The World For My Zombie Kings: A Reverse Harem Romance (Zombies Rule The World Book 3)

by McCoy, LeeSha

  The World

  for my

  Zombie Kings

  Zombies Rule the World Series

  Book Three

  -A Reverse Harem Paranormal Romance-

  LeeSha McCoy

  Copyright © 2020 LeeSha McCoy

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  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, incidents, and places are products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblances to any persons, alive or dead and references to places and buildings are used fictitiously.

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  Contents

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  Note to reader.

  One

  Two

  Three

  Four

  Five

  Six

  Seven

  Eight

  Nine

  Ten

  Eleven

  Twelve

  Thirteen

  Fourteen

  Fifteen

  Sixteen

  Seventeen

  Eighteen

  Nineteen

  Twenty

  Twenty-One

  Twenty-Two

  Twenty-Three

  Twenty-Four

  Twenty-Five

  Twenty-Six

  Twenty-Seven

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  About LeeSha McCoy

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  Note to reader.

  This book includes descriptive sex and some scenes that readers may find disturbing.

  Discretion is advised.

  Not for the faint of heart.

  The World for my Zombie Kings

  I used my mind to kill hundreds of the dead that my three-year-olds gathered in our back garden.

  Now, I have to tell their dads.

  My Kings have been bitten and now sleep peacefully while their minds and bodies strengthen. I miss them more than words could ever express, but in a matter of days, they’ll awaken.

  And then we’ll all be the same.

  More babies are coming, but I don’t think it will be long before the urge to have more will leave us all. Then we’ll have to wait two years while our children grow into adults, and in the meantime, watch the world become a shadow of what we once knew.

  We’re almost certain it will be us to end the problem the entire world faces, but together, I know we’ll be strong enough to face anything.

  And when that time does come, I’ll stop at nothing to make sure we all get back home unscathed.

  But not before anyone who has ever hurt us is dead.

  One

  Mikka

  “Are you upset, Mummy?”

  I finish tucking Raeni into bed and then sit beside her. “No, sweetie. I'm not upset. And I’m definitely not upset with you.”

  Her little brows knit together. “Then why do you feel different?” She rubs her belly, and I feel Theo and Jaden do the same in the beds beside hers. “It feels like there are bubbles in our tummies.”

  I tame her flyaway curls with both my hands before resting a kiss on her forehead, making sure my sons feel my kiss, too. “Sometimes, adults think about things that haven’t happened yet, and that makes them feel funny. But I don't want any of you worrying about that, okay?”

  “Yes, Mummy.”

  I work quickly to conceal my emotions from all my babies. I’ve never had to hide my emotions from them this much before, but with each day that’s passed since their fathers went to sleep, and as their strength grows, I’ve to come to accept that my babies, unfortunately, are linked to me in ways I wish they weren't. At least not at this age.

  “Better?” I ask them all.

  They nod and close their eyes. “Night, night, Mummy.”

  I stand to quickly tuck the boys in and give them a proper kiss. “Goodnight, sweethearts. I love you.”

  “Love you,” they reply.

  I pull the door closed as I leave, then I check on the rest of my babies. Treasure, Africa, and Prince share the room next door. They’re two months old but are about a year and a half now. Treasure is Dagger’s, Africa is Pin’s, and of course, Prince is Axe’s. They just started speaking last week, and I can already tell they’re going to be just as many handfuls as their older brothers and sister are.

  I sneak into our youngest babies’ room next. Dris, Emerson, and Amber are six weeks old; about nine months. Dris is Dagger’s son, Emerson is Pin’s, and Amber is Blade’s daughter. Let’s just say we were all surprised when none of the babies were Thorn’s last time. Especially after the way he practically lived inside me once Treasure, Africa, and Prince arrived.

  That was another thing the brothers had in their arsenal to tease him over for a few weeks.

  I can’t help but shake my head when I think about how they’ll react when they find out he’s missed the target for a second time…

  I found out the day after they fell asleep whose babies grow inside me this time, and it’s got me thinking that maybe, they’ll all going to have the same amount. Numbers seem to be evening themselves out. Another thing that we have to thank whoever is behind all of this for.

  Is it God? I wish I knew.

  I return to the bedroom where my kings sleep, but instead of getting into bed with the five of them, I walk over to the bedroom window. Almost three hundred zombies lie dead on the ground at the very edge of the garden where the clearing ends and the trees begin. More have already started to near the house, I just don’t know why.

  I still can't believe it. They all dropped like flies. Truly dead, just like that. As if I flicked an invisible switch in their heads. Is this why we've been driven to have babies like this? Is this what they're here for? What we’re here for? To rid the world of these zombies, not to change them?

