Pregnant With Four Alphas' Babies: A Reverse Harem Romance Chapter 157: Sexy Runaway

*Emily*

Goddess, this Alpha is so sexy. My body reacts to his touch as if an electric current is shooting through my nerves. My eyes are closed, but I picture his firm, defined muscles against my skin as I run my fingers down toward the sensitive area between my legs.

Alpha Tristan is pure magic.

“Ahh!” calls a voice, and it’s clearly not Alpha Tristan. “Yes! Yes!”

A sharp slap whips across my face, forcing my eyes open.

Shit.

On top of me, with his crooked teeth exposed in a full smile and a gust of hot, stinking breath invading my breathing space, is Stephen.

What a fucking disappointment.

He slaps me again, hard, and laughs. It seems to be his new thing lately since those Alphas dragged me back to him, and I’ve been walking around with a big, ugly purple bruise on my cheek for days now.

He thrusts in and out of me, but there’s barely a perceptible difference with his shriveled-up, useless cock. I’ve only been surviving this torture that he calls sex by closing my eyes every time and imagining one of the young, sexy Alphas—mean as they were to me—ravaging my body.

I switch off each time, imagining a different one of the four Alphas, so that I can get the same experience as that filthy Breeder they seem to fucking love so much. She’s probably as big as an elephant by now with all those babies in her. I don’t understand the attraction.

I close my eyes again, and I’m almost back into my imaginary world of sexual glee when that asshole Stephen starts talking again.

“Oh, you like your Daddy Alpha Stephen, don’t you, you little fucking slutty whore?” he says.

I fight off a sigh. He’s also taken to calling me names because it’s the only way his useless, shriveled-up cock can stand at attention. Even then, it barely has the functionality of an overripe banana. I go along with it; anything to shut him up so I can get on with my fantasy about a real Alpha.

“Yes, I love it,” I say with not much enthusiasm.

Stephen doesn’t seem to care about my tone. “Yes, you do… you… do!” With that, he’s finally finished, and he instantly rolls off the bed and heads to the bathroom. I’m not sure what he does in there, but he always seems to be in a hurry to get there right afterward.

Thrilled to have the smell of his breath off me, I finish up what I’d started without him, imagining Alpha Tristan just pounding into me. I’ve finished off and am basking in the afterglow when Stephen emerges from whatever he was doing.

“You sure have enjoyed it more lately,” he says with a disgustingly snarky smile. “I guess you like it rough.”

I smile and nod. I do like it rough… but that’s not something his limp dick can deliver. The real Alphas… I bet they could make me moan all night and into Tuesday.

Thankfully, the smile is enough, and he leaves the room. He’s not much for sticking around for talking or cuddling, thank the Goddess. I’m also thankful that he doesn’t sleep here. He just goes off to his own room, babbling something about my snoring. I don’t think I snore, but if I do, I’m happy for it since it gets him the fuck away from me.

I get up and do my thing in the bathroom, scrubbing the old man’s touch off me and taking care of myself one more time in the shower… this time thinking of that gorgeous Reece. Even though they don’t want me as their Luna, I’m still getting some use out of them.

Showered and dressed in a gown with a wide skirt, I go about my business, which is getting the fuck out of here. The guards watch me constantly, knowing I’m dying to leave. They block every exit and follow me whenever I’m roaming the castle halls. Honestly, I don’t know why the bastard wants me here. I’m sure he could pay someone else to deal with his daily ten-minute attempts at sex.

But I have a plan. Every day, I take my evening walk and try to lose the guards by running around a corner here and there. So far it hasn’t worked.

I walk over to the door and, of course, the guard is right outside. But I can’t believe my luck—it’s the one I’ve been working on seducing, and I know I can break this one with my irresistible Emily charms! I open the door and greet the guard with a huge smile. He’s actually not bad looking, especially compared to that old fart I’m married to.

He doesn’t smile back; instead, he stares at my face, and I know he’s looking at that fucking ugly bruise. It’s going to take a while for that to go away. Luckily, I’m pretty sure he’s more interested in what sexy Emily has downstairs. My body is irresistible, after all.

“I’m just getting a snack,” I say sweetly. “I’ll be right back. You really don’t have to follow me.”

He grunts in response and follows me anyway. What an idiot.

I start to head toward the castle’s dining hall. I actually could use a snack, and surprisingly, Stephen has a pretty good chef. But that’s not my only task. There’s a door right next to the dining hall that leads to the kitchen, and I know from walking around here a long time ago—before I was heavily guarded—that it leads right outside of the castle. They get deliveries there, so it’s only guarded when a truck comes.

I’ve been working on my plan for quite a few days now, packing up a bag one item at a time so I can take off and have provisions for a few days. I have it strapped to my leg under the wide skirt of my dress, hoping each night that I’ll get the chance to break free.

I’m near the cafeteria now, and once again I try to lose the guard. “Hey handsome,” I say, running my fingers over his shirt collar. I can feel him quiver. He definitely wants a piece of sexy Emily. “How about I go get us something to eat? We can snuggle up together, and I’ll hand-feed you. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

I could tell he was stiffening down below.

“I’ve seen how you’ve been looking at me,” I continue. “You’d love to have a piece of this beautiful, tight ass, wouldn’t you? You know I’d do it just the way you like it.”

Now I have him–hook, line, and sinker.

He smiles. “All right, baby,” he says in a whisper. “But let’s get the food together.”

That’s not what I wanted to hear, but I quickly counter with, “Oh, a big, handsome, sexy man like you should be waited on hand and foot! Let Emily go take care of you and bring you some sexy oysters. You know, they’re a huge turn-on for me. You’ll love how they make me incredibly horny.”

With that, I can tell he has stopped thinking with the head on his shoulders and is focused somewhere quite lower. He smiles and pulls me around the corner, brushing himself up against me. I feel the travel pack come loose a little under my dress. “You’re gonna like the way I do you, baby,” he says.

He has the same bad breath as Stephen, but I force myself to smile anyway. “Oh, yes,” I say. “I can feel that you’re a big man. Emily loves a big, strong man inside her.”

His eyes practically roll back into his head, and he uses that moment to grab me and shove his tongue inside my mouth. The taste is horrifying, but I steel myself and take it in anyway. I’m almost there—freedom is just a few doors away.

We break the kiss, and he’s so lost in his horny self that the rest is easy. “Now,” I say, “let me go get our snack, and you meet me back in my room. Take off all your clothes, and be ready for me. From the looks of you,” I add while rubbing my hand against his pants, “I’m gonna have a hard time taking in all of you.”

His smile widens even more, if that’s possible, and he says, “All right, baby. You’re about to get the ride of your life.”

He starts to run his palm over my thigh, and I stop him with my hand—he’s dangerously close to my travel bag, which is by now just barely attached to my leg.

“Let’s take this into the bedroom,” I say, still smiling and forcing a look of lust into my eyes.

He walks away, squeezing my sexy breast as he brushes by, and I just smile wider. At least he’s leaving. I keep smiling at him and waving as he heads down the hall, turning around and grinning like the sick bastard he is. When he finally clears the hallway, I head into the cafeteria and nonchalantly stroll through the kitchen to the door for deliveries that leads outside.

From there, I have a plan to head for the tunnel that leads under the wall that the idiot Stephen spilled his guts to me about the other day when he was about to use his limp cock on me.

The taste of the guard’s tongue is starting to leave, and now all I can taste is… freedom.