Pregnant with Four Alphas' Babies: A Reverse Harem Romance
Really, if there are criminals here, they can’t be the kind that would hurt babies, right?
I hope not….
I keep my face pressed to the window, waiting for another sign that we need to stop. In the distance, a train whistle blows, and I feel my stomach drop. “Driver, go to the train station,” I say. “And hurry.”
Without a word, the driver mashes the gas, and we take off, shooting through town on our way toward that haunting sound in the distance. It’s as if the train is crying for me because it knows….
The train is leaving–and my babies are on that train….