  I thought maybe we were meant to make everyone like us, but if anything, now, it’s appearing more like we’re some kind of zombie reapers. I’ve long felt that my kids know why we’re here and what our purpose is, and tonight only confirmed that.

  I never would’ve thought to do what they did. I never would’ve thought I could’ve killed them with my mind. Making them kneel, come, or go is one thing, but to actually kill them without laying a finger or mouth on them?

  It’s going to take me a while to get my head around this. Nothing that’s happened for a few months now can be explained by science, and now I’m just like the brothers, relying on my feelings to guide me.

  Because, what else is there?

  I retrieve my mobile from the bedside table when it vibrates. A Facebook message from my brother.

  I miss you, sis.

  Miss you, too.

  Why are you up at this time?

  I almost slip up and tell him about the babies, but I remember just in time and delete what I’ve written. Can’t sleep. How’s mum?

  Good. Missing you tho, Mimi. She wan
ts to come home.

  I know she does. She’s brought it up during the last few phone calls we’ve had, but I told her she’s safer there.

  I know. I promise, as soon as I can, I'll come see you both, okay? Just hug her for me. And tell her I love her. I love you, too.

  I will. I love you, too.

  I rest my phone back down before climbing into bed with my kings. They don’t move, but I can hear their hearts beating and the soft whispers of their breaths. They haven’t been pissing the bed like I did, luckily. Not that I would’ve cared, I just have enough on my plate without changing the bed a million times a day, too.

  Superhuman abilities or not, taking care of nine kids has been hard. Not only do they get into mischief all the time, but I only have two pairs of hands. I’m seriously missing the ten extra I’m used to having around. The brothers are all so amazing with them, I barely have to do much. I don’t get a chance. They’re so efficient in everything; daddying, cooking, cleaning. satisfying me…

  I kiss each of them before I get comfortable, then I stare up at the ceiling. God only knows what they’re going to think when they wake up and I show them what happened.

  They’ll freak, like I did.

  We really chose the time to do this…

  My mind wakes me when it senses Amber stirring in her cot. It could even be her that wakes me. I wouldn’t put anything past my kids anymore.

  I carefully climb over Pin and Blade to get up before making my way up to their room. I can’t help but take another quick look out of the window, just to make sure what happened last night, actually happened.

  They’re still there.

  Rotting away further…

  I’m still shaking my head when I lift Amber out of her cot to feed her on the couch beside the window. I yawn, still tired, so I lie on my side so I can doze while she feeds. These three won’t be breastfeeding for much longer; another week or so, so I’m trying to enjoy this time.

  I’m just exhausted.

  All the broken nights’ sleep and excitement on top of being pregnant is already taking its toll, and I still have another ten days to go. I can't tell you how many times I've thanked the heavens for super-fast movements since the brothers fell asleep.

  The kids are usually chilled out, but the last two days have been hectic. I think they can feel their dads getting stronger and are not only subconsciously feeling the changes to our connection, but are also becoming excited to have them back.

  Us all being the same will change everything. Not only will we all feel more powerful, but so will the babies. I just hope we can convince them to be kids for a little while longer. I know they have their own urges—Raeni is proof enough of that—but I’m so desperate for them to actually enjoy being kids.

  To have fun.

  The brothers and I had many conversations about it in the weeks running up to me biting them, all stressing our worries about the kids upbringing. Like the fact they won’t have friends, go to school, enjoy visits to the park, take day trips, or experience the usual days out that human families do.

  I know they’ll have each other, and they’ll be best friends, but it’s not the same. They still need to learn social skills, not only for their benefit, but for their growth as individuals. All they see is us and a few shop assistants, and as much as we talk to them every day, we’re all aware of how much they’re missing out on.

  I pray that one day, they’ll get to have a normal life, even go to college or university when they’re older if they want. I know that’s at least a few years off yet, but I still worry. I guess that will also depend on what state the world is in by the time they’re full grown.

  And how we go about dealing with it if we have to.

  I hear Jaden run into the room and open my eyes when he climbs up to sit on my legs.

  “Is Amber hungry, Mummy?”

  “Yes, sweetie. You okay?”

  He nods. “I’m hungry.”

  “I know.” I can feel it. “Not much longer and we’ll go downstairs, okay?”

  “Can I have Cookie Cereal?”

  I ruffle my fingers over his short curls. I’ll need to cut all the boys’ hair today. “Of course, baby.”

  He smiles and lies down on my side, and I sigh with contentment.

  As much as they’re trouble, I love them so much…

  I sit Dris down in the playpen with Emerson and Amber before returning to the kitchen to clean away the breakfast stuff. Raeni, Jaden, and Theo are trying to help, but I tell them to go in the living room while I whizz around in here, wiping surfaces, scraping bowls, and loading the dishwasher.

