Pregnant With Four Alphas' Babies: A Reverse Harem Romance Chapter 34: Humiliated in Front of Everyone

*Rose*

I welcome the warm sun pouring into my room. I sit on the rocking chair beside the window and watch the fountain below as my mind swims. “I love you…” I couldn’t have dreamt or imagined those words. Eli had said he loved me. Had he only said it as he was still high from the dizzying passion or did he really mean it?

I want to just close my eyes and bask in those words just for a while longer… no man has ever said those words to me before.

Then, I have the realization that Eli could become king soon and be married to Emily. Where would that leave love-struck me?

I squint at the butterfly that comes to land on the ledge of the large window. It’s so pretty, just like love… this is an emotion I dare not explore, not knowing what tomorrow will bring.

The door swings open, and Vienna makes her way in carrying a huge box with a red bow. My mind can’t help but wonder what it is. The Alphas have been going all out lately with their romantic escapades and gestures.

“A gift from the king,” Vienna says.

I raise a brow. Why is the king sending me gifts? She puts the box on the bed, and I rush to open it. I’m just as curious as Vienna, who now stands waiting to see the magical trinkets the box holds.

I almost jump when I spot something fluffy inside, thinking it’s some type of animal that will spring out at me. I exhale when I realize that whatever it is, it’s not moving. I see little bunny ears and a tail. What in the royal gifts is this?

“It’s a costume!” Vienna exclaims as I take out what looks like a fluffy tail.

“For what?” I can’t help but ask as I take out a skirt that looks rather too short, lined with a pink fluffy hem and a pink crop top. I frown from all this weirdness.

“It’s a bunny costume,” Vienna tells me, stating the obvious.

“Yeah, but where is the rest of this skirt and top? Why would the king send me such a gift?”

“There is a dinner with some dignitaries this evening. I guess it’s a costume party, and the king wants you to wear this,” Vienna reasons, but she also looks puzzled.

“Who gave this to you?” I ask.

“One of royal guards. He said it’s for you, from the king, for tonight’s costume party.”

I raise my eyes to meet Vienna’s. Is the king expecting me to wear THIS outfit for some dress-up party? I would never go against the king; after all, I am being paid by him to be here.

I have seen so many weird things already within these walls, and maybe this is just another bizarre tradition they practice here.

As we are speaking, Shelby pokes her head through the door. Oh, great.

“Hey, I hope you received your outfit for tonight,” she says without moving into the room.

“Yes, bu—” I don’t get to finish my question as she cuts me off.

“The king personally picked your outfit. See you at seven PM sharp. I have to rush and get dressed now. I’m already running late. You’d better get dressed.” Before I can say anything, she’s gone.

This is all so weird. The king wants me to dress like a slutty bunny?

After a quick shower, Vienna helps me get into the bunny costume.

I look at myself in the full-length mirror and grimace. The skirt is just under my buttocks, paired with some net stockings and pink sparkly heels. As if the skirt isn’t already showing enough skin, the crop top exposes almost my entire abdomen.

I feel weird, but hey, these people are unusual at times. When in Rome… as they say.

Vienna insists on putting some glitter on my eyelids. She says the glittery eyeshadow will complement the bunny outfit. I can’t help but wonder what costumes everyone else is going to be wearing. This is going to be a very odd night.

It takes a bit of time for Vienna to figure out how to put the bunny tail in place, so by the time she is done and I am ready to leave, it’s already five minutes past seven.

I hurry down the hall toward the dining room, occasionally catching reflections of my pink fluffy self in the mirrors that line the walls, and I almost do a double-take. I wonder if the Alphas will be in costumes as well or maybe in their wolf forms.

I open the doors to the dining room and stop in my tracks as every head turns to look at me. Slowly I walk in, not knowing where to go or what is going on. Every other woman is dressed in an elegant evening gown, and the men are in their tuxedos.

I stand at the door looking like a foolish… slutty bunny.

My eyes dart around the room as everyone looks at me with bewilderment. When my eyes finally land on Emily, I can see her snickering with her friends. So this is her doing? I wonder how she got the king and king’s guard to go along with this.

“My Goddess! Why do you come to such a respectable gathering dressed in such a depraved manner?” I turn to see the king addressing me.

I raise my eyes at him confused. What does he mean? He picked this outfit, right?

“Uhmm…” I mutter as my eyes dart around the room looking for Shelby. She asked if I’d received the outfit, so she knows this was handpicked by him. Why is he asking me why I am wearing this? I thought this was a costume party.

Shelby comes rushing toward me, and when she reaches my side, she places a hand under my elbow.

“Forgive me, Your Highness. There must have been a misunderstanding somewhere,” Shelby apologizes, making me even more confused. So the king didn’t invite me to this party, dressed in the slutty bunny costume, just for his amusement?

Kelly soon thereafter makes her way to my side too. She removes her silk scarf and uses it to cover the indecent amount of flesh my outfit is revealing.

“Why is the breeder dressed in such a manner when we have respected guests around?” the king asks, obviously furious.

“SL-U-T!” I hear Emily pretending to sneeze.

I might be stupid for falling into this trap, but I know she just called me a slut.

“Where is the ball gown that was sent to you?” Shelby whispers into my ear as she flashes a shy smile at the king.

“This is the outfit Vienna received,” I whisper back.

“That is not the outfit the king picked. He picked a red sparkly gown just like the one Emil–” she stops as if realizing something. King Gene turns to look at Emily, who has a smug smile, standing there dressed in an exquisite red gown sparkling with green gems.

“She must have stolen your gown and sent this to you,” Kelly whispers.

“Is someone going to tell me what is going on here?” the king demands. His voice is so loud and harsh, and instinctively I whimper. Great, I actually sound like a silly bunny caught in a trap.

I can see the guests begin to whisper among themselves. The woman who is here to sleep with four men is dressed like what everyone must think she is already: a whore. I am mortified. Between whispers, the guests keep turning to give me disapproving glares.

This is not what I signed up for. What had I done to deserve such humiliation? Up until this point, I’ve just kept my head down and did the job I was ordered to do.

The king is shouting at me like I did this on purpose. He seems to think I went out of my way to humiliate him in front of his guests.

“There has been a mistake, my king,” Shelby exclaims and does a little bow as she tries to adjust the small scarf that is doing a really poor job of hiding my shame.

“I have a gown in my room she can wear,” Kelly suggests.

What? Do they think I want to go get dressed and return to face all these people again? Especially after their first impression of me was of a silly breeder dressed like a little slutty bunny?

“Fix this, now! And pick up that stupid tail. Breeder, I will not accept such insolence in these walls, do you understand? Maybe that is how you do things where you come from, but not here!” the king barks.

I can feel my face heat up as tears begin to gather in my eyes, making my vision blurry. I know I don’t come from much, but we certainly don’t dress like this back home. How was I to know this was a set-up?

My heart is beating fast, and I feel like I need more air than I can get in this stuffy room.

The doors that lead to the garden are open. As tears begin to spill out, I make a beeline for the exit. The scarf falls off, and I shudder to think of what the guests are seeing right now–a scurrying bunny’s fleshy backside.

For the first time in such a long time, I miss home.