Chapter 205: Should I Call This a Harem?
Ana let out a soft sigh as she finished checking me, her expression calm and professional for someone who was also one of my lovers. Being with a doctor felt dangerously convenient—like having a personal healer who knew every inch of me intimately.
Being the girlfriend of five alphas who had all touched far too many parts of my life felt even more absurd, their scents and presences lingering like an inescapable web of affection and possession.
Should I call this a harem? I wondered, the term bubbling up with a mix of thrill and embarrassment. Maybe not. That word sounded too messy, too dramatic, too public. But at the same time, it also felt weirdly fitting.
I had the attention of five alphas, all of them doting on me in their own way—fierce protectors, tender lovers—and somehow, I felt less like a girlfriend and more like an emperor trapped in a very soft, very affectionate court.
A pregnant emperor, to be exact, one who kept changing outfits because my clothes kept getting stained and ruined by leaks, spills, and the relentless changes of my body.
I was sitting on Ana’s lap while she held me close, one arm wrapped securely around my waist, the other steadying me with a gentle confidence that made me feel both safe and completely spoiled. Her alpha scent enveloped me, her thighs firm beneath me. Her lips brushed my ear as she spoke, sending a shiver racing down my spine despite the ache in my back.
"Mhm... let me play," she murmured, voice low and teasing, her breath hot against my skin.
I tilted my head back a little, giving her a suspicious look through half-lidded eyes. "You say that like you’re not already playing with me."
"I am," she admitted easily, her fingers flexing against my hip. "But right now, your pregnant belly is in the way, so I’m being patient. Barely."
I snorted, the sound muffled against her shoulder. "That is not patience. That is frustration, bottled up and waiting to explode."
Ana smiled against my ear, her teeth grazing the lobe lightly, clearly amused. "Maybe a little. You’re too distracting, all curves and glow."
I narrowed my eyes at her, heat pooling low despite my protest. "You want to play a different game with me—one that doesn’t involve my doctor checking my vitals."
"That’s true," she said without shame, her free hand drifting lazily up my arm.
I made a small, offended sound and shifted in her lap as much as my belly allowed, feeling the press of her body against mine. "Is everything alright with the baby and me? Be straight with me, Ana."
Ana’s teasing softened at once, her alpha instincts kicking in. She moved one hand to my stomach, warm and reassuring through my thin shirt, palm splaying wide to feel the subtle kicks.
Her expression became all doctor again—focused, expert—even while she still held me like a lover, possessive and close. "Yes. Everything is fine. Heartbeats strong, growth on track. You’re both doing beautifully."
I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding, tension easing from my shoulders. "Good. That’s... really good."
Her thumb stroked a small, hypnotic circle over my bump, tracing the taut skin, before she glanced down at me with that maddeningly calm look of hers—eyes dark with unspoken want. Then, far too casually, she added, "Your breasts will probably get a bit bigger too—fuller, heavier, absolutely overflowing with promise."
I stared at her, mouth agape. "What the heck?! My back already hurts enough as it is, and now you’re painting this picture?"
Ana’s mouth twitched into a sultry grin, her voice dipping to a husky rumble that vibrated through her chest into mine. "That’s normal—and fucking gorgeous. They’re filling out for the milk, swelling into these perfect, lush handfuls that’ll strain every bra you own. Hormones pumping them up, making every inch more sensitive, more tempting—nipples darkening, skin stretching taut over all that creamy fullness."
"That is not comforting," I whispered, my pulse quickening even as I squirmed.
"It should be," she purred, her hand sliding deliberately up my side to cup the heavy underside of my breast, lifting it slightly as if testing its weight. The touch sent a jolt straight to my core.
"Mphhmm!"
"Your chest is prepping like a dream—tissue thickening, veins tracing those irresistible curves like a roadmap for my mouth. And that colostrum? It’s pure gold. Warm, sweet milk that slicks everything up, turns the slightest brush into wildfire. Benefits like that—natural lube, intoxicating taste—make you utterly irresistible. I could worship them for hours."
I frowned, instinctively pressing my arms tighter against my body as if that would somehow halt the inevitable changes, but her hand stayed firm, warm. "You make it sound so clinical, like I’m a specimen."
"It’s clinical magic," she whispered, her fingers tracing the swell with agonizing slowness, thumb circling the edge of my nipple through the fabric. "Bigger means fuller—soft, heavy globes begging to be squeezed, milk beading at the tip. It’s your secret weapon: nourishes the baby, but for us? Lubricates every fantasy, tastes like heaven, heightens every sensation till you’re trembling. Feel how ready they are already? So tender, so full..."
"That is exactly why it sounds terrifying," I muttered, heat flooding my face, my thighs clenching involuntarily. "You all will pounce upon me, right?"
Ana’s eyes gleamed with raw hunger, pupils dilating. "Do they hurt more today? Tell me exactly—heavy and aching, reminding you how full they’re getting with every breath?"
"A little," I admitted, voice breathy. "They’ve been heavy all day. Sore, throbbing. And if I turn the wrong way, it feels like they’re reminding me they exist, pulling and tingling."
"That bad?" She didn’t wait for more—her hand squeezed gently then, firm and deliberate, kneading the fullness. I gasped sharply as a warm bead of milk escaped, dampening my shirt in a dark, spreading spot right under her palm, the sensation a mix of relief and electric ache.
