Pregnant With Four Alphas' Babies: A Reverse Harem Romance Chapter 35: Sex in the Labyrinth

*Mark*

I stand in silence, watching the situation unfold between the king and Rose, wondering what I can do to help her, and when she runs from the building, my first instinct is to follow her.

As I make a run for the door, I tap Reece on the shoulder, “Handle this, please?” I ask him, and he nods. I take a look at my Beta, Carlton, who is standing near where I was, his mouth agape. Using the mind-link, I instruct him, “Keep me posted on what’s going on here.”

I run out the door, but I can’t see Rose anywhere. It’s dark, and the lanterns hanging in the garden area don’t do much to illuminate the grounds since the moon is behind a thick veil of clouds.

“Rose?” I call out, but there’s no answer.

My lungs inhale her scent, which is hard to pick up because of all of the flowers, but I take off behind her, trying to follow the faint smell of her body I know so well from being with her. It’s the scent of cantaloupe, and my mouth waters as I take off in a sprint behind her, hoping not to lose her trail and to catch up with her soon.

I follow her trail out of the garden and into a labyrinth of some sort, the bushes on either side of me shaping into a maze. I hardly have time to think about how strange this is as I’m chasing after a fragrance.

Eventually, I run into a wall of hedges and have to turn around, thinking that Rose must have done the same thing. I turn back, find her scent again, and follow it until I can actually hear her crying.

I slow down and cautiously walk around the next several corners until I can see her. The weak moonbeams pick up on the white of her bunny ears and the light colors of the rest of her skimpy outfit.

She’s so beautiful, but also so vulnerable, and I hate that Emily has made her cry… again.

“Rose?” I call out to her, my voice a soft whisper. “Are you okay?”

She looks up at me, and tears are streaking down her beautiful face. She doesn’t have to answer me for me to know.

I sink down near her. I don’t touch her yet, but I want her to know that I’m here.

In my head, Carson explains, “The other Alphas are speaking to the king, and while he’s still irritated, he seems to know now that someone played a joke on Rose. No one is pointing out that it was Emily, though.”

“Thank you,” I say to my Beta, and then I turn back to Rose. “Don’t worry. The king is finding out that this wasn’t your fault as we speak.”

“I looked like a fool,” she admits between sobs. “All of those people saw me… dressed like this!”

“Rose, love,” I begin, reaching over to stroke her cheek, “none of those people matter. The only ones that do matter are furious on your behalf. We don’t think you look foolish. We know Emily did this, and she looks like a vile bitch.”

She sniffles again, but I can tell that she is not quite convinced. I wish I had a tissue or a handkerchief or something, but who carries those things around in their pockets anymore?

“I don’t know,” she whimpers, shaking her head, but at least her tears seem to be drying up.

“I believe you,” I assure her. “Rose, try not to worry about this. We will handle it, all right?” I lift her chin to look at me, and her glistening eyes meet mine.

She nods, and all I want is to hold her. I move toward her, and she reaches for me. I take her in my arms, lifting her petite body into my lap, and move back against the maze wall, which isn’t nearly as uncomfortable as it looks now that I’m leaning back against it.

I take a moment to smooth back her hair, drying her tears with my thumb, and as she lifts her head to look at me, I bring my mouth down, gently, to meet hers. I’m not intending to take advantage of her emotional state, but I can hardly help it. I want to reassure her that all is well.

And I want to taste her.

It is my night to be with her, after all, so when she kisses me back harder, I have no qualms about moving forward.

When Rose deepens the kiss, my hand slides down to her firm belly, which is exposed, thanks to the skimpy outfit she is wearing. We continue to kiss, and before I know it, she has moved so that she is straddling me.

I am hard beneath my suit pants, and the ache I feel for her is beginning to get the best of me, as I push her half-shirt and the thin lacy bra she has on under it, out of the way to expose her beautiful breasts. My thumbs work over her hardened nipples of their own accord.

“Take me, Mark,” she whispers in a breathless moan. “Take me here and now.”

Who am I to argue with that?

I reach down for my zipper, and she pushes up with her knees, helping me free myself from my pants. She’s wearing a thin, damp thong beneath her tiny skirt, and all I need to do is push it aside to gain entry. She comes down on top of me, taking me all the way in, and my eyes roll back into my head.

She feels so good. She drives me crazy with just the feel of her before she even starts to move up and down along my shaft, taking me in and tightening around me as she glides smoothly on my lap.

I settle my hands on her hips, lifting along with her, my mouth moving from one breast to the other. I want to take my time so that she gets her fill, but we are outside in the garden, after all, and for all I know, we could have company at any moment.

So… I get her to her peak and then keep her there for only a few moments before I fill her, jerking a few times before both of us still.

Rose quickly moves off me, adjusting her outfit and looking around, like she’s a little lost.

“What is it?” I ask her.

“I’m not sure how to put my legs up out here,” she admits.

“Oh.” I smile at her. “I think that’s okay.”

She shakes her head. “No, it wouldn’t be fair if I didn’t try to get as many of your little guys to stay in there as possible.

After I fix my pants, I move to put my knees up and grab her legs, hooking them over the top of mine. “How’s that?”

She giggles. “I think that will work.”

I reach over and take her hand in mind. I want to carry her back to her room, to make sure she gets changed and puts all of this behind her, but for now, we will sit here for as long as she feels it’s necessary.

In my head, I hear Carlton’s voice. “Dinner is going on now. The king wants the two of you to come back, after Rose changes clothing, of course.”

“I don’t think that’s going to happen,” I tell him. “She’s too distraught.”

“Well, he is the king,” Carlton reminds me.

“I know, but… if he asks where I am, just tell him I’m still looking for her.”

“Very well, Alpha,” he obeys.

Something has to give. The other Alphas and I are going to have to take charge of this situation and make sure the king knows that Emily is not Luna material. I don’t know who is going to be named the next Alpha King, but I do know that whoever it is doesn’t want to marry Emily. I am almost to the point where I’d rather not be the next king if it means I have to marry that awful, selfish bitch.

As soon as Rose is done, I pick her up and carry her back to the castle. She protests, but I don’t put her down until she is in her room. She goes to take a shower while I set out her clothes. I don’t know where her maid is, and I don’t care; I can do everything myself.

When Rose comes out with a towel wrapped around her, I gently declare, “Get dressed in these comfy pajamas, and then go to sleep, baby.”

I turn around so that I won’t be tempted to take her again just from seeing her change. That wouldn’t be fair to the competition.

Once she’s dressed and in bed, I sit down next to her. “Sweet dreams, beautiful,” I whisper, leaning down and kissing her.

“Thank you, Mark,” she says. “For everything.”

I kiss her again and then go, headed to Eli’s room where the Alphas, who have rushed through dinner, are waiting. At least that’s what Carlton has told me.

I think that Rose might be hungry since she hasn’t eaten, but in the hallway, I see her maid coming and think that she’ll take care of it.

Then I walk into Eli’s room, and Tristan speaks for all of them. “We have to do something about this. Now.”