  I grab my coffee afterwards before joining them on the couch.

  “Do you want to check the news, Mummy?” Theo asks.

  “Please.” I need to start checking it on my phone.

  He switches the channel to SKY News, but there’s nothing new being reported.

  “Okay, sweetheart. You can put Peppa on now.”

  I lay my head back and sigh, remembering to hide my thoughts from the kids. The world is literally getting more insane as the months pass. Gia and the rest of those budget zombies have caused hell everywhere for nothing, and I regret biting them every single day.

  The Prime Minister’s even talking about creating guarded settlements for people to move to if things get worse. And he’s not the only one. China’s already started building theirs, with firepits surrounding them.

  It’s all so crazy.

  We’ve tried to remember how many I might’ve turned, and we’ve settled on it being around twenty-five. We know they can’t turn zombies into day-walkers like us, the trouble is that they’re intentionally creating a lot more zombies out of people who are going out during the day.

  Way too many for the authorities to track and cremate.

  I thought Myers would’ve realised by now that we aren’t coming out of hiding, and the zombies that are doing his dirty work, well, I just hope we can end up controlling them like we can the average zombies, because none of them can be allowed to live. Not after this. And to think, they were police officers before they decided to completely switch the other way and follow that prick.

  But hopefully, they’ll be attracted to us like the others are. The only problem with that is getting them close enough to where we can sense them. With us being in Wales, though, that seems pretty unlikely.

  “Don't worry, Mummy,” Theo says, standing on the couch to kiss my cheek.

  I turn my head. “I'm not, worrying.”

  He gives me a curious look with his beautiful hazel eyes. “I heard you huff.”

  I pull him down onto my lap to tickle him. “Me? Nooooo, I didn’t.”

  “You did,” he laughs, again and again.

  Raeni and Jaden start laughing when I tickle them too, with my mind.

  “Stop, Mummy! Stop!” Jaden screams.

  Raeni tries to stop laughing, but she can’t. She’s a lot like her father in the fact she’s quiet and dare I say it, a little moody. She looks just like him, too, with my hair.

  I finally release Theo and let them catch their breaths, but then I feel them trying to tickle me. That shocks the hell out of me, and I shake my head as I look between them. “Oh, so you’re all going to gang up on mummy now?”

  They laugh and try to jump up onto my lap, but I hold them in place while I get up to find the clippers. At least for now, my mind is still much stronger than theirs. But will it always be?

  “Let us go,” Jaden says. “Please?”

  I pull the scissors and clippers out of the side unit drawer. “After I’ve finished your hair.”

  Two

  Mikka

  Nine days later…

  “Are you excited for tomorrow?” I ask my eldest babies as I tuck them into bed.

  Their screams of ‘yes’ confirm what I already felt from them. Their thoughts have wandered to their dads many times over the past two weeks. They’re much more fun than me, and I know I’ve been tired and moody these p
ast few days, too, which I do feel guilty about.

  “Have you missed your daddies?”

  Another three screams of ‘yes’.

  “I’ve missed them so much!” Raeni sighs, smacking her hands down on the blanket either side of her. “You have, too, haven’t you, Mummy?”

  I nod as I walk over to the light switch. “Very much. I know it hasn’t been as fun with them asleep, but just think about how much you’ll have when they wake up.”

  I know for a fact, my kings will be determined to make up for all the time they’ve missed with the kids. Blade, Axe, Pin, and secretly Thorn, are all big kids at heart. Not that Dagger isn’t fun at all, but you can definitely tell he’s a doctor. He’s more focused on tracking their development and making sure that as quick as they’re growing, they’re still hitting their milestones.

  “I hope daddy Axe takes us to catch fishies in the garden like he promised,” Theo says. “I waited ages.”

  I smile over at him. “He won’t have forgotten, baby. And if he has, you can remind him, can’t you? Remember, you’ll be able to talk to your daddies in their minds much better than before. We’ll all have to help them learn.”

  I divert my attention to Raeni, who’s not only thinking about getting her iPad back tomorrow, but also wondering if she’ll be able to convince Thorn into getting her a new doll she saw on TV yesterday.

  I’m telling you now, she’ll get it.

  These next few weeks are going to be very interesting. The brothers had some defence against the kids’ minds before I bit them, but when they wake up, their minds will be wide open, and they’ll have to learn how to control and defend them again.

  I was lucky; I got to learn before they were born.

  “We’ll help,” Jaden says, rolling onto his side and closing his eyes. “We’re good helpers.”

  “The best,” Theo agrees. “Aren’t we, Mummy?”

  My thoughts return to the zombies in the garden that I still haven’t had the chance to move into the woods… “The very best. Now, get some sleep and I’ll see you in the morning.”