Pregnant With Four Alphas' Babies: A Reverse Harem Romance Chapter 162: His Evil Plan

*Rose*

“The Breeder is awake,” I hear one of them say, and then they’re coming toward me. I still don’t want to open my eyes. I don’t want them to know that I’ve heard anything. A plan comes to my mind as someone literally pokes me in the face.

“Wh–where am I?” I say, blinking and looking around. My head is killing me, so it’s not too hard to be disoriented. “Wh–what’s going on?”

“Oh, so you’re awake, huh, fat Breeder?” a man with several broken teeth says. He’s only a bit taller than King Gene, and he smells like he bathes in the toilet.

“Stop calling her fat!” The woman looks much more presentable. She’s got dark hair tied back in a ponytail and is about my height. She’s a bit bigger than I am when I’m not pregnant, but not large at all. Still, the way she says that makes me think she may have been teased at some point for not being a toothpick.

“Well, Breeder bitch,” a tall, older man says, “it’s time for you to sing.”

“Sing?” I repeat. “Why do you keep calling me that? Breeder? I don’t know what’s going on.” I hope they believe me. I’ve never really tried my hand at acting before, outside of role playing with Tristan in the bedroom, and that’s a lot different than what I’m trying to pull off now.

“What do you mean why are we calling you Breeder?” the short guy asks, poking me in the belly. I want to bite his finger off for daring to touch me and my babies, but that doesn’t go along with the narrative I’m trying to sell.

“Breeder?” I echo. “What’s a Breeder? Who are you people? Why are you here? Who am I?”

“Who are you?” the woman asks. “Are you shitting me? You don’t know who you are?”

“No,” I say, shaking my head. “I don’t remember… anything. That’s so weird. What… what happened to me?” I look around, trying to pretend like I have no memories of everything.

The three of them back away, and I hear them whispering about the situation, and while they are busy, I check out where they’re keeping me.

I’m definitely in a castle, not in a tent on the battlefield. I vaguely remember seeing that when I’d opened my eyes before they’d loaded me up with more drugs to knock me unconscious again. I think this has to be Kane’s castle, so I’m quite a long distance from King Gene’s castle. But this place shouldn’t be as big as the other castle. I wonder if it might be possible for me to escape.

And then, one of my babies kicks me hard in the side, and I recall the fact that I am very pregnant with four babies, and I am not going anywhere fast enough to outrun a drunk slug on a unicycle.

“We need to tell the Alpha!” the older guy says. “He needs to know that we broke her!”

“Why will he even care?” the shorter man asks. “He just wants to make the other Alphas come here to try to get her back so he can kill them.”

“Shut the fuck up!” the woman shouts. “She’s awake now. She can hear you!”

“Who cares? She can’t remember anything. We could give her all of our plans, and she wouldn’t remember them,” the short man replies.

She rolls her eyes. “She’s got amnesia. She can remember things she hears from now on, you moron!”

“What?” he asks, rubbing his chin. He’s clearly confused.

She swears under her breath again. “You’re an idiot.” Then, turning to the older man, she says, “We need to get the Alpha.”

“Fine,” he says. “I’ll go get him. But you keep an eye on her. I don’t know if I trust her.”

I am not even looking at them directly. Instead, I’m using the corner of my eye, but they are staring at me, and I don’t like it. I don’t feel safe here; I don’t think my babies are safe.

Every time I try to reach the Alphas, I feel like there’s something preventing my messages from going through. I don’t know much about how mind-links work, but I don’t think this is a matter of them being out of range. I think there’s literally something preventing my messages from going through. It’s scary, and I don’t like it.

The older man leaves, and the other two stand there with their arms folded staring at me. “Do–do you guys know my name?”

“Nice try!” shorty shouts. “You think you can fool us into giving you valuable information, don’t you?”

“Huh?” I ask. “How does you telling me my name give me valuable information that will help me to… do what? Am I a prisoner here or something? I honestly have no idea what’s going on. This Alpha Kane you’re speaking of… is he my mom or something?” I make a strange face. “Mom? Is that the right word?”

“You really are nuts, aren’t you?” shorty asks, and the woman punches him in the arm, hard. He winces and almost falls over.

“Alpha Kane is your enemy. Your name is Rose. You’re a Breeder. You’re carrying four pups from four different Alphas that are in love with you, apparently. Kane wants to be the next Alpha King instead of one of them, so he wants to get them here to kill them. What his plans are after that, I don’t know.”

I stare at her with my mouth hanging open. I’m not even sure where to start or what to say, so I stammer for a few seconds before I ask, “Did you say… he’s not my mom?”

She rolls her eyes and drops her head into her hand. “No, he’s not your mom. I think you should… get some more rest. I don’t have any fucking idea who your mom is.”

I kind of wish I didn’t know who my mom was most of the time….

Before she can say anything else, the door opens, and the old man is back, along with a tall handsome man who commands the room, and I know immediately this has to be Kane.

He is good looking, but he’s older than any of my Alphas, and he’s not nearly as handsome as them. I can tell he thinks he is, though.

He walks to my bed and stands there with his hands on his hips like he’s some kind of a fucking superhero. “What’s this I hear about you not knowing your name?” he asks me.

“Hi, Mom,” I say. “You look pretty today.”

He rolls his eyes. “She’s lost her marbles. No matter. I can still follow through with my plan.”

“What plan? You mean I have to go to school tomorrow? I don’t want to! I’m too pregnant!” I whine.

“No, that’s not what I mean at all. I mean–my plan to rip those babies from your womb, kill them, wait for you to heal, and then impregnate you myself!” he says with a flourish of his arm like everything he’s just said might actually come from the lips of a sane man.

I stare at him in confusion, not knowing what to say. I no longer have the desire to pretend to be anything but who I am, and my hands instinctively fly to my belly. “Over my dead body,” I tell him.

Alpha Kane laughs. “That would change my plans a bit, but it can be done.”