Pregnant With Four Alphas' Babies: A Reverse Harem Romance Chapter 61: We Have to Protect Her

*Eli*

“Put her to death?” I say while the other four Alphas have similar outbursts.

It’s not fair. King Gene can’t actually think it would be right to kill this poor maid, Tara, when she was just doing what her mistress told her to do.

Granted, she should’ve had enough common sense not to put any unknown substance in anyone’s food, and technically, Olga is dead because she agreed to go forward with this awful plan, but everyone knows that this is Emily’s doing–even the king.

“Silence!” King Gene shouts at us, making us bite off our protests. “That is quite enough! I have made my decision, and this woman will be put to death. Now, take her away!”

The guards come in and drag Tara away, as she screams and begs, trying to dig her heels into the floor. The guards are far stronger than her, and within a few moments, she is down the hall far enough that we can’t even hear her screaming anymore.

I know that the death sentence will not be carried out immediately, so I plan to continue to try and talk some sense into him.

But before I can open my mouth, Mark is stepping forward. “King Gene, with all due respect, we cannot stand idly by and let you do this. That woman has committed a crime, but she’s not the only one. Do you expect one of us to actually marry your cousin when she has acted so atrociously?”

King Gene’s eyes narrow. “You have no proof that Emily did anything, only the accusations that this woman has made against her own mistress!”

“I heard Emily with my own ears!” Tristan insists.

King Gene turns his glare to Tristan. “Perhaps you heard wrong.”

Tristan’s mouth falls open, but again, it is Mark who is speaking. “What if all four of us refuse to go forward with this plan of yours if you don’t punish Emily and stop insisting that she be the Luna?”

King Gene’s evil smirk grows even darker as he stands to his full height, which is still several inches shorter than Mark. “Well, Alpha, if you think it’s in your best interest to try me, go ahead. But I don’t think that would be what is best for your little bitch Breeder.”

“Don’t piss him off, Mark,” I instruct, using the mind-link.

Mark continues to glare at the king, but after a moment he relaxes a bit. “Fine,” he submits. “But can you at least wait a few days before you put that woman to death?”

Gene shrugs and sits back down in his chair. “Maybe.”

That’s the best we’re going to get.

The four of us back out of the room, because we’re supposed to do that to show respect, but as soon as we are in the hallway, Tristan exclaims, “Man, I fucking hate that guy.”

“I don’t like this one bit,” Reece agrees. “We can’t leave Rose alone. She’s not safe. I trust our guards, but we really need to be there with her, especially before the war starts and some of us will have to leave.”

“I agree. I’m happy to take the first shift.” I volunteer myself.

“Why do you think you get to go first?” Tristan asks me. “Shouldn’t we go in the same order we’ve been going in?”

“I think I should go first because the first time around, I had to go last,” I explain with a shrug. We are almost back to my room now, the room we always gather in. “And… you guys keep drinking all my booze.”

“He’s got a point,” Reece admits, but Tristan is still glaring at me.

We walk into my room and sit down, each of them taking a swig from my alcohol before Mark orders, “Fine. But no sex.”

We all turn and stare at him, mouths agape. It’s Tristan who says, “Say what now?”

“I mean, she’s already pregnant. There’s no need for us to be having sex with her now.” Mark says it as if he is the foremost expert on when people should have sex.

“Uh… no,” Tristan retorts. “You don’t get to decide that. In fact, I don’t think any of us have any right to tell the rest what to do now with Rose. She’s a grown woman and can make her own choices. If she wants to have sex with me and not you three assholes, then so be it.”

“What if she wants to have sex with me and not you?” I ask. “Then what happens?”.

“Can we hurt the babies?” Reece asks, the voice of reason out of nowhere.

“No!” Tristan says, but I’m not convinced he knows. I think sex is on his mind.

“Let’s ask the doctor,” I suggest.

“Sure. I’ll just mosey on down to the clinic and ask.” Tristan rolls his eyes.

“You can’t hurt the babies while having sex,” Mark tells us, and I believe it when he says it as if he’s done extensive peer-reviewed research. “But I don’t think we should be doing it, not right now. She’s under a lot of pressure. I don’t want to take advantage of her.”

“She’s under a lot of pressure and needs some release,” I counter. “You make up your own mind, Mark, but you’re not going to tell us what to do this time.”

He glares at me but says nothing else.

“So… you’re going first?” Tristan asks me. I see Reece nod, so I do too. “Well, have fun.”

Tristan takes a swig of whisky, and I know he means nothing like what his mouth has produced.

I waste no time going to Rose’s room. I knock on the door and wait for her to answer. It’s her maid who opens the door.

“Hi,” I say to Rose over the woman’s shoulder. She is sitting in a chair, reading, but I can tell she’s upset.

I watch as relief washes over her face. “Hi.”

“Can I come in?”

“Well, at least you’re using the door this time,” she says with a giggle.

I walk in, and the maid walks out, which I appreciate. I sit down on the bed near her. “How are you?”

“Not good,” she admits. “A woman is dead… and it’s all because of me.”

I shake my head. “It’s not your fault, Rose. It’s Emily’s doing.”

She doesn’t look surprised to hear me say that. “Still… she meant to kill me, not that sweet chef.”

“I know. And I know it’s selfish of me to say, but I’m so glad she failed in her original mission.”

Rose sucks in a breath and lets it out slowly before she gets up and moves to sit next to me. “I feel awful, Eli, but I am glad, too. I feel like… if it was just me, I wouldn’t be relieved that Emily failed, but if she had successfully killed my children….”

I put a hand on her knee. “If she would’ve killed you alone, Rose, that would’ve been enough to drive us all mad, let alone our babies.” I don’t know if any of the children are mine, but I feel like I am at the very least their cool uncle. “Can I?” My hand hovers over her abdomen, which is a little larger than the last time I saw her.

She nods, and I press my hand to her stomach. Even though I can’t feel them beneath her flesh, it seems magical that there are babies in there, growing, getting stronger every day.

I can’t help but lean in and press my lips to hers, and she kisses me back, hungrily.

It’s been too long. We shouldn’t have gone so long without being with her. Mark is crazy. She needs us just as much as we need her.

I slowly begin to unbutton the dress Rose is wearing, and she lets me. I peel her clothing off, revealing her gorgeous body as if I am unwrapping a precious present. Her skin is glowing, and her baby bump makes me want her even more.

When she is nude and sitting on the bed, waiting for me, I take my clothes off for her, but I don’t do a silly dance like I did the last time. This is far too serious.

Naked, I lay down next to her, my hands sliding down her side, over her waist to settle on her hip. “What do you think would be most comfortable for you?” I ask her.

She doesn’t answer me with words. Instead, she tugs me onto my back and mounts me. I grunt as she takes me all in at once. She feels so good, and I’ve been missing this excitement in my life for far too long.

She takes her time, moving her body up and down on mine. I fondle her breasts, which are larger than before, and then find her most sensitive nub. I stroke it as she rocks into me until I see the bliss wash over her, and she begins to cry out.

When I finally fill her with my essence, she stays there for a long moment, her eyes closed, before she slides off and nestles against me. I kiss her lips, tasting her. I’m not surprised that there are notes of peanut butter–and pickles.

“I love you, Rose,” I whisper against her cheek.

“I love you, too, Eli,” she replies. Looking into my eyes, she clarifies, “I love all of you.”

I brush her hair back, and I can see she’s concerned about this fact. I am not concerned or surprised. I kiss her again before I say, “That’s okay. I’d rather have a quarter of you than none of you.”

Her eyebrows arch, but she doesn’t ask me more. She just nestles into my shoulder and falls asleep