Pregnant With Four Alphas' Babies: A Reverse Harem Romance Chapter 95: Under Attack

*Tristan*

A commotion outside causes me to pause with my coffee mug halfway to my mouth. I gaze over at Mark, who looks at me with a similarly perplexed gaze.

“What is happening out there? What’s that noise?” I ask as I strain my ears to listen to what a voice from outside is saying.

All I can make out is a female voice saying something about the capital. I put my mug down a little too hard and some coffee spills out. I don’t care about the mess and head out the door of the dining hall. Mark follows close behind me as we make our way to where the commotion is coming from.

“Oh, you're not so tough now are you, King Gene? I thought you were the almighty king, but it seems you’re just a delusional piece of royal ass. Guess who got power over the capital? We do! We do! And we did this right under your nose. All powerful royal army my bouncy ass,” a woman exclaims as she walks up and down the stairs leading into the main hall.

“Who is that?” Mark asks me.

I shrug. The woman is tall and slim with midnight black hair that flows down to just above her butt. The long flowy black dress she’s wearing gives the appearance of a rebellious gothic flare. As we stand and look at her, she turns and eyes us with a look just as black as her hair, her eyes fixated on us.

“Oh, if it’s not the famous Alphas. Where were you when we were taking over the capital? I thought you were the strongest and most feared around these parts. I wonder why either of you would even be considered for the role of king…. Seeing as a similarly incompetent jerk nominated you, why am I even surprised?”

“You will not speak so disrespectfully of your king!” Mark shouts at her.

We advance toward the woman, and she looks at us and sneers. “Whose king? Do you mean short stuff in there? You really still think he’s king after I’ve just told you that we have taken charge of the capital?”

I frown. Who is this woman and who is ‘we’? Had Stephen somehow come back and attacked the capital? Or is she Alpha Kane’s messenger?

The woman seems like she’s not making any effort to get away from us as we get closer to her. I would expect her to have made a run for the woods by now. It’s either she has guts, is stupid, or desires to die.

When we are a few feet from her, she runs in the opposite direction before pathetically tripping over her feet and tumbling to the ground. She throws her hands up and waves them with so much exaggeration and cries out, “Oh, no. I fell.”

This is the worst acting I have seen since my high school drama club days. What is this crazy lady’s deal? We catch up to her fallen form and force her to her feet.

“Oh, aren’t you both gentlemen? How dare you manhandle a woman?”

I frown as we half drag her into the castle. This whole display seems like a play straight out of an ‘Acting for Dummies’ book. As we take her to King Gene, she doesn’t put up any struggle.

The king is pacing up and down the war room when we get there with the woman.

“This lady was in the front yard claiming to have taken control of the capital,” Mark announces.

The king looks at the woman and frowns. “I heard someone attacked the capital. I had no idea Luna Barbara was behind the attack. Why do you come here? Why did you attack the capital? Who sent you?”

Again, I can’t help but frown. The king seems to be reading from a poorly written script of his own.

“No one sent me. I just wanted everyone to see how poorly you are doing as a king. People shouldn’t relax thinking they are safe. You’re so pathetic,” Luna Barbara spits.

I look from the king to this Luna Barbara. Something feels off.

“We’ll throw her in the dungeon until we decide what to do with her,” I explain as I turn to drag her toward the dungeon.

“Wait. Luna Barbara can’t be thrown in the dungeon. Erm, she is very important and could prove very useful for my, erm, fight against Kane,” King Gene counters.

Again I turn to look at him. What is going on here?

“How would she be useful against Kane’s army? Do you want to use her as bait or something? Does the old man Kane have a weakness for malnourished women?” I ask.

The king runs his hand through his hair. I can’t help but think he is trying to cook up some elaborate lie and is buying time.

“Her pack is powerful; we could do a trade with them, yes. We will tell them to give us some of their strongest men in exchange for her release. We could do with more fighters,” he suggests.

“Is that so?” I muse. “Why can’t you just command them if you’re their Alpha King?”

He just glares at me, not answering.

“So what do we do with her?” Mark asks.

I look at him, wondering if he is sensing how odd this whole thing sounds.

“I have a collar with me here. We will allow her to roam the castle with the collar on. I will use the collar to track her movements to make sure she can’t escape,” King Gene explains.

He takes out a blue collar from his desk drawer and brings it to where we stand, still grasping Luna Barbara. He tries to stand on his tippy toes to reach her neck but fails. I shake my head and let go of Luna Barbara knowing Mark still has her in his grasp. I pick up the king like a little boy and lift him up. After he fastens the collar around her neck, I place him back down.

My eyes keep going to the collar, and I frown. “Isn’t that a dog collar? How are we to keep track of her with a dog collar on? Is she going to be on a leash? I don’t see any trackers.”

“I got it from Emily’s toy box a while ago. It has a GPS tracking system, it’s just super small, and the collar is not so easy to remove,” he clarifies, attempting to make his case.

“You mean its click-on buckle is really that difficult to remove? I guess since a dog can’t remove it, Luna Barbara here won’t be able to remove it either. She does seem like a bitch. I’m waiting for a hidden camera crew to jump out and yell, ‘Cut, you’ve just been pranked.’” I don’t bother to mask the sarcasm in my voice.

The king looks at me, a look of intimidation and defiance in his eyes. “Do you dare to question my word?”

“Not at all. I mean, you know Luna Barbara better than any of us. If you say she can’t take off a dog collar on her own, I believe you. She couldn’t even run away when she tried, so who knows?” I reply.

I wonder if Mark is buying this whole act. Something seems unusual about this whole arrangement.

* * *

Later, in the shower, I lather my hair for the third time as I try to digest everything that happened today. A woman who launched a supposed attack on the capital is roaming free around the castle, with a dog collar on. Had my life switched from reality to some sort of elaborate prank show?

I dry myself from my shower and walk back into my room with a huge towel wrapped around my waist. When I get into my room, I freeze. Luna Barbara is standing near my bookshelf wearing one of the maid costumes I keep in my party closet. The maid costume is so short that half her ass is hanging out of it.

She is fake-dusting my room with the feather duster that goes with the outfit. When she sees me, she bends over. I realize that she isn’t wearing any underwear.

“What the hell are you doing in my room?” I ask as I avert my gaze from her bare bottom.

“Oh, I didn’t see you there. King Gene decided to punish my bad-bad behavior with some hard labor. He said good behavior is rewarded.” She bats her eyelashes at me and smiles at me suggestively.

What in the royal Emily Part Two is this?