Pregnant With Four Alphas' Babies: A Reverse Harem Romance Chapter 146: Did the Breeder Die?

*Barbara*

She’s asleep. The dirty Breeder is sleeping, snoring a bit, her bulging belly huge. Now is the perfect time for me to smack her over the head with a vase or something and drag her out of the castle through the tunnels.

Kane will be able to do whatever he wants with her. It’s the perfect scenario for me to get what I want and for this Breeder to fucking go away.

There’s only one problem I think of as I tiptoe into her room–I don’t see a vase.

I look around the room for something heavy, and I do see some kind of a marble candlestick holder or something, but I’m afraid if I hit her in the head with that, I might kill her. I don’t think that’s our goal, not yet. I need to make sure Kane has her for whatever he wants to do with her. After all, if his plan is to ransom her and or those pups, then killing her will kill all of them.

Although, I did hear once of a woman giving birth after she was dead….

But I don’t know if the pup was alive or not.

Better not chance it.

Before I proceed into the room, I try Kane one more time. He needs to know what I’m about to do so that he can meet me outside of the castle when I drag her out. Or at the very least, he can send some of his people to help.

I can’t even imagine what it’s going to be like to get her down the tunnel, out of the door, across the castle grounds…. I don’t even know what time of day it is. I hope it’s nighttime so that I’ll have cover of darkness, but since I’ve been in the dungeon and then the tunnels, I haven’t even taken a moment to notice.

I am not prepared for this, but I have no choice but to make it work.

With a sigh, I continue to scan the room as the Breeder mutters something, “Eli…” I think is what she’s saying, and it makes bile rise in the back of my throat.

She’s having a wet dream about one of the Alphas. Why is it fair that she gets to have four powerful, handsome, sexy men in love with her and my stupid ass boyfriend or whatever the hell he is can’t even manage to storm the castle to save me from prison?

It’s not fair, and it makes me hate her even more.

I shove my hands into the pockets of the guard’s uniform, and I realize I have some tools here. Not only do I feel a small ring with keys on it I imagine are to some of the cells in the dungeon, I feel something else. Something long, thin, and made of plastic.

A syringe!

My eyes practically bulge from my head as I realize how lucky I am after all. Here I was thinking that the Moon Goddess must hate me and then she goes and puts something like this right into my hand!

She must love me and approve of all of this after all!

It makes sense that the guard in the lower dungeon would have some sort of a sedative to give to the wild prisoners that they may have to lock up down there. I can even see them giving one to Queen Marcella and King Edward just to make them shut the fuck up.

The only problem is, I have no idea how long it will take for this to kick in, and I don't know who is on the other side of the bedroom door. I can hear someone breathing over there, so I know that the Breeder is being guarded, but whether it’s a hefty man I might have trouble taking down or a minuscule woman I can shred like I did that bitch Emily is still a mystery.

They are pretty stupid for not doing something about this tunnel that they knew was in this wall.

I decide I can’t just stand around and weigh my options forever. The Breeder will probably wake up soon. She continues to mumble something about Eli and a unicorn, and I know she can’t be asleep forever. No, if I’m going to do this, I need to get on it.

Thankfully, because of my shifter strength, I know I can lift her. It’ll just be awkward, and if she was awake, it would be a struggle. I don’t want to hurt myself or let her hurt me, swinging around those babies like a fucking cannonball.

I take a minute to formulate a plan and then sneak over. I have the syringe in one hand, the lid removed, ready to shove it into her arm, and with the other, I pick up a throw pillow off of a chair.

This should do the trick.

Slowly, I approach the side of the bed where she is lying. A floorboard creaks beneath my feet, and I see her eyelashes flutter. I pause, and her breath evens out, and I think she’s asleep again.

I continue on my path, glad her arm is above the blanket. It’s the perfect place for me to plunge the needle into her creamy, white flesh.

At the same time as I stab the needle into her arm and push down on the plunger, I thrust the pillow over her face. She wakes up with a start, pushing against me as she screams. It’s muffled by the pillow, but she’s still struggling, so I push the pillow against her face even harder, hoping that whoever is watching over her outside of her door continues to be completely clueless.

The Breeder is strong, and she’s clearly fighting for her life and the life of her pups. Her arm comes up and her fist hits me right in the nose. I continue to hold on as pain radiates throughout my face and blood trickles down my nose.

It doesn’t take too long for her struggle to decrease, and then, she slowly goes limp, her arm hanging off of the bed, the muscle relaxing.

I keep the pillow over her face a bit longer, wanting to make sure the sedative has really taken effect and she’s not just fooling me.

When she’s perfectly still, I drop the pillow and take a look at her.

And then my heart starts to beat out of my chest….

She’s not moving.

Her lips are a shade of blue I haven’t seen on a living person… ever.

And I don’t know that I can hear her heartbeat.

“Oh, fuck!” I shout/whisper. “I think I killed her!”