Pregnant With Four Alphas' Babies: A Reverse Harem Romance Chapter 228: Open This Door!

*Eli*

Life was bad enough when it was just my sister missing. Now, my sister and my son are gone, and I am frantically searching through trains for little bundles of joy wrapped in blue–or pink since Tristan’s daughter is still missing–but I’m coming up empty handed.

What’s more, everything I’ve heard through the mind-link for the last hour hasn’t been promising. After Mark found his son, the trail has kind of gone cold. We are all searching trains again, but no one has been able to find anything.

Finally, in the early afternoon, I get a message through the mind-link. It’s Mark. ‘One of the conductors who just returned to the station at the end of his shift said that he did have a small baby boy on his train this morning, but the couple with him had disembarked before I gave the message for all of the trains to stop. He had already stopped at two stations by then, and he’s not sure which one they got off at.’

Panic washes through me as I consider what he’s telling me. The trains have been continuing on their way after they’ve been searched and eventually returning to Amityville, so it makes sense that this man is there now, but that means we may have missed my son when he was taken off of the train at one of the earlier stops, so when we searched the train… he was already gone.

‘Do we have any surveillance video?’ I ask.

‘No,’ Mark tells me. ‘And none of the staff recall seeing where they got off. But I know it was either Woodhaven or Paradise Village. I’ll have the local authorities there begin searching for evidence that someone has recently come into town with a child unexpectedly.’

‘Good idea,’ I tell him. Then, finished with the last train I have to search, I get off and tell my driver, ‘Take me to Woodhaven.’

He nods, and I get in the car with the others who have helped me search the train for the babies.

As we drive, I look over a map of the railroad stops provided to me by one of the guards. It seems that the stop in Woodhaven is only twenty miles from Amityville, and by train, that wouldn’t take more than fifteen minutes. I’ve learned that the train in question pulled out of the station on time, so I know about when the baby would’ve been getting off of the train.

Tristan is in my head. ‘I’m headed to Paradise Village,’ he says.

‘Good because I’m going to Woodhaven,’ I reply. Maybe between the two of us we can figure out what has happened to the third baby that got on a train.

But we have a bigger problem. Even if we find this one–when we find this one–we still have one missing, and all of the witnesses at the train station are fairly certain that the man with the babies only had three.

So someone is missing….

I know that Mark is trying to get information from the couple that had his son. I hope that Reece is out trying to figure out where the other baby might be, but that will be hard because we have no leads. Unless Mark can get those people to talk or Rose’s mother’s intuition kicks in super full-strength, it will be a lot harder to find that last baby.

But I will not give up. I know that, if it happens to be my son that is gone, the other Alphas won’t give up on finding him, so there’s no way that I will ever give up on finding Tristan’s daughter if it’s her.

I remember the bloody blue blanket in the car. I remember Mark saying his son was wrapped in a blue blanket. I can’t help but wonder if maybe the reason a baby is missing is because one of them didn’t make it out of the crash, and since it was a blue blanket… my heart drops. I can’t let myself think of that. Wouldn’t I know? I feel so connected to my son, my little boy. If he were no longer in this world, I think I would feel it in my soul.

It’s sort of like my sister. I know she’s in distress, and I hate that I can’t get to her myself. I have Trevor and some others looking for her still, but it’s not me searching. Yet, I know that Kelly is still alive. I can feel her life force out there in the world. If it went out, I would feel it.

So… I have to believe that my little boy is still alive. I’ve only known him for a couple of days, but he’s already one of the most important people in the world to me, along with his mother. I can’t imagine having to say goodbye to him already.

We arrive at a train station, and the moment I get out of a car, I see a man in a uniform that looks like local police marching toward me. Another man in a suit is with him. They look important.

“Alpha Eli?” the one who looks like a police officer asks me.

I nod. “That’s me.”

He makes the sign of respect. “I’m Police Chief Driver. This is our town mayor, Mr. Velasco.”

I shake hands with both of them. “Nice to meet you,” I say out of habit. It’s not important right now.

“We wanted to let you know that there’s a prominent family in our town who just got back from a vacation that took them through Amityville by train. The mayor was invited to their home tomorrow night for a party, and he’s hearing rumors that it’s to welcome their new son into the family. They are saying, apparently, that the purpose for their trip was to adopt a little boy.”

Every hair on my body stands on end. “And there’s no evidence that this was what they were doing to begin with?” I clarify.

The mayor shakes his head. “No, not that I’m aware of. They’re pretty social people, so I think they would’ve mentioned it to someone.”

I nod in understanding. “Can you take me there?” I ask them.

“Of course. Do you mind if I drive?” the mayor asks me.

“Not at all.”

He leads me to his car, and I get in the front, the police chief in the back. I have my guards follow us. All the while, I’m thinking about what I’m going to say to these bastards if they bought my son.

The house we pull up in front of is very nice, but it’s nothing like my own home or any of the castles I’ve stayed in. Still, it’s quite clear that these people have money. “What are their names?” I ask the mayor.

“Emmett and Jill Jefferson,” the mayor tells me. I nod and we get out of the car.

I walk through a little fence and up a winding path to the large porch, trying not to seem nervous. I need to take charge here. I need to make sure that I can keep myself together, whether my baby is in there or not.

I ring the doorbell and wait. A few moments later, a young woman dressed in a maid’s uniform answers. “Yes?”

“May I speak to the man of the house, please?” I say. “I’m Alpha Eli.”

Her eyes widen slightly. “May I ask what this is in regards to?”

I clear my throat. “It’s in regard to the baby your employers brought home today.”

I see panic in her eyes as she must know something is wrong. “I’m sorry,” she says. “There must be a mistake. My employers didn’t bring home a baby today.” She looks past me at the mayor and chief of police. “You should leave.” I am sure she’s been told to say this.

As she starts to close the door, I hear the sound of a baby crying in the background. But it’s not just any baby–it’s my baby.

I shove my foot in the door and tell her, “You’re going to let me in. Now.”