Pregnant With Four Alphas' Babies: A Reverse Harem Romance Chapter 86: An Alpha Undercover

*Reece*

I keep having to do a double-take each time I pass in front of a mirror or reflective surface. I always heard girls say makeup was supposed to enhance a person’s beauty. This makeup wasn’t enhancing anything about me; it just makes me look like a total stranger with ridiculously high cheekbones.

I touch my nose as I realize how small it appears, but when I grasp it, I can tell it is still the same size. Makeup can really create illusions. I’m glad, however, that shaving my nose down didn't mean cutting it off.

Shelby and Kelly are out making arrangements for the surprise baby shower they plan to throw for Rose. I was told to keep my lips sealed tight about it or else Kelly will shove the toe of her boot up my behind. I plan to keep quiet about the surprise as I doubt she was joking about the consequences.

I walk over to where Rose is sitting, reading yet another romance novel.

“How many of those do you read per day?” I ask, genuinely curious. When she looks up at me, her eyes widen for a split second, and she giggles.

“You look so different that I keep getting surprised every time I see you. I keep thinking a stranger broke into my room. Oh, and I read maybe one a day, or a few each week. It depends on the length of the book. You should read these as well.”

I chuckle. “You want me to read a romance novel? That sounds like something a girl would do. Give me a manly book with blood and gore, and I’ll bury myself in those pages.” I don’t want to let on that I love a good romance novel myself now and then. Okay, maybe I actually read them often.

She looks up at me and flashes me a dazzling smile. “I wonder where it is then… where you learn your romantic tendencies from. Reading romance novels could be very informative to guys. You could learn a thing or two from the male leads.”

“My romantic side is natural, baby. I was born this way. A book can’t teach me anything I don’t already know,” I say as I lick my lips and rub my hands suggestively.

She throws her head back and laughs. The sound is as beautiful as the music of angels.

“So what is this?” She mimics the action of rubbing her hands and licking her lips.

“That’s swag, my love.”

“Swag? Who told you that girls find that romantic? You look like a thirsty mosquito or a praying mantis.”

I pout playfully at her. “Ouch! That hurts.” I clasp at my chest.

“I’m sorry, but it’s true. Men think wiggling their eyebrows at us or doing what you were doing is sexy, but really, it isn’t, especially when you’re dressed like that.”

I shrug and slump on the bed next to her. “I just thought it was romantic, you know?”

She leans over to the side of the bed and pulls out a romance book from under the pillow. “Use this. It’s the best manual for what girls really like.”

I take the book and study the cover. A man is kissing the neck of a woman whose blouse is slightly off her shoulder.

“Blah,” I say and toss the book to the side. I actually think I’ve read it before.

“Continue being a praying mantis then,” she says.

“No, I want to learn. I would rather you teach me, though. I don’t want to know what those women in the stories want. I want to know what you want.”

A pink shade creeps into her cheeks. “Are you sure you want to know what I want?”

I lean my weight on my elbow and prepare to take mental notes. “Of course. I want to know what the woman I love desires. Teach me, my love.”

She cups my chin in her warm hands. “Assure me that you’ll give me what I need without complaining. I really want this badly. If you can give it to me just how I want it, you can rub your hands and lick your lips all you want. I won’t call you a hungry mosquito or praying mantis; I’ll just look at you with admiring and loving eyes. So are you ready to give me what I want?”

I reach down to loosen the servant chinos I’m wearing. As she speaks, I can feel them tighten around my groin. It’s either they are shrinking, or something inside them is growing bigger.

“I am ready to give you whatever you want and any way you want it, darlin’. Just say the word.”

She looks deep into my eyes and leans in. I feel her sweet breath caressing my skin. I think she’s going to kiss me, so I close my eyes.

“I want some pickles and peanut butter.”

Damn! She had my mind racing there for a bit. Parts of me had woken up to those suggestions, yet I was way off.

“You are such a tease,” I complain.

“I told you, the best manual,” she raises the book she’s reading in the air and waves it.

