Billionaire Quadruplet Alphas

Friday 25th September, 2020

Holly

I woke up tangled up with His Highness. I gazed at Prince Harper’s face. He was so handsome. A blush crept up to my cheeks as visions of last night returned to me. I kissed the Prince’s forehead and he stirred.

“Holly,” he said groggily.

“My Lord, I did not mean to disturb your slumber. My apologies,” I said in earnest.

Harper snorted with laughter. He sat up, wiping the sleep from his eyes.

“Being with you is like being in a play or something,” he laughed.

“I am comical?” I inquired.

“You are formal, very!” He replied with a grin that made my heart leap.

His Highness had yet to fully consummate our strange union and I was glad for the clarity to finish my task. Harper numbed my mind. I was afraid of the besotted fool I would be if I gave myself to him totally. Girls sometimes behaved very foolishly over handsome suitors and rich ones. My mother said so. Harper had money and looks and station. There was no one higher than a Prince save the King and there was no King currently.

Harper sniffed the air. He narrowed his eyes.

“Something’s wrong!” He growled.

He marched into the hallway, still shirtless in undergarment pants.

“My Lord, you are indecent!” I cried, grabbing two robes.

I covered myself with one and ran into the hallway. Two maids were passing by with their cart. They stared at my Lord’s exposed back with hungry eyes. I threw the robe over him.

“Holly!” Yelled Harper indignantly, muffled by the robe covering his face.

The maids stared at me and then my Lord as he righted himself, putting on his robe properly. My blush deepened.

“The hottest guys always have the weirdest girlfriends,” muttered one of the maids to the other.

“They like the drama!” Replied the other.

I glared at them and they scurried away.

“Aww, maid service left. I wanted more towels,” complained the Prince.

“My Lord, it is my doing. I shall fetch them for you,” I began.

“You’re not going anywhere!” Snapped Harper. “As if I’d let you loose in the modern world. I’d never find you again,” he said more to himself than to me.

He banged on Princess Star’s door. Lord Heath entered the hallway. I curtsied for him.

“Morning Holly!” He said to me. “Your sister is sleeping in!” He said in hushed tones to Harper.

“Have you spoken to her?” Asked Harper quickly.

“Yes!” Said Heath.

Harper raised his eyebrows.

“Ok, thanks Dad,” said Harper.

Heath went back to his room. Harper began fiddling with the lock. The door swung inwards suddenly. Harper was met with Princess Star. She looked disgruntled.

“Harper. I’m sleeping!” She whined and flipped her hair very dramatically.

She was behaving strangely. Even I could see that.

Harper chuckled.

“Who the f**k are you?” He muttered lowly.

“Excuse me!” She said, rolling her eyes and flipping her hair again.

Harper burst into laughter.

“Where did Star go? Is she with those four idiots?” Harper asked.

“I don’t know what you’re talking ab-,” began Star but Harper pushed her into the room, yanked me in and shut the door.

“Where. Is. Star?!” He growled, his eyes turning black.

“Harper, it’s me, it’s Toby. Chill out!” Said Star, or perhaps Toby in impeccable drag.

“Lord Toby you look exactly like her! Such great magic or makeup!” I complimented.

“Both!” Said Toby. “I just had to try Star’s highlighter! She has this great brand-,” began Toby.

Harper jacked Toby up against the wall.

“Where’s my sister?!” Harper hissed.

“With the Quads!” Yelped Toby.

Harper let him go with a sigh.

“She’s going to come back here marked isn’t she?” Snarled Harper.

“My Lord,” I said hesitantly.

“Yes, Baby,” murmured Harper, pulling me against him.

“Why is this a bad happening?” I asked, snuggling into him.

“It’s not, I guess,” murmured Harper.

I kissed the Prince’s ear and then his neck and then his shoulder. I had him distracted.

“Let us leave Toby to finish his theatrics in peace,” I said brightly, luring Harper back to our room.

I winked at Toby over my shoulder. Toby looked grateful. I pushed Harper into our room. He was shocked. I slammed our door shut and pushed him onto the bed. I straddled him.

“Whoa,” was all he said and then I pressed my lips against his.

I pulled back suddenly.

“What’s wrong, Baby?” He asked quickly.

“We are going back to Ice Moon today, correct?” I asked breathlessly.

“Yeah, def-,” he began but I stopped him with another k**s.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

Star

“I can’t go in there!” I said, just realising something.

How could I have been so stupid?

“Why not, Baby?” Asked Zaya, his tone worried.

He moved my curls off of my face. My hair was all over the place after the Quads sharing the backseat with me had gotten handsy. Eli was breathless from our kissing.

“What’s wrong, Princess?” He asked.

“Luna, we’ll sneak you in, no problem,” said Noah.

“Her neck,” said Jonah, his voice grave, realising what I had just realised.

The other Quads gasped.

“Makeup,” said Zaya.

“Toby will cover it,” said Eli.

“Toby’s upstairs,” said Jonah pointedly.

“Luna, you’ll have to climb back up! Can you?” He asked.

“I don’t know,” I said.

Zaya got out of the car. He opened the backdoor and ushered me out. The Quads brought me to the same meeting place from last night. I looked up at the steep wall. Zaya picked me up holding me bridal style. He leapt onto the ledge with me in his arms.

“Wow,” I gasped.

He winked at me. He rapped on the window. It was flung open by…me?!

“Star! Harper knows it’s me!” Said Toby-me.

“Looking hot AF, Toby!” Growled Zaya playfully.

Toby-me blushed deeply and helped me inside. Zaya climbed in.

“I have to go downstairs and ‘arrive’ with my other brothers! Cover that neck seamlessly! Please!” Said Zaya, holding Toby-me’s shoulders.

Toby-me nodded eagerly. Zaya was gone in a flash.

Toby-me folded his arms.

“Work your magic,” I said.

“No, I require payment,” said Toby-me.

Toby was loaded. What was he talking about?

“Details! Or you get nothing!” Toby-me demanded.

I giggled.

“Well first they rapped on my window…” I began.

“Oooh, I love having my window rapped on!” Snarled Toby-me doing a shimmy.

I stifled my laughter so Dad wouldn’t hear two me’s in here and continued with my juicy story in hushed tones.