The Alphas’ P**n Star Mate

Miles sighed, dropping to sit on the bed beside me. "Okay. We'll talk about this later."

I grimaced, not agreeing, but not refusing out loud again. Not with their mom, grandma and others listening in.

Mick helped me up from the bed, and Miles stood with his arms crossed, a deep scowl on his stoic, handsome face. Their mother had already brought me clothes to change into when I woke up in a hospital gown. Leggings and a comfortable cami. As I was sliding shoes on my feet,

Nonna had Taylor at the table putting lids on all the food.

"Um, what are you doing with all that, Nonna?" I asked warily.

"Packing it for you to go."

I sent a panicked look towards Mick and Miles, then mind linked, "Get me out of here fast."

They exchanged a look, then Mick stooped down, lifting me into his arms and taking off out the door, shoving past Rodger quickly with Miles right behind. My arm bumped into Rodger's as we went past, and this surge of energy traveled between us. It made me gasp, and in the split second he met my eyes, I knew he felt it too.

Something inside of me was stirring. It was a confusing ache that was calling out to him. He pressed his lips together, watching my mates swiftly whisk me away as Nonna yelled that we had forgotten the food from the room.

Then, I remembered something Kai had said in the heat of the fighting. Recalling those words, the ache around my heart throbbed more than before.

He told me to go to my father. What the hell did he mean by that?

When we got back to our room, I asked my mates to let me shower alone as my mind raced. They were worrying over me enough, and I felt like I just needed some space to think.

"If you need any help at all, let us know," Mick insisted, gently grasping my chin so I was forced to look at him.

"I'm a big girl. I can shower on my own," I said, rolling my eyes.

"We don't want you to faint or pass out, Chloe," Miles pressed up behind me. The heat from their bodies was welcome, but distracting, and with my turmoil building inside of me, I just wanted to think clearly for a minute.

I forced a smile, "I know. Thank you, and I'll let you know."

I squeezed out of their hold, going into the bathroom and closing the door softly behind me.

"Holy moly, those two should have their pictures next to 'smother' in the dictionary," Cortina huffed. "Rome and Ivar are no better right now."

"Are you hiding from them too?"

"I need a moment for myself. Just like you, miss priss."

I laughed softly at her as I turned on the shower and adjusted the temperature to just below scolding. "Are Rome and Ivar insisting on us being babysat and hovering too much too?"

"I can only take my fluffy ass being sniffed so many times without snapping at their snouts," she grumbled.

"I get it," I sighed, "but I'm not being babysat." I don't want to feel uncomfortable and start resenting being their Luna. I don't want to inconvenience other warriors that I barely know and have them start to resent me, or worse, look down on me because my mates ordered them to watch me like I'm some wayward child. I really do get why they're being overprotective, but it doesn't shake the feelings of déjà vu I get from my time of being Luna of Fire Moon Pack. "If I stay in the pack house, I don't see why I need guards."

"You have questions for Rodger though," Cortina said solemnly. "You can't go see him if you stay here all the time."

"He could come see me in the pack house," I offered. What do I say to him to get him to come over here though? 'Hey, Kai said something strange in the heat of battle and I wanted to know what you think about it?' Or I could just be like, 'hey, that energy I felt coming from you feels a lot like the magic I felt surging through me. What's up with that?'

Maybe Kai just said that as, like, our collective father, or father of Broom Stixxx, since that is how he is to each one of us. I might be reading too much into one little sentence yelled out in a tense moment. It was the heat of battle. I've known Rodger for a year now. Surely, if Kai meant what he said literally, Rodger wouldn't have kept that kind of secret from me for so long.

"Chloe, are you okay in there?" Miles asked, knocking on the door. I've just been standing naked next to the shower as steam billowed out, lost in my thoughts and conversation with my wolf. I could suddenly feel his and Mick's worry for me.

They're nothing like Cameron. I know I need to get over some of these insecurities and work on these triggers I still carry. It's not fair to them when they are worrying about me so much.

I slipped into the burning hot stream of water before answering, "I'm fine, but I think I could use some company after all."

The door was opening a second later, and Miles looked in with a relieved look on his face. Cortina snuffed her nose, swishing her tail as she sauntered back to her overprotective mates too. Mick and Miles stripped and got in on either side of me, their hands wandering over my skin like they were reassuring themselves that I really was alright.

"I'm so happy you're awake," Mick kissed the back of my wet neck as he breathed in my scent. "It's been torture waiting for you to open your eyes."

"You have no idea how scared we were, baby," Miles gently grasped my face between his hands. His thumbs were soothingly tracing the swell of my bottom lip. "I would be so lost without you."

They are absolutely nothing like Cameron. Their only concern is for me. It makes my chest ache with guilt, because I still can't shake off all the baggage I have carried from before. I want to, but I'm so scared of feeling like I did back then.

The biggest difference between them and Cameron, unlike back then, I'm terrified of ever losing Miles and Mick. If the past repeats itself in any way, I think it will finally break me.

"I won't lose either of you either," I said softly, thankful for the hot water and the steam hiding the mistiness of my eyes. "I can't."

"We're not going anywhere," Mick said, hugging me from behind. "You're not either."