“I guess you’re right,” I answer. I will my mind to calm down the tension built in my pants. I think of Emily blowing me a kiss and winking, and the imagery works like a charm to deflate my manhood.

“Where are Shelby and Kelly? One of them could bring some for me,” Rose suggests.

“They are out… running errands. On a scale of one to ten, how badly do you need to eat pickles and peanut butter right now?”

“A hundred,” she responds without hesitating. Pregnancy cravings are indeed a thing.

“Okay. I’ll have to go and get you the snack. I pray no one sees me. If they do, I hope they don’t recognize me.”

“I don’t recognize you. I’m sure no one else will.”

I nod and make my way out the door and toward the kitchen. My heart stops when I see Beta Adam making his way toward me. I look down at the ground and hope he pays me no mind. Although his wife knows the whole plan, I doubt he has been told.

As we pass each other, he stops.

“Hey, who are you? You’re coming from Lady Rose’s room. What were you doing in there? I’ve never seen you around here, and male servants don’t have chamber duties.” Beta Adam shouts. “Don’t make me ask again.”

I wonder if I should stop and answer or continue on my way. He takes quick steps after me and grabs my arm.

“Chill, man. It’s me,” I whisper.

He looks at me confused. “You, who?”

I roll my eyes. “Alpha Reece.”

“You must think I’m stupid. I know Alpha Reece, and you, sir, or not him.”

“Boom shakalaka laka?” I say desperately. I see the menacing look leaving his eyes.

“Alpha Reece? That’s really you? What are you doing here? Why are you dressed like this?” Beta Adam’s questions flew out one after another.

“Long story, but my cover can’t be blown. I need to go grab pickles and peanut butter. Pregnancy things,” I say quickly.

As we prepare to go to the kitchen, Emily comes rushing down the hallway.

“What is all this noise?” she asks.

She looks at me and dismisses me like I am invisible.

“I was just talking to this servant here,” Beta Adam explains.

“Who the hell is he? Why is he moving around these parts of the palace? Male servants aren’t allowed on this side unless they’re fetching one of us for the king. What are you doing here? Are you a pervert? A peeping Tom? Speak, you dirty piece of filth,” Emily demands as she looks at me.

I raise my head to look at her. My heart is racing, but her insult struck a nerve. Who was she calling filth? As my eyes fixate on her face, she spits into my eyes.

“Don’t you dare look me in the eye, pervert! My cousin will hear about such insolence,” she threatens and marches off.

“Damn, I’m sure she will bring the king. I forgot servants can’t look the masters and madams in the eye. I was still in my Alpha element there. My bad. I need to leave.”

We speed walk back to Rose’s room.

“Darlin’, Beta Adam will have to look after you. He will get you your peanut butter and pickles. I need to go now. I love you,” I insist as I bend down to kiss her.

“But…” she stammers.

“Beta Adam will explain.”

I hear footsteps coming down the hall. I jump out of the window and hold onto the ledge as I listen.

I can hear the booming voice of the king coming from Rose’s room. “Where is he?”

“Who?” I hear Beta Adam ask.

“That perverted derelict servant you were standing with in the hallway.” Emily’s voice says firmly.

“I wasn’t standing with anyone. I was here all this while just about to go and get Lady Rose her snack,” Beta Adam says defensively.

“You are a liar. I saw you with a weird-looking servant in the hallway. He even had the nerve to look me in my eyes, and I spit in his face.”

“Miss Emily, I think all the sex you had with Alpha Stephen last night messed with your head. I was not in the hallway, and there was no strange servant. Alpha Stephen left in such a hurry today saying the spanking games you demanded from him got a bit too wild. Are you sure you didn’t get a knock on your head during the whole wild sex thing?”

I can hear the king clearing his throat noisily. I stifle a laugh. Purity myth busted!

When I hear footsteps move away and Emily’s loud voice fading as she insists, “It’s not what you think cousin,” I climb down and quickly shift into my wolf form, making pace to try to catch up with the other Alphas.