Pregnant With Four Alphas' Babies: A Reverse Harem Romance Chapter 240: I'll Tell Your Mother

*Tristan*

“You give me my baby, and I won’t rip you to shreds,” I say to the man who is holding Trisha. She can’t cry because her mouth is taped closed, but I can see that her face is red, and she has tears streaming down her cheeks. I think she might be having trouble breathing. I need to get to my daughter now.

“You will let me walk out of here, or else the baby gets it,” the asshole says back to me with a disturbing smile on his face.

I shake my head. “No. That’s absolutely not happening. My daughter and these other kids are not going anywhere with you. I am serious, you fucking bastard. Listen to me right now. I am an Alpha. I can shift and rip your throat out before you have time to squeeze my little girl, so the question on your mind shouldn’t be how am I going to get out of here alive. It should be how long am I gonna live. Right now, the answer to that question is less than a minute.”

He has the audacity to chuckle at me. “Do you really think I am afraid that you will tackle me and try to take the girl? Don’t be ridiculous. You may be fast, but I’m pretty damn quick myself. No, you wouldn’t risk it.”

“If you so much as touch a hair on her head, I will literally eat your heart while you watch me,” I tell him.

Mark intervenes, always the calm voice of reason. “Max, what the fuck are you doing?” he asks, using his Alpha voice. “I’d heard about some shady dealings going on in taverns across the pack lands, but I had no idea it was this. And you’re involved? You’re in a reputable town. How the hell did you get caught up in this?”

“It was that asshole in Amityville!” he screams at me. “Steven got me into it. He said there’s good money in baby trafficking. But once I got my first one….” His eyes go across the room to a little girl who is sitting quietly on a filthy cot. She’s probably about four, and she looks awful, like she hasn’t had a decent meal in her entire life. “Well, once I got little Delilah over there, I knew I couldn’t actually sell my children to anyone.”

“These are not your children!” I growl at him. Mark puts his hand on my arm to try to calm me down, but I want to rip it off with my teeth.

“Some of them are,” he argues. “Some of them I’ve adopted. I’ve gone through the proper channels. Their parents simply didn’t want them, so now they are mine.”

“All right, Max,” Mark says. “We’ll sort that all out back at the palace, but for now, give my friend his daughter. Clearly, she is not yours.”

His eyes widen and then narrow. “No,” he says. “I won’t. I like this one. I like her curly black hair.”

“You would rather die before we can even talk about the possibility of you getting to keep any of your kids?” Mark asks.

Through the mind-link I ask him, ‘Are you insane?’

He doesn’t even flicker an eyelash at me. ‘I’m just making sure Trisha is safe. No, I’m not going to let him have any of these kids. I’ll kill him myself.’

I relax only slightly when I realize Mark is bluffing.

But then, Max seems to know that, too. “You won’t let me walk out of here,” he says. “No, the fact that I’m holding this baby is the only thing that’s keeping me alive.”

“That’s not true,” Mark says, and once again, even I believe him. “Max, we’ve known each other a long time. Just set the baby down, and you and I will go talk while Alpha Tristan takes care of his daughter.”

“He really is an Alpha?” He perks up at the sound of my title. Like he didn’t know before. “My new baby is the daughter of an Alpha?”

I cannot help the low growl that emanates from the back of my throat. Mark sends me a reminder through the mind-link that that’s not helping.

“Trisha is the daughter of an Alpha,” Mark says. “So… hand her over, and you’re less inclined to die today.” Mark takes a few cautious steps forward, but Max retreats. He can’t go far without running into a baby crib full of infants who would be screaming if they could open their mouths. I have to wonder how many children have died in this room, choked to death, starved. Goddess, I hope none.

Mark is slowly walking closer to the asshole, and as he goes, he is using his Alpha tone to make the bastard more compliant, though he is still doing his best to resist.

“It’s really simple, Max. I’m gonna take this baby, and you’re going to go back to the palace with me to discuss what happens next. Otherwise, I’m going to have to call Prudence in a bit to tell her that her son is not the man she thinks he is, that he murdered a baby and got ripped to shreds by the little girl’s dad. Now, is that what you want your sweet mother to hear me say?”

Immediately the fucker breaks into tears. “Don’t tell my mom! Please, don’t tell my mom!”

Mark is able to get him to release Trisha to him, and in an instant, I am there taking my daughter from him. I can’t help but punch the guy right in the face, though. Blood squirts everywhere, barely missing the babies beside him.

Mark gives me a disapproving look, but he doesn’t dare say anything. I have my daughter back in my arms now, but I still need help. I don’t want to hurt her by ripping this tape off, and I need a bottle. And a new diaper….

Immediately, a group of guards rushes in to take Max into custody. As soon as he is out of the room, a flock of women appear. Many of them have the necessities we need for these kids. Diapers, bottles, formula, food.

One of them comes over to me with a cotton ball. “Let’s see if we can get that adhesive off so we can feed this little princess, okay?” she says.

I don’t want to let go of my daughter, but I hold her out so she can do her magic, and in a few seconds the tape comes off. Trisha starts to cry, and it is the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard in my entire life.

‘I’ve got her, Rose,’ I tell my little flower through the mind-link. ‘Our family is complete again.’

‘Thank the Moon Goddess!’ she says. ‘I’m at the castle now. Getting ready to go downstairs.’

‘Please be careful,’ I tell her.

‘Don’t worry. In my current state, no one would mess with me.’

I believe her.

Mark catches my eye. “You okay here?”

I look around the room at the dozens of screaming children. I don’t think I’m quite the man for this job, but I nod. “Where are you going?”

“Chester has another gift for us,” Mark explains. I arch an eyebrow, and he says one more word that tells me everything I need to know about where he’s going. “Retta.”