Pregnant With Four Alphas' Babies: A Reverse Harem Romance Chapter 212: Kill the Pups

*Retta*

These babies are remarkably quiet as I lug them through the forest. It’s almost as if they don’t even mind that I’m stealing them away from their parents, from their home, from everything they’ve ever known.

Not that they know much of anything. They are tiny babies, after all, only a few days old, and I seriously doubt they know much about who their mother is, where they’ve been, or much else.

But in a way, I feel bad about this….

Not the kind of bad that’s going to make me turn around and stomp my way back to the castle, but bad nevertheless.

After all, Rose is not who I thought she was.

I suppose I am exactly who she thought I was–stuck-up, manipulative, bitchy as hell. Yes, all of those words seem to describe me pretty well, even though I’ve been pretending to be something else the last few days.

I knew she would fall for it, though. Even though I always thought she was under the impression she was better than me and the other kids at school because her parents were our pack leaders, and apparently I was incorrect about that, I’ve always seen her as trusting and naive.

As I wander through the forest as fast as I can go with two babies strapped to my back and two babies strapped to my front, I think about all of the times in high school when we invited her to parties and other social gatherings. We had hoped she’d show up so we could pull pranks on her, but she never even came.

After speaking with her the last couple of days, I realize now that’s because her parents wouldn’t let her, not because she didn’t want to. She wasn’t allowed to do anything fun like that, and it turns out she spent a lot of her free time cleaning, working, and otherwise trying to appease her parents.

Of course, she’s also a lot more intelligent than I realized. I suppose it’s possible that Rose realized that if she had come to one of our parties we would’ve done something cruel to her.

I spent a lot of time in high school trying to come up with ways to put her in her place and punish her for being the Alpha’s daughter without realizing she probably would’ve rather been anyone else in the world.

And none of those schemes ever came to fruition because she was too busy scrubbing toilets….

I can’t think about any of that now. I’m not taking her children simply because I have despised her for most of my life. No, I’m taking her children because I’ve been paid handsomely to do so, and even though now I’m having second thoughts about all of this, I continue to rush through the woods even as I hear Rose’s voice in my head.

I just hope she doesn’t realize that if she has one of her Alphas command me to stop it will be a lot more difficult for me to do so. Their influence over me won’t be as strong as my own Alpha’s, but it would still make me hesitate.

Any amount of hesitation is a good way to get caught red handed. I can hardly believe I was able to slip out as easily as I was. When I told the other people caring for the babies to help me move them to another room silently, they had done so. When I told them that I would stay with the babies while they went to rest, they did so without hesitation, they were all so tired. And they believed that Rose and I were good friends, so I could be trusted.

When I’d slaughtered all of the guards in the hallway so they wouldn’t see me taking the babies… well, I’d had help for that. I’d given a little treat to one of the guards and told him about all of the money “we” would be getting once we took the babies. I’d known the moment I looked at him that he was gullible. Once the others were dead, it was pretty easy to kill him.

I’d just bitten off his dongle, and then, when he started to bleed out, I’d slashed his throat. Easy as pie.

Killing isn’t something I have no experience with. I’ve killed a lot of people since I left my home pack. It’s the only way to survive in some places.

If my new employer hadn’t tracked me down, I might still be in no-man’s land, offering my services and killing those who don’t want to pay fairly….

One of the babies starts to fuss, so I pick up speed, hoping to lull her back to sleep. It’s the one with the curly black hair. I am really smitten with that one. I’ve never really liked babies before, but this one is so cute and has quite the personality. I can’t remember her given name, but I know it starts with a T. I like J names better, so I’ve taken to calling her Jennifer.

I think… since my new boss wants to kill all of the babies anyway, I may ask if I can keep this one. I don’t know if I’ll raise her or sell her, but she’s just got too big of a personality to be slaughtered….

I see a part in the trees ahead of me and know I’m almost to the road. I can hear Rose screaming and threatening me in my head now, but I press on, and then a car comes into view, and I smile because I’m almost home free.

‘Retta! Stop right now!’ a loud male voice says in my head, and my feet freeze in the grass a few feet from the car.

It’s an Alpha, and I’m compelled to do as he says.

Of course, it doesn’t always work on other packs, or else wars would be easily won by the loudest Alpha who would just tell all of the warriors on the other side to stop fighting…

“What are you doing?” my boss shouts from the car. “Get in here!”

My feet begin to move again. Not an Alpha, but close enough. I climb in, seeing there are no baby seats or anything. I can’t lean back with these babies on my back.

“Help, please?”

From behind the steering wheel, there’s a loud sigh, and then she takes the two boys off of my back and practically tosses them into the back seat. They wake up and start crying.

“Hey!” I shout. “You can’t do that. They’re just babies.”

“Babies we are going to be killing in a few minutes.” Her eyes are cold and dark.

I realize then that I don’t want to kill any of the babies. They are just babies, after all. I have held them, rocked them, changed their diapers, and sang to them. None of them ever yelled at me, called me names, or otherwise did anything to offend me.

Babies are like dogs. So much better than real people….

She takes off driving so quickly, it’s all I can do to keep the boys from falling. I manage to scoop them up and place them on my lap, shushing them, but the red-haired one is practically the same shade as his hair, he’s so mad.

“What’s the matter with you? Did you get attached?” my boss barks at me from the driver’s seat of a stolen car that has the emblem of the crown on the door.

“No,” I tell her, but that’s not true. I stroke the black curly hair of the little girl I now call Jennifer. I am attached.

I don’t want Rose to have her babies, but I don’t want to kill them either.

The only problem is, I’m not in charge here, and I have very little influence over my new boss….

Luna Barbara.