Pregnant With Four Alphas' Babies: A Reverse Harem Romance Chapter 216: How Much for the Babies?

*Retta*

I’ve got to get the fuck out of here!

I’m carrying four babies, limping through the forest, bleeding a bit from my leg and one of my arms, and I can feel the Alphas closing in.

The village is just up ahead, on the other side of these trees. From what I can tell, looking at the rooftops peeking through the tops of the trees, it’s a pretty good-sized town. I’m hoping that means I might be able to unload a baby or two and get on a train out of here.

Selling babies in this day and age isn’t as easy as it used to be. Back in the day, you could sell a baby for a couple of hundred gold coins, no questions asked. There was none of that, “Is it your baby? Where did you get it? Is it healthy? Why is it so ugly?” business I’m sure I’ll encounter today. No, it’s going to be a lot harder for me to sell these little brats than it would’ve been back in my grandmother’s time.

Not that my grandmother was in the habit of selling royal babies, though I wouldn’t put it past her. I’m not the first person in my family to have scrupulous morals.

At least the little fuckers have stopped screaming now. The other little girl has a set of lungs on her like a banshee in heat, and I do everything I can to keep her quiet so that she doesn’t wake up my baby–the one I’m going to keep.

I’ve been rethinking the name I’ve been calling her and decided to name her Astrid. I think it has an ethereal quality to it. Perhaps she will be closer to the Moon Goddess because of her doting mother’s forethought.

I pass a farmhouse on the outskirts of the village and see an older couple working in a garden outside of their house. Immediately, their eyes are on me, and I sense unease washing over them as their questioning glances smolder.

“Good day,” I call to them. “Just… taking the kids for a walk.”

“Why you got all them babies?” the man calls to me.

“Oh, I’m a nanny,” I say. “For an important woman in the village.”

“Why you got blood on your dress?” the woman asks me. “You okay?”

“I’m fine. Just… scratched my arm on a tree trying to keep the babies happy.” One of them whimpers a bit, and I almost shout at him to shut his fucking mouth, but I remember I’m being watched.

“What’s the name of your lady?” The old woman looks like she’s not sure about my story. I need to get away from here.

“Uhm… Bar–dia. Bardia. Bardia Livingstone. Now, if you’ll excuse me….” I hurry past them and hear the man ask his wife if she knows who that is.

“I ain’t never heard of such a person, and I’ve lived here my whole life,” she says.

I don’t even turn around. I’m sure they’re using the mind-link right now to contact the guards in the village, who are probably under Alpha Mark’s authority. If they see me, they’ll know what I’ve done as I’m certain that the Alphas have alerted all of the authorities about a woman carrying four babies.

I suddenly realize I look very suspicious carrying all of these babies.

A change in plans is in order. Quickly, I scour the surrounding area and see an old falling-down structure in the distance. When I get to it, I see it’s uninhabitable, with holes in the ceiling and plants growing all through it, but it looks like it used to be a cabin.

This will have to do.

I unstrap three of the babies, only keeping the loud girl with me. “Sorry, kids,” I say. “I’ll be back. I hope nothing eats you while I’m gone. If something does, I’ll be missing out on a lot of money.”

With that, I take off to the village carrying Screamy, listening to the other babies begin to fuss as I disappear.

My feet tell me to head for the seedier part of town. No sense in going to a ritzy part to sell a baby. I walk around for a little while until I see a red lit-up sign that says, “Roxy’s Place.” I’m not about to try to sell a baby at a brothel because whores don’t need any extra babies, but this tells me I’m in the right place.

With the little girl subdued for now, I go into a bar and approach the bartender.

He’s probably about my dad’s age and looks agitated as hell. “You can’t bring a baby in a bar!” he snaps at me.

“I know that,” I tell him, forcing a smile. “Listen, I was hoping you could help me out.” I give him a seductive glance, but his eyes go to my bloody arms. I grab some napkins off of the counter and wipe off the red streaks.

“What do you want?” he asks.

“Do you know anyone who might be interested in… taking this kid from me?” I look down at the sleeping princess, and think of all of the money she’s really worth.

“You’re trying to sell your kid?” he asks for clarification.

Shrugging, I say, “I’m trying to sell A kid.”

He chuckles under his breath. “Yeah, I know someone who might be interested, but she probably won’t fetch that much. She anyone special?”

Not knowing if I can trust the barkeep, I say. “Maybe.”

The look he gives me next isn’t very approving, but he picks up the phone and dials a number. “Stevie?” he asks. “Hey, it’s Pat. I got some lady here who wants to sell a baby.” There’s a little bit of discussion before he finally says. “Got it.” He hangs up the phone and says, “He’ll be right down.”

“Thanks,” I tell him and sink onto a barstool. I have no fucking idea what time it is, but I figure it’s gotta be five o’clock somewhere. I have some money I stole from Rose and other people in the castle so I say, “Can I have a scotch on the rocks, please?”

The bartender pours my drink, and I down it before ordering another. I’m still sipping on the second one when I feel a presence over my left shoulder. I turn back to look at the door and see a tall, thin, unassuming looking man standing there.

“Hey, Steve-O,” the barkeeper says, waving him over.

“This is the guy who wants to buy this baby?” I ask. He looks like a computer geek, not a criminal.

But when he smiles, I see there’s a lot more to him than meets the eye. An evil gleam glimmers in his dark orbs, his teeth are sharp, and his voice is gravelly. “How many babies you got to sell?”