The Alphas’ P**n Star Mate

Estel POV

"There. Now I just need to neutralize the scents lingering on your body from this pack, and you should be good to go." The soft-spoken warlock moved his smoking hand in front of me, from my head to my feet. We were standing far away from the others, near the car he had driven. The car had been de-scented too, and now the only smells coming through are from me. I only smell like my pack now, which is the point.

"This dress looks expensive," I looked down at my borrowed attire. "Are you sure this is what a realtor would wear?"

"No, but Winnie insisted that it would be perfect. I wasn't telling him no."

The little werecat definitely had a pair of claws on him. I wouldn't argue either.

To keep myself hidden from the public, and this mission top secret, I've only been with the Alphas and these new stripper men for the past few days, staying at a house lived in by two witch sisters and away from the pack house. I've gotten to know these men decently over the past few days and have enjoyed their company. They're lively and hilarious to observe.

"Do you have any questions about anything? Any hesitations?"

"None that I can think of. Well, I'm a little worried about ruining this dress." It's probably the most expensive thing I've ever worn. I didn't want to be on the brunt end of one of Winnie's tirades either.

"Don't be. It was one that Winnie bought with Mick's money for Chloe. Chloe didn't fit in it well, so it probably would have gone to the trash or donation center anyway."

Looking down at the chest, I can take a guess as to why it didn't work for her. I haven't met her yet, but I have a pretty good idea of her body type from hearing the guys talk about her. The neck of the dress was meant to hang down loose, the folds of the silk offering coverage. If she had big boobs, the fabric would stretch tight and look off.

"Excuse me for asking out of turn, but is Chloe your daughter?"

He made a face like he was uncomfortable with the question, but answered anyway. "Yes. She is."

"Must be nice," I murmured. "To have a dad that can protect her like this." I've seen others come in and out of the witches' house to give him reports on her well-being, and the witch sisters themselves talk about her often. He seems to be exhausting himself for her benefit, but he also seems glad to do it.

"I am trying," he sighed, his voice full of regret. "I'm failing more often than actually helping her."

"I'm sure she appreciates it either way," I smiled softly.

"She doesn't know," he grimaced. "She isn't aware I'm her father. Well, she might suspect it now, but I never told her."

Shock must have registered on my face, because he added, "I've only been in her life for a little over a year. That's why she doesn't know." "You haven't told her?"

"No," he gently shook his head. "With the amount that I've failed as a father, it isn't an easy subject to broach."

He opened the driver's door for me, a gentle but sad look on his face as he motioned for me to get in.

After sitting behind the wheel, I couldn't keep my thoughts to myself. Not that I ever keep my thoughts to myself, but this especially.

"If I were her, I would want to know." My heart ached for both of them right then. "Take it from another girl that also grew up without a father."

He stilled for a moment, then a warm smile lifted his face. It didn't reach his eyes, which were still quite sad, but he murmured a "thank you" before closing the door.

Laura POV

Staring at my reflection in the mirror, I couldn't help but to frown at the jagged markings on my neck.

I didn't feel any different. I couldn't really feel anything from him, except bursts of anger and contempt. I thought this would change things, but he's as combative as before. "Why can't I mark him too?" I poured, looking over and the man who made this possible.

Mr. Smith lifted the brim of his hat with the end of his cane, his dark eyes like onyx and his smile friendly. There wasn't anything friendly about him, but he kept the image well. "That would ruin our plans, little Luna."

I stomped my foot, folding my arms over my chest. Jasper then came into the room, and I was about to complain to him about the mark not working. He will usually move mountains to get me my way. It's been that way ever since he snapped. When he found his fated mate two years ago, I removed her quite violently from the picture. Ever since, his devotion to me has grown, becoming more wolf than man. His wolf experienced the loss of his fated mate. He was desperate not to lose his chosen too.

Not being able to have an heir has been my only hiccup, which wouldn't have been an issue if Boyd had never run away.

"Jasper would have killed him if he had stayed," my wolf said solemnly.

I rolled my eyes. "You don't know that. The goddess must want us together. She wants me to have both." I don't understand why Boyd is so reluctant, given that Jasper has accepted it as the only way for us to get a pup. "The goddess wouldn't wish for this. Any of it."

I scoffed. She still assumes that the goddess is punishing me, punishing us for tampering with fate. Things wouldn't be coming together like this if that were the case.

"We have a visitor," Jasper growled, his voice deep and menacing.

Mr. Smith perked up. "A visitor?"

"Who?" I demanded.

"I don't know. A woman." His face turned more fierce. "A shewolf."

"Is she from that pack?" I said in a squealing panic.

"No," Jasper growled. "Wrong scent."

Mr. Smith drummed his fingers on the table for a few seconds, deep in thought. Black smoke started billowing out of his fingertips and the whites of his eyes darkened to empty voids. Slowly, a smile crept on his face, the friendly facade gone. I took a fearful step back, my hands searching for Jasper instinctively as the energy seemed to suck out of the room.

"Well," Mr. Smith rasped. "It wouldn't be kind to keep our visitor waiting, now would it?"