Pregnant With Four Alphas' Babies: A Reverse Harem Romance Chapter 92: Revenge

*Tristan*

A swooshing sound in the air alerts me to the fact that something heavy is flying in my direction, before I even hear Reece’s voice shouting in my head, “Watch out!”

I throw the bag toward a nearby rose bush and crouch down just in time to see a brown wolf tumble in front of me. I jump up, not giving him the time he needs to get up and regain his composure before I go for his neck. My teeth sink through the rough mane and into his jugular like a hot knife through butter; blood drips down the fur on my rostrum.

Looking around, I can hear snarling, the sound of pained howls and flesh tearing as they surround the place that was quiet moments ago.

To my right, Mark jumps and body slams his weight into a wolf making its way to Reece. Just as he does, I spot a black wolf jumping down at him from the roof of the abandoned house. How dare they try my ol’ one-two on us. This maneuver is my invention, and I hold the copyrights to such brilliance.

I lean back, place my weight on my hind legs, and leap, bending my head slightly as my target comes into view mid-air. I meet the flying wolf with my charging frame, releasing the tension in my back, deliberately placing all my weight forward, and slamming into the attacking black wolf.

The wolf doesn’t see me coming and flies into the wall of the house.

“Slam dunk!” I think as I land right in front of the wolf. He whimpers, trying to get back on his feet. “Tell your maker, Tristan says wassup!” I think as I tear out his throat.

A gray wolf comes charging at Eli from behind the house. “Time for the one ones,” I say to him through the mind-link.

“What the heck is that?” he replies, a sound of agitation and confusion in his voice.

“Just tackle him. I’ll do the second part,” I reply.

As the wolf gets closer to Eli, he bends his forefeet slightly and does a speedy crawl and jump at the wolf’s lower body. The crushing blow into its charging lower frame causes the wolf to tumble down. Before he can get up, I jump onto the wall, relying on the hard surface to give my hind feet a powerful spring. Leaning my weight to the side, I launch toward the wolf and pin him down with my paws.

I snarl and place my canines and incisors just at the base of his neck. I can see fear pass through the wolf’s green eyes as he looks at me, waiting for me to finish him off….

I don’t. Instead, I growl a warning causing the wolf to become still underneath me.

“We need him to tell us where Rose's parents are,” I explain to Eli. “You need to shift.”

“I’ll be naked! Do you think I’ll be as menacing if I interrogate him with my pecker hanging in his face?” Eli argues.

“The bag I had with me has some clothes,” I remind him. “Go put them on while I hold this idiot down,” I instruct, frustrated.

I continue snarling and baring my teeth at the wolf, although the fear in his eyes tells me he is done fighting.

“I don’t think there are any more wolves around,” Mark announces as he makes his way to where I still have the gray wolf trapped under me.

“Yeah,” Reece agrees as he joins Mark.

Eli returns with the bag. The gray wolf has shifted into him human form. I guess it’s a way to try to humanize himself to us and gain some type of sympathy so we don’t kill him.

Eli takes the trembling, disheveled man and starts tying him up. We also get dressed in shorts, not bothering to put on shirts, and surround the bound man.

“Where are the occupants of this house?” Eli asks the man. He shrugs and then spits out some blood. My pounce must have caused more damage than I thought.

“Where are the Alpha and Luna of this household?” I rephrase the question. Again the man shrugs defiantly. Despite the fear written all over his face, this man is no Morris. He is still trying to hold on to the thin mirage of bravery he still has left.

Mark bends down and slaps the man across his face. “You will answer when asked!”

I laugh. “I think I need to bring out some of my tools to loosen our friend’s tongue. I think I have just the thing to cure a case of ‘cat got your tongue.’”

I rummage through my bag, knowing I really don’t have any torture devices in there. My hand grasps something cold and I pull it out. I curse quietly when I realize all I have is one of those vegetarian beef jerky sticks. I’m not sure how I can use a stick of mashed vegetables as a torture device. Why had I even put this in the bag? What weird shit was I planning to use it for?

I shrug and turn back to the man, holding the vegetable jerky like a mysterious torture device. Maybe I could use it to poke out his intestines through his backside stinkhole.

The man takes a look at the jerky, and his eyebrows draw together. I pray he has no idea this is just a stick of vegetables.

“This, my friend, is a sweet-sweet torture device. If I shove it up your butt, you will chime like an ice-cream van before your honeyed death,” I say. The other three look at me perplexed. What am I trying to say? Well, I hope he gets the point. This device could torture the truth out of him, if I use it correctly. I wonder if the bendy stick can even go up his stinkhole? It will be interesting to find out.

