way he’s hollering, one might think I was dying.

“I see blood!” he shouts. “And if you’re bleeding, that’s a problem for me!” He makes a face and looks away, and I have to wonder how in the world he manages to fight in battles and those sorts of things when there has to be a lot more blood in a situation like that than what just happened to me.

I went to pick up my plate of peanut butter and pickles and one of my fingernails rammed into the nightstand, bending it back slightly. A bit of blood came to the surface, but it’s not actually bleeding.

I did say, “Ouch,” and a swear word or two, but honestly, it’s fine now that I’ve shaken my hand a few times.

“What’s going on?” Kelly asks, at the front of the path. She has cobwebs in her hair, and she’s sputtering a little, like she ran right through a web. Mark and Tristan are right behind her. Briefly, I wonder how they were back in the tunnel behind Kelly. Where did they come from?

Before I can even answer, Reece comes flying in through my bedroom door. “What’s going on?” he echoes, the concern on his face as notable as the others.

“Nothing!” I insist. “I just bent my fingernail.”

The three Alphas exchange looks that tell me that their hearts have lurched into their throats, and at my words, they are slowly descending back into their muscular chests.

All of them turn to Adam. “You were shouting like you thought someone was dying or the babies were coming!” Reece says.

“Yeah, we ran out of there, leaving that creepy old woman alone with the door open! She could be anywhere by now if there are other tunnels besides the two that we found.”

I have to ask, “How did you two end up with Kelly anyway? I thought you were in the library or something .”

“We were,” Mark tells me. “But we found an opening in the wall, and we went to investigate and ended up where Kelly was–with the creepy old lady. Reece, aren’t you going after–uh–out?”

I don’t know what they’re talking about, but it seems fishy. I file it away for later as Reece says, “Yes, I was, but then I heard yelling.”

I’ll get to the bottom of where Reece was going later, but for now, I look at all of them, my expression blank for a moment as I wait. When none of them says what I want to hear, I clear my throat.

“Sorry, baby,” Tristan says. He’s been strangely quiet, and I think I see the remnants of tears in his eyes. Perhaps he’s just a big softy after all. “We should have believed you when you said you had a weird old lady in your room.”

“Thank you, Tristan,” I say with a sharp nod before looking at Mark and Reece.

The other two look down at the ground like little boys who have gotten in trouble for stealing cookies out of their mother’s cookie jar. “Sorry,” they both say in sing-song tones.

“I should hope that, in the future, you will not be so quick to dismiss my concerns, based on the fact that I’m carrying around your children in my body cavity!”

“Yes, Rose,” they all three say at the same time, making me feel like a schoolmarm.

“Are you sure that’s all that’s wrong?” Kelly asks. “Just your finger? I mean, Adam is a seasoned warrior. Surely, for him to be that worked up about it, there has to be more than just a few drops of blood, right?”

“One would think,” I say with a shrug. But my finger doesn’t even hurt now, so I just go back to eating my pickle and peanut butter. “Did you find the old ghost?”

“We did,” Kelly says as Adam shrinks back into the wall from her look. He’s not using a secret passage. He’s just trying to sink into the wallpaper. “She’s the queen.”

I almost choke on the pickle slice I have in my mouth. I cough a few times, and all three of the Alphas rush to hand me my water, bumping into one another, tripping, and nearly knocking the nightstand out the window behind it.

Eventually, Tristan reaches it first, and with a proud smile, he hands it over. “Here you go, little flower. You okay?”

I shake my head and take it. With a quick sip, I dislodge the sour fragment. “I’m fine, thank you.” I am still looking at them like they are each a different version of mess–probably because they are.

It does cross my mind, though, that there are only three of them here with me, and I don’t like that. “Has anyone heard from Eli?”

Again, the three Alphas are exchanging glances that apparently only Alphas can decipher because I don’t know what those “hushed” looks are supposed to mean.

“Not recently,” Reece says, stepping toward me. It’s hard to see him behind Tristan’s massive shoulder. “But we’re thinking he’s either just too busy to answer us or his mission took him slightly out of range. I was headed out to look for him.”

At least now I know what that look was about. “Out of range?” I repeat. “That doesn’t make sense. I mean, he was only going to deliver Emily to Stephen’s village, right? Isn’t that what I’d pieced together from the hush-hush discussions I heard from you guys and Reece muttering in his sleep?”

They have to pause to look at one another, and it’s almost enough to make me haul my big fat belly out of this bed and strike them.

“Someone just answer me!” I yell, and all of them look at me wide-eyed. “I’m sorry,” I say, a bit more calmly. “That must’ve been a hormonal spike.”

It’s Kelly who steps forward. She sits down on the end of my bed, away from the broad-chested men. “I’m worried about him, too, Rose. It’s been a bit longer than I like. He usually checks in with me pretty frequently when he’s out on these missions.”

I can tell by the way her lips are drawn into a thin line that she’s nervous.

“He’s probably just busy.” Mark shrugs as he looks from Kelly to me. “I mean, when I’m out there, fighting against other packs, I don’t have a lot of time to send mind-link messages, and if the ones I receive aren’t from people who are fighting alongside me, I tend to put them at a low priority to respond to.”

“You think he’s fighting?” The hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I didn’t think there’d be any actual fighting involved.

“Not fighting.” Reece gives Mark a hard nudge .”Just… working. On the mission.”

“Yeah, yeah, that’s what I meant,” Mark says, trying to backtrack, but I don’t believe him.

“Maybe we should send out a search party,” I suggest.

“We could just try to contact Trevor,” Kelly suggests.

“Who’s that?” I ask her, not sure who she’s talking about.

“He’s Eli’s Beta. Trevor and another girl Eli just brought on not too long ago, uh… Cora, I think? They’re the other two leaders of this mission since he left his third in command in charge of the main body of warriors. I can reach out to Trevor.”

I nod. “Yeah, please do that.”

Tristan sits down next to me and wraps an arm around the back of me, and I melt into him. It’s been too long since I’ve gotten to be with him since he’s been hiding from King Gene.

I watch Kelly’s face, and her expression begins to worry me. “What is it?” I ask her.

She clears her throat. “It was strange. I just asked Trevor where he was, and he asked me where I am, and I told him in your room. And when I repeated my question, asking him where he was, he said….”

A deep voice from the doorway to my room replies, “Right here.”

A man I don’t know pushes the door open, accompanied by a petite, but very muscular, woman with dark hair. Only the two of them are standing there, and I can tell they’ve come straight here from running through the forest because they’re covered in dirt and scratches, and the clothing they are wearing looks to be thrown on, like they just grabbed it on their way into the castle so they wouldn’t be naked.

“Where’s Eli?” I lean up, and it’s only Tristan’s arm that keeps me from standing.

Trevor looks at each of us, a haunted expression in his eyes as he answers me with a response that has my heart both lurching out of my body and crumbling into tiny bits at the same time.

“We don’t know.”