Pregnant With Four Alphas' Babies: A Reverse Harem Romance Chapter 207: Plan B

*Gene*

Ah, the joy of it all. I don’t know what in the world possessed me to think about giving up my royal title, especially after I’d worked so hard to obtain it, but now all is safe. I know that bastard Adam wasn’t doing my bidding as he should have as my supposedly loyal Beta, but this new guy, Alastor… I’m positive that he’ll do whatever I say.

And right now, he’s off slaughtering those worthless Alphas and their spawn… and the Breeder. I have to dispose of that Breeder.

“It’s ready for you, Your Majesty,” says my servant, bowing his head as a good servant should.

I brush past him and push the useless peon out of my way.

Ah, my bath, perfectly drawn for me with just the right temperature of water and a soothing massage. I can smell the hint of lavender and the light suds look positively inviting, and—

“Servant!” I holler. I can’t be bothered with thinking of his name right now. He’s too insignificant for it to matter, anyway.

“Y-Yes, Your Majesty?” he says.

“What is the temperature of this bath?!” I bellow. “It’s positively scalding! Are you trying to damage the royal toes?!”

“Y-Your Majesty,” he says. “I… I apologize. I was mistaken about the speed at which you’d arrive for your bath. Normally, it needs some time to cool—”

“You are to prepare the bath to my standards when I command it!” I say. I can’t believe this incompetent moron. No wonder he doesn’t have a name. “Fix it, immediately!”

“Yes, Your Majesty,” he says.

I stand here in my royal robe for what seems like hours before the idiot gets my bath right.

“I hope it is to your liking now, Your Majesty,” he says.

I grunt and dip my toe in, and it’s close enough. I just want this idiot out of here now so I can relax. “Dismissed!” I say loudly, and he bows and practically runs out of the room.

Good riddance! Now, I can truly relax. I disrobe and sink myself into the pure bliss of my royal bath, the bubbles gently tickling my skin while the massage jets ripple up and down my back.

‘Your Majesty?’

A voice has invaded the privacy of my mind. It’s an ally, not any of those miserable Alphas, so I guess I’ll answer. ‘What is it?’ I ask.

‘Your Majesty, we need to discuss the plans going forward regarding the pups.’

I so wish that her voice was more melodic and not the harsh, grading whine coming through my mind. Ah well, no matter. She’s on my side, and she’s my backup in case other plans fail. I don’t think Alastor will fail, but people have been known to fail me lately, so I can’t be too careful.

‘Fine,’ I say. ‘I’m in my suite.’

She doesn’t answer, but I assume that means she’s on her way. That means I have a few more moments of bliss to myself before getting on with the unpleasant business of planning. Planning is always so hard.

Well, she is a beautiful woman, so this should all be pleasant, yet something about that voice coming out of that beautiful mouth makes me want to vomit.

“Your Majesty?”

Ah, there’s the voice now. So much for an enjoyable bath experience. Well, that’s the burden of being the Alpha King, I suppose. Alpha King—a title I worked for my whole life. Damn the male and female wolves who birthed me! They should have given me my birthright before I had to take it! I stand up to welcome her but can’t reach my royal robe.

“Your Majesty, I—” Barbara bursts through the door and, upon seeing me, she’s turning around with her face covering her hands. “Oh, for fuck’s sake, can you please just hide that thing?”

I don’t know what to think. Surely, it’s an honor to behold the naked body of the great Alpha King! “We are wolves, my dear,” I say, surprisingly calmly. She is a beauty, after all. Not too bad on the eyes herself. “There is no shame in the beauty of our natural state.”

She mumbles something then, still looking away, something about keeping my natural state covered. I think that’s what she says. I can’t really tell.

“I shall not!” I bellow. I’m just so good at bellowing; sometimes I do it just for fun. “The body of your Alpha King is a beauty to behold!”

She finally turns around, though she seems to be confused as to where I’m standing. I see her eyes glaring straight at the wall, many feet higher than my stature. With a surprised look on her face, she finally looks down to meet my own eyes.

“I apologize, Your Majesty,” she says. “I’m afraid I was simply shocked by your beauty.” There’s a softness in her voice now. But I have to be careful lest she get too excited by the presence of my stunning form.

“Never mind that,” I say. “What have you to discuss that you interrupt my bath?”

“I’m sorry, Your Majesty,” she says. “I just think we need to develop an alternate plan in case your new Beta falters.”

I nod. “Yes, yes,” I say. “I had been considering that myself. What is it that you have in mind?”

“Well,” she says, and she puts a seductive look in her eye that sparkles in the light of the royal bathroom.

Maybe I should pull her into the bath along with me….

“I… I’ve been doing some research on psychology.”

“Mixology?” I say. “Yes, I do love a good drink. Do you have any good new ones?”

“No,” she says, inhaling and sucking in her lip. “Psychology, not mixology.” She mumbles something again here, but I’m not quite sure what she says. “Psychology involves the mind. You have many interesting psychology books in your library on the subject.”

“Ah,” I say. I finally find my robe and throw it on, and Barbara seems to let out a breath. I guess I’m so handsome that I’m positively distracting. “Go on.”

“Well,” she says. “It seems possible that simply to remove the pups from their fathers and mother can go quite a way toward having the parents just give up in life.”

“Is that so?” I say.

“Yes, it’s so,” she says. “Should Beta Alastor fail in his military operation, I think there is another way to make sure the Alphas never bother you again.”

“Do tell,” I say.

“Oh, but Your Majesty,” she says. “I think it’s best that I not reveal my plan right now. That way, you have plausible deniability.”

“Paws what?” I ask. Sometimes I just can’t understand this woman.

“Not paws,” she says. “Plausible.”

I just look at her because I have no idea what she’s talking about.

She sighs. “It means that you can say you don’t know about something, and it’ll be believable, because you really don’t know anything,” she says.

“Do you think that’s necessary that I not know anything?” I ask. “I’m the king, after all, and I should know everything. I don’t think there’s any point in not knowing something. Besides, I’m known around this kingdom for my brilliance! Do you really think that people will believe I don’t know something?”

She looks at me, and her expression is blank and unreadable. But I swear there’s a hint of a smile cracking onto her lips. I have no idea what’s so funny.

Finally, she takes a deep breath. “In this case, Your Majesty,” she says, “I do think that I should be discreet.”

“You should be out on the street?” I ask. There she is, making no sense again. Why don’t I have all people on my side who can express a coherent thought? That Alastor was the same way.

“No, Your Majesty.” She seems to whisper the words, and if I didn’t know better, I’d swear she is growing impatient with me. But I’m sure that could never be.

“Just trust me,” she says. “I have a plan that will help you get rid of those Alphas, that Breeder, and the pups once and for all. But you have to trust me.”

“Trust you?” I say. I think about it for a moment. Has she ever steered me wrong? I can’t remember one way or another, so I don’t think there’s any harm in trusting her. “Okay,” I say with a wave of my hand. “Do what you must.”

Then, a wide smile grows across her face as she says, “Yes, Your Majesty. Right away.” She bows lightly and then turns to walk away, that shitty grin still glued to her face.

I shrug and turn my attention back to my bath. The water is a tad cooler now, but it’s still the way I like it. Whatever Barbara is up to, I’m sure it will work out fine.

I wonder what she’s up to.