Pregnant With Four Alphas' Babies: A Reverse Harem Romance Chapter 68: Not a Good Idea

*Mark*

All day, I’ve been tortured by the idea that Emily wants to see me in her room tonight, and I don’t want to go.

I know it’s my best chance at getting the information we need regarding Gene’s plans for Rose, but even the thought of putting a bag over Emily’s head and doing her makes me sick to my stomach.

I just don’t think I can do it.

Around 9:00, I get dressed in my pajamas and put on my silk bathrobe over them. I hope I don’t run into anyone as I make my way down the hallway. I haven’t told the other Alphas my plans at all because I didn’t want to try and explain my thinking, but now, I wish I would’ve said something to them.

I wish I would’ve sought their advice….

But then… I probably would’ve just gotten a bunch of jokes and wisecracks, and since my head was still hurting from having gotten hit in the skull with the basketball half a dozen times earlier in the day, I really wasn’t in the mood to discuss anything that might be difficult for any of them to understand.

Besides, I feel like the fewer people who know about this, the better.

As I sneak down the hallway to Emily’s room, I take my time, trying to control my breathing and keep my feet light. The last thing I need is for someone to come around the corner and see me!

“Hey, Mark!”

Shit…. Like that.

I turn around and see Eli coming down a side hallway with some booze in his hands. “Hey, Eli,” I greet, clearing my throat.

“Where are you off to? I was just going to get something stronger for us all to drink tonight. Well, all of us but Reece since he’s with Rose right now. Where are you going?”

“Why are you asking me so many questions?” I drag my hand through my hair. “Nowhere. I’m just going for a walk.”

He arches an eyebrow. “In that?”

“Yes. These are comfortable pajamas,” I tell him.

Eli continues to stare at me. “Okay,” he finally gives in. “Well, come join us when you get done… with your walk.”

“Right,” I say, and we are both eyeing each other suspiciously.

I decide I’ve had enough and move on, but I can feel his eyes on the back of me as I continue down the hall. I know when I turn to go down the hallway that heads toward Emily’s room, he will be all over me. So I decide to go a different way… for now.

I turn toward the library and wait a few minutes before I head back down the hallway. I poke my head around the corner, and Eli is gone.

“Thank the Moon Goddess,” I mutter, but as I cross the hall and head toward Emily’s room, I still feel like I am being watched.

I can’t think about this right now. I’m already nervous enough just thinking about what that banshee is going to say when I get to her room.

I knock on the door only once before it is flung open.

Emily is standing there, wearing some sort of leather lingerie number that leaves nothing to my imagination. It also leaves me with bile rising up in the back of my throat.

Her hair is swept back and hair sprayed in such a way that it looks like she’s got wind blowing in her face.

Did I step into a music video from the 1980s?

“Hello, Marcus,” she says in a deep, raspy voice, her charcoal-covered eyes stabbing through me.

“Hello?” It’s a question. My name isn’t Marcus. Mark isn’t actually short for anything, though I used to joke that my full name was Mark Twain Gray. People don’t read enough anymore to get that joke.

“Come in, Alpha,” she purrs, beckoning to me with one finger.

My knees feel wobbly as I walk into her room. I feel like this is a huge mistake.

Inside of her room, I see that she’s got her bed all ready to go. Gone are any signs of a normal bedspread. Instead, there are some sort of rubber sheets on the bed, and in each corner, attached to the posts, are cuffs.

“Lie down, Alpha, and I’ll make sure all of your wildest fantasies come true.” She attempts to smile at me, but it looks more like a snarl.

My mouth goes dry. “Uh… sure,” I say with trepidation. “Maybe in a bit. I’d like to….” I look around the room, trying to figure out what we can do first. I see a bottle of wine on the table. “Have a drink first.”

She sighs, rolls her eyes, and says, “Fine.” She walks over to the coffee table and picks up the bottle of wine, which is mostly full but not completely. She pours two glasses and hands me one. I sit down on the couch. I want to stay as far away from the bed as possible.

She sits next to me, curling up like she’s trying to get on my lap. “How was your day, gorgeous?” she asks me, running her fingers through my hair.

She smells like a flower garden puked all over her. It’s not just one floral scent but about thirty-seven of them, and the flowers she’s chosen don’t seem to like one another. It’s like they’re trying to beat each other up to get away from her.

“My day was… great,” I begin, realizing this is my opportunity. “I woke up at seven thirty-five. Then, I went to take a shower, but I noticed I was a little low on shampoo, so before I got into the shower, I had to go get some more, so I rummaged around under my sink, looking for some more, but I didn’t have any of the same kind, which was a bummer, because I really like that shampoo. It has a nice… unassuming scent to it. Then….”

I continue to talk for at least twenty minutes while Emily refills her wine glass at least four times. I sip mine slowly. The wine has no effect on me, but I don’t need to lose my head right now.

“Marcus!” she finally bellows. “Can we please just get on with it?” She goes to set the wine bottle down and misses the table. The glass bottle tumbles to the carpet, but it doesn’t shatter. Nor does it spill.

I figure she has about a bottle of wine in her now. She’s gotta be pretty wasted. Emily doesn’t weigh that much; her boobs make up most of her mass.

“Okay,” I affirm, setting my glass down. “But I wanna tie you up.” I try to use my most alluring voice to say the words.

“No, no, no!” she refutes, wagging her finger in my face. “You get tied up, first, Marky Mark!” She bops me on the nose like I'm a puppy.

“No, no, no,” I reply back to her in a similarly annoying voice. “You first.”

Rather than getting up, she flings a leg over the top of me, so that she’s straddling me on the couch. Her eyes are unfocused as she tries to speak to me. “What made you change your mind, Marky Mark?” she asks me. “Why did you decide to come and let Emily make you feel like a real man?”

I have not been expecting this question, so I’m not sure how to answer.

A lie springs to my head, and it’s easy for me to tell her because it’s founded in truth. “Uh, well, since Rose got pregnant, we haven’t been having sex as much.” I do realize that’s my fault. The other guys have continued with their turns lately. I’ve been the only holdout, and I feel really stupid about that now. “So I guess, I’m just having some urges.”

“Well,” she begins, her breath already turning sour from the wine, “Emily will take good care of you.” She moves her pelvis against mine, and it makes my stomach turn.

“And… Emily is going to tell me what King Gene has in store for Rose, too, right?” I remind her.

She giggles loudly. “Why? Why do you even want to know now? You’ve got Emily. You don’t fucking need her anymore!”

“While that’s true,” I admit, cursing myself for even telling the lie, “I still want to know what the… miserable bitch will have coming to her.” I hate myself right now for saying that about my beautiful Rose!

“Well, I will tell you everything, just as soon as you let me tie you up and whip that ass!” She tries to smile seductively at me, but she looks a lot like a drunk Jack-o-lantern that’s about to tumble off of some kid’s porch the day after Halloween.

Without another word, I scoop her up off my lap and carry her to the bed, still calling myself every name in the book.

What in the world was I thinking when I decided this was a good plan?