Pregnant With Four Alphas' Babies: A Reverse Harem Romance Chapter 83: Could it Work?

*Tristan*

I listen to Mark trying to convince Rose that everything is going to be all right, but I’m not completely sure he’s convincing her.

He isn’t convincing me. We still have a lot left to do.

Before I can suggest that we get back to the dance, Eli says, “Alpha Stephen is a notoriously evil man. I’m not sure that having Emily team up with him is really the way to go.”

“Well, we’ll just have to make sure they hook up and get as far away from the castle as possible so that they aren’t where they can hurt Rose or the babies,” Mark adds.

“We need to get back there,” I declare. “We’ve left Reece holding down the fort for long enough. We’ve got to make sure we can convince Gene to send Emily off to marry Stephen or whoever without it making a problem for us.”

“Are you okay with us leaving again?” Eli asks Rose.

“Yes, of course,” she assures us. “If that’s what it takes for this plan to work.”

Mark kisses her on the right cheek, Eli kisses her on the left cheek, and I wait for them both to move before leaning down and kissing her sweet lips.

“Really, Tristan?” Mark asks, his panties in a wad again.

“Well, I can’t help it if you guys carry your balls in bowling ball bags. Let’s go.”

Rose giggles, and I wink at her.

The others head toward the door, and I follow along. Kelly is on our heels, ready to lock up behind us.

“See you later, beautiful!” I call, giving Rose a little wave. The others say something sweet, too, but I’m too busy staring at her lovely face to catch it.

We walk down the hallway together, back toward the ballroom. “This plan isn’t going to work the way that you want it to,” Eli tells Mark. “If anything, King Gene will have Alpha Stephen stay and marry Emily, and the rest of us will get booted out.”

“Well, then, we’ll just have to fight to stay,” I say before Mark has a chance to respond.

“Why would we do that?” Mark asks. “Let’s just take Rose somewhere safe and be done with it.”

“No way,” I refute, shaking my head. “Our babies are meant to be royals one day. We can’t take that away from them.”

“Our babies will be better off in any other occupation,” Mark shoots back.

I want to continue to argue with him, but we have arrived in the ballroom, and it turns out that the other Alphas are leaving.

“What’s happening?” I ask, jumping between a few of them and the door.

“Sorry, Alpha Tristan,” one of them, Alpha Dan, apologizes. “We see that Emily is preoccupied.” He claps me on the shoulder. “It’s just as well. That girl is a bitch!” he adds quietly.

“But… did you even dance with her?” I ask, trying to chase Alpha Dan and the others down. It does me no good. They are leaving.

At least Alpha Stephen is still here. He’s dancing with Emily, and King Gene is talking to a couple of the other more sinister Alphas. Maybe we still have a chance at marrying the murdering bitch off.

Reece is talking to Mark and Eli, and it looks like he’s filling them in on what we missed, and possibly they are also telling him the same about what he missed from what happened in Eli’s room.

“So Emily actually tried to bribe Morris into killing Rose?” Reece is saying as I approach.

“That’s right,” Mark tells him. “What are the chances that she didn’t approach any of the other Alphas and try to pay them off to kill her as well?”

“Do you think anyone else is desperate enough to try to do that?” Eli asks.

“I hope not,” Mark replies. “We’ll have to be extra diligent for the next few days.

I sigh, my hands pushed down in my pockets, and gaze around the dance floor. Even the band seems bored. They’re playing a version of a rock song I think I recognize, but it’s so slow and somber, it sounds more like a death march or a funeral dirge.

The place still looks nice, even if that’s probably because half of the room wasn’t even used. Only about thirty people were here, and this room fits hundreds. Kelly and Shelby did a great job setting up the tables, but even the flowers in the centerpieces look like they are bored. They seem to be staring down at the silver tablecloths like they are reaching for the sun.

Or just hiding their faces.

I notice that Alpha Stephen and Emily are approaching Gene now, and the other Alphas that were standing around him take off, leaving the three of them together to discuss… whatever it might be that Emily thinks she’s convinced Alpha Stephen to do.

“What do you think they’re talking about?” Reece asks, trying not to stare at the trio.

“I’m not a betting man, but if I were, I’d put my money on them discussing whether or not Alpha Stephen is good king material,” Eli hypothesizes.

“I hope so,” Mark adds. “It would be great if this could all be over soon. I’m getting really tired of people threatening Rose’s life.”

“Well, there’s only one way to find out,” I say. A waiter walks by with a few glasses of champagne. I pluck one off and down it before I head over to where Gene, Emily, and Stephen are chatting.

“Tristan!” I hear Mark growl, but I ignore him. He’s not the boss of me, and I can do whatever I please.

I walk over to them and clap Stephen on the shoulder. “Hey, old buddy!” I say with a fake grin. “You sure look nice tonight for… an old guy. For a–” I clear my throat when I see his eyebrows shoot up. “For a guy. That’s… old.”

“What do you want, Tristan?” King Gene growls at me like I’m interfering in his very important discussion.

“Nothing. I just wanted to come over and see what’s going on, that’s all. Emily is our guest of… honor.” I have to clear my throat before I choke that last word out. She doesn’t seem like she should ever be the guest of honor at anything, not even her own funeral.

“Alpha Stephen and I have hit it off,” Emily announces with a flirtatious smile. “He’s very kind and loving. Unlike… some people I know. And I was just discussing with my uncle how it doesn’t seem fair that Alpha Stephen, the most powerful Alpha in our kingdom, wasn’t considered to be the next king.”

“That is a strange situation,” I rub my chin, mockingly. “Well, I’m sure King Gene had a good reason.” Although, I’m sure he doesn’t, because he never has a good reason for anything.

“Yes, I did,” King Gene replies, rocking back and forth from his heels to his toes. “As Alpha Tristan so eloquently put it, Alpha Stephen is old. I wanted a young Alpha to provide an heir and to become the husband to my cousin. But… with all of the shenanigans going on around here, well, Emily makes some good arguments for why it would make sense for me to have an older Alpha take over after me.”

“And for me to have my own heir!” Emily pouts, folding her arms and sticking out her bottom lip.

“Yes, yes, but as I’ve told you before, it is important to me for you to maintain your virtue, my dear cousin.” King Gene says with his face so straight, I almost choke trying not to laugh.

He really thinks that Emily is a virgin?

I will have to excuse myself since I can’t stand here and listen to this much longer. “Well, Emily, I hope you get someone that deserves you… someone that you deserve.”

She looks at me like I have said something touching. “Thank you, Alpha Tristan. I always thought you were too good for that disgusting Breeder bitch.”

“And… this is where I leave you.” I turn around and walk away so I don’t ram my fist through her chest, pluck out the black lump of coal that is her heart, and shove it up her ass.

When I reach the other Alphas, I am breathing deeply, and I have mostly calmed myself. “Well?” Eli asks.

I nod. “She’s working on it. She’s trying to convince Gene that he should let her have her own heir and that Stephen should be the father and the next king.”

“But that’s not what we want!” Reece exclaims.

“Listen, you’re not going to have it both ways,” Mark tells him. “Let’s just focus on getting Emily married off to someone else. Then we’ll worry about the rest of it, the babies being kings and queens and all of that, all right?”

I take a deep breath, hold it, and then slowly blow it out. I tend to agree with Reece. I’m not ready to hand all of this over to Alpha Stephen, but I do agree that making sure that Rose and the babies are safe is our first priority.

Then… we’ll have to worry about everything else.