The man swallows hard as he looks at my ‘torture device.’ “They don’t live here anymore. They moved up the cliff.” We all look to where the man is pointing with his chin and see a huge mansion in the distance.

“Where is Alpha Stephen?” Mark asks.

The man looks at Mark and doesn’t respond. I lift the stick and step toward him. He flinches.

“He’s with other men up there. They will attack you as soon as you get there,” he spills. I smile. Seems the vegetarian beef jerky has managed to get the truth from the fool.

Eli walks toward the rubble that’s scattered around from the previous fight. He picks up a log and begins to inspect it.

“Before you think about taking up a new career as a carpenter, maybe we should go up there and rescue Rose's parents,” I suggest.

Eli flashes a fake smile at me and walks toward the man. He lifts the hand with the log and crushes its weight against the guy’s temple. The man falls to his side with blood flowing from the wound on his head.

“Okay, I guess the bastard is out cold,” Reece observes.

“Or dead, who cares. Let’s go,” I say. We quickly shift back into our wolf forms and make our way up the cliff.

“What the hell did you bring that thing?” Eli asks through our mind-link.

“It worked didn’t it?” I answer plainly.

“Genius! For a moment, I thought you might be pulling out one of your sex toys,” Mark adds.

“I could figure out how to use it as such,” I ponder.

“Tristan, Tristan,” Mark laughs, shaking his head.

Before we even round the corner, we can make out the figures of our targets surrounding the mansion on top of the cliff.

They seem oblivious to our advancement. It proves fairly easy to fight through Stephen’s wolf barriers.

“Head for the door. We’ll join you shortly,” Mark gives the order to me as he finishes fighting the last of the wolves surrounding the mansion.

The world begins to take on a red hue as my vision spreads out to the surrounding area, and through the trees. A huge gray wolf with brown speckles sees me coming toward the entrance of the mansion and stalks toward me. He’s about seven feet high and four feet wide. His legs are wide as tree trunks, and he has menacing, poised claws on each of them.

He opens his slightly pointed maw and hisses while baring his numerous razor-sharp teeth at me. Stalking forward, he’s in no rush, completely confident in his victory before the fight even begins.

“Fuck,” I curse silently. What the hell is this monster?

I begin breathing rapidly as the blood courses through my body, preparing for a full-on fight. This wolf isn’t going to be a pushover. I can feel a predatory howl fill my chest, and I let it loose. The other wolf emits a low growl and rushes toward me in a head-on charge. Even with the increased speed of my perception, the wolf’s charge is a blur of movement.

I lunge forward as fast and focused as I can be. The wolf leaps at me, claws extended, and I jump to meet its charge. We collide midair, and the wolf’s claws dig into my chest. I close my eyes and force my full weight into him, ignoring the pain.

“One-two,” Mark’s voice sounds in my head. I tumble underneath the wolf and swipe my forefoot at the wolf's hind feet; he loses his balance. Just as he does, Mark has the other wolf’s neck in his mouth, tearing fur and flesh from it. The wolf’s lifeless body slumps in a heap on my side.

I get up, nodding a thank you to my friend, and we all enter the house where Alpha Stephen should be.

Stephen is an Alpha, and it’s not difficult to communicate with him using the mind-link.

He’s standing between two chairs where a man and a woman are bound. I deduce that they’re Rose's parents.

“Give up, Alpha Stephen. It’s four against one,” Reece tells him.

He has the same look the gray wolf at the old house had: fear and stubbornness.

“You might have won the battle, but the war is just beginning,” he counters.

The four of us advance in his direction.

“Let’s capture the bastard. We’ll take him prisoner for this,” Eli suggests.

We all agree and continue our advance. He takes a look at all of us, smirks, and jumps out through the window behind him.

Mark charges after him, but the selfish coward takes one of his wounded men in his mouth like a mother would a pup, and throws him at Mark. Mark catches the wolf in his mouth and tears at him in rage. By the time he’s done, Alpha Stephen has disappeared into the forest.

“What if this was just a ploy to get us out of the palace? Emily might be attacking Rose as we speak,” Reece suggests.

As we all dwell on the possibility, Eli clarifies, “I just spoke to Beta Adam. He says Rose is fine. Stephen’s men and Emily are nowhere near the castle.”

We all sigh in relief as we start trying to untie Alpha Howard and Luna Karen.

“Something still feels off,” I muse to the other three.