Pregnant with Four Alphas' Babies: A Reverse Harem Romance
I set my glass down and wipe at my brow.
“Marky, are you all right?” Barbara asks me, but she doesn’t seem really concerned.
Sweat is rolling off of my forehead. I stammer a few times, trying to get some words out, but something is definitely wrong.
Barbara is smiling wickedly at me. “You look awful, Marky. Are you hot? Perhaps we should get you out of those clothes!”
My eyes flicker closed and the wine glass falls from my hand, bouncing off of the table and spilling on the carpet. I note how the purple-red liquid looks like… blood.