Pregnant With Four Alphas' Babies: A Reverse Harem Romance Chapter 80: A Sword with Two Edges

*Mark*

“It couldn’t have been bird’s poop. The stuff smelled like rancid egg fart in a jar. It soaked my hair and clothes. I had to shampoo my hair ten times just to get the smell off me. There was someone up there playing a sick prank on me.”

I try to stifle my laughter as I pass Emily’s room. She is complaining to her new chambermaid about last night, and I can only conclude she was the one Rose’s puke landed on. How fitting! Rose had literally puked on her nemesis without even meaning to. The Moon Goddess has a great sense of humor.

“Hey, Marky-Mark? How was your night?” Eli asks when we gather to iron out the finer details about tonight. The Betas and Alphas are all set to show up soon to vie for Emily’s affections.

“It was awesome. Rose puked on Emily’s head,” I say.

They all gape at me.

“What weird threesome BDSM party did you all have last night? Does Emily have a vomit fetish? Why wasn’t I invited to this party? I am the king of weird shit!” Tristan announces.

I try to find where to start narrating the story, but I don’t want them to know all the details about our secret rendezvous. “It wasn’t intentional. No threesome either. With Emily? Gross. Rose vomited without knowing Emily was outside, then the vomit landed on Emily’s head. Emily has no idea that it was Rose, though. So let’s keep it that way.”

They all make the sign of zipping their mouths.

“Although, I am still curious. How did Rose’s vomit land on a person’s head who was outside? Y’all were doing some weird shit, I’m telling you,” Tristan probes as he waves a finger at me.

I shrug and smile cockily. “Well, details are of no importance right now. Just bask in the knowledge that the witch got herself some sweet vomit-rain.”

* * *

I pass the day going through some papers, and catching up with everything that has been going on with my pack.

When I’m finally done, it’s almost dusk. We all reconvene in Eli’s room. As we are about to discuss tonight, there is a knock at the door, and Beta Adam walks in.

“The Alphas and Betas have started to arrive,” he announces.

We all decide it’s time to go welcome our guests.

“Do you think the king will have a fit when he finds out we organized all this without his knowledge and approval?” Reece asks.

“Huh, let him throw a tantrum even. Maybe the anger will make him grow an inch or two,” Tristan exclaims.

Food and snack platters are arranged on the long dining hall table for a buffet-style meal. Carafes containing a range of wines are placed between the platters to fill the empty places. The plates, glasses, and cutlery have been set at each end of the table.

At one end of the hall, a dance floor has been established, set off with balloons and flowers.

There are some recognizable faces in the crowd. Some folks were there that I never would have guessed would be there.

I notice Alpha Morris standing in the room's corner. His mournful eyes dart around like a deer caught in headlights, and he stands with his shoulders hunched. With his lanky frame, he ought to continue moving about slumped over, in my opinion. The ceilings are high, but he could easily hit his head on some of the low-hanging chandeliers.

I can’t help but wonder if he really thinks Emily would choose someone like him. Although he is an Alpha, something about his stature says frail and needy. Then again, Emily might love having a man she can control and dominate. Anything was possible; he could win her affection and shock us all.

“You stepped on my foot,” Beta Eric is complaining loudly. We all turn to see Alpha Stephen towering over him and daring him to accuse him again.

“No, your foot got under mine. You should be the one apologizing,” Alpha Stephen bellows at the poor Beta. Beta Eric cowers away from the menacing Alpha who has just entered.

“Who invited that evil jerk? I hate that guy. He is so vile… and so old. Do you remember the story about when he continuously ordered his chefs to be thrown into the dungeon all because they couldn’t make his coffee right?” Eli asks.

“Yep. And I hear all his female staff have to sign on a big board whenever they start their periods. He wants to know so that they don’t touch his food or are anywhere around him,” Reece adds.

I can’t help but frown, wondering what the reason for that would be. I don’t have to voice my inquiry, as Tristan explains, “It’s apparently because he says menstruating women have loads of drama. He now orders all of the female servants to stay on active birth control pills throughout their tenure in his household to block their periods. And he apparently has someone to check all women daily to ensure that they aren’t having their period. If they’re caught in the red zone, they’re sent to the dungeons for a month and then fired right after.”

I had always known he was a wicked man, but this was all too much to comprehend.

“He is so evil; he would be the perfect match for Emily. They are truly two of a kind,” Eli recognizes. Before we can answer, he opposes his prior reasoning. “But that would be double the trouble and treachery.”

“That’s right. We need to find her a weakling who won’t be a threat to anyone, especially not to Rose,” I clarify.

“Ahh, how about Willy Wonka there?” Tristan asks as he gestures to Alpha Morris.

But suddenly, King Gene walks in with Emily hanging on his arm.

“What the hell is this ruckus? Who organized this in my palace without my permission?” he shouts, causing all the attendees to turn and glare at him.

Tristan steps in his direction. “Your Majesty, this is a ball we organized in honor of Miss Emily here.”

Emily bats her long feathery lashes at Tristan. “I didn’t request anyone to do such a thing,” she argues.

“No, we did. We thought you deserve a ball to honor your, erm, beauty.” He seems to struggle to say the last word.

“Oh, is that so?”

I can tell from the pink hue in her cheeks that she is flattered, but the red color on the king’s face tells an opposing story.

“Who approved of this said plan?” King Gene demands.

“Oh, but don’t you see? They did this for me. They’re showing that they care for me for a change. Don’t you want me to be happy, cousin?” This time she blinks rapidly at her cousin.

“Yes, but….” King Gene takes a few moments to ponder the situation before sighing. “Perhaps this will be a great opportunity to get some Alphas to side with us against Alpha Kane. At the very least, we could get to know who they ally themselves with, Alpha Kane or myself. I guess it could be beneficial to the pack.”

We all nod and chorus how that was our thinking too.

Tristan offers his arm to Emily. “My lady,” he says in his most charming voice. He then leads her toward Alpha Morris. After chatting with both of them a bit, he leaves Emily there and returns.

“I tried to give him a good playing field to win her. If he messes up the clear-cut scene I set for him, then he is really wonky. Not even a wizard will be able to save him,” he jokes when he comes back to us.

“Maybe she won’t fall for an Alpha from a pack as weak and small as the Sapling Pack,” I say.

We give Alpha Morris some space to work his… magic… with Emily, and after a few minutes of gossiping about the night’s attendees, Alpha Morris walks toward us with a defeated look etched on his scrawny facial features.

“She told me to go to hell and fuck fire. I guess I’m just not her type,” he says, crestfallen, and then he walks toward the doors that lead into the garden dejectedly.

“You’ll get ‘em next time, big guy,” Tristan shouts after him and nods his head resolutely.

“I think I should follow him, just to make sure he doesn’t go hang himself from a tree or something,” I say.

“Or drown himself in a chocolate fountain at his factory,” Tristan adds.

I follow Alpha Morris. When I get outside, I look around to try to find him and see a figure standing at the entrance of the labyrinth. As I approach, I can hear him on the phone talking to someone excitedly. I frown as his mood shifts from sad to suddenly excited, which is perplexing.

As I near him, I overhear him say, “Hey, Father. I have great news that could have a positive impact on the future of our pack. I got a preposition from King Gene’s cousin, Emily. She offered me one hundred thousand dollars to get rid of some Breeder and bring her back home to the pack house with me....”