Pregnant With Four Alphas' Babies: A Reverse Harem Romance Chapter 230: Where's The Red Hair?

*Eli*

The maid hasn’t tried to keep me out since I heard the baby crying. She’d said, “One moment, sir,” and then rushed off. I come into the living room, trying to wait patiently by the door while I listen to her speaking to someone in the background.

Most of me wants to tear through the house, knocking over anything and anyone who gets in my way while I’m searching for my son, but a small part of my brain is still saying that I don't know for certain that this couple didn’t actually adopt a son recently. This might not be my baby in the house. It could all be a huge coincidence.

I don’t think that’s the case, but what do I know? Nothing, at this point.

The police chief and the mayor have followed me inside, and they are standing silently behind me while I wait.

Eventually, the sound of a man’s voice shouting carries through the living room, and then I think I hear someone crying, someone other than the baby. Maybe it’s the maid.

I turn to look at the other two gentlemen, and they are shaking their heads, also unsure as to what we should do, I assume.

When a man appears from down the hall, I take a few rushed steps toward him. I can tell by his suit that this is his house. “Mr. Jefferson?” I ask. “I’m Alpha Eli. I need to see your baby. Right now.”

“Alpha Eli! Nice to meet you,” he says, extending his hand as he closes the distance between us. He has a smile on his face, but I can tell it’s not genuine. He is pretending to be kind because he knows that he is in deep shit. That’s my best guess anyway. He says hello politely to the other two men behind me.

“I’m going to get right to the point,” I say, trying not to be rude, though if I discover my son is here, rudeness will be the least of his worries. “My son has been kidnapped recently. I hear you have a baby boy. I want to make sure it’s not my child.”

“Oh,” he says. “No, no, no need to worry about that. We bought–uh… adopted our baby in another pack, far from here. In fact, we’ve had him for a couple of weeks now, so there’s absolutely no way he could be your baby.”

I can tell that he’s lying. Everything about his body language, his tone, his choice of words, tells me that he’s lying.

“I’d like to see him, just for peace of mind,” I say.

“Well, I’m afraid that’s not possible,” Mr. Jefferson tells me. “He’s just gone down for a nap.” He smiles a real douchebag smile, and I just want to punch him.

“I can hear him crying,” I mention.

“Oh, well, he just… doesn’t want to go to sleep. We’re doing the… cry it out method.” He is still grinning at me. If I punched him right now, I could get out of this discussion.

“You’re doing cry it out with an infant?” the mayor asks, and I can tell by his tone he must have children at home. I don’t have any idea whether or not that’s appropriate, but I take it from what the mayor has just said that it is not.

Mr. Jefferson clears his throat. “Well, we are new parents. We’re just trying to figure it all out.”

I am done discussing it. “I will see the baby now,” I tell him, and I am using my Alpha voice. He will still be able to say no, if he really wants to, but he should know better than to toy with me.

He takes a deep breath and then looks past me. “Police Chief Driver,” he begins. “This is ridiculous. Can you please tell this Alpha, this stranger, to get out of my home.”

Police Chief Driver steps up so that he’s right next to me. He has a look on his face that makes me think he doesn’t want to be jerked around. “Just go get the baby, and this can all be over with, right?”

Sighing, Mr. Jefferson runs a hand through his hair. “I really feel like–”

“Go get the baby, or I will go get him myself,” I tell him, my teeth gritted. “And if I have to do it, I can’t promise you that no adults who get in my way won’t be hurt.”

He opens his mouth to protest again, but I step around him, bumping my shoulder against his as I go because he won’t get out of the way. “Hey!” he shouts after me. “You can’t do that.”

“I’d stand down if I were you, Emmett,” the police chief tells him, and I am already down the hallway, moving toward the sound of the crying baby.

I know that sound. I know that voice. It’s my son. I’m certain of it now.

I arrive at a door that I know is the final barrier between us, but when I turn the knob, it’s locked. “Open this door. Now,” I say to whomever is on the other side.

“Go away!” a woman shouts, her voice frantic. “You’re not taking my baby! He’s my baby! I paid for him fair and square!”

I don’t give her another warning. Instead, I lift my foot and kick at the locking mechanism. The wood shatters, and the door swings open, revealing a middle-aged woman standing in the middle of a pink nursery, holding a baby against her chest.

A quick glance around the room tells me that this room has been this way for a while, and I have to wonder if maybe they were expecting a baby girl at one point. Whatever happened, I’m sorry for their loss, but I want my son. She’s holding him against her, her eyes wide, and as I stalk toward her, she begins to tremble.

“Give. Me. My. Son.”

With tears streaming down her cheeks, the woman hands him over as I hear her husband, shouting, coming in the door.

I take the baby and pull the blanket back, looking for red hair.

But this baby is bald.

Completely bald.