The Alphas’ P**n Star Mate

Mick POV

Lenny looked exhausted when we emerged from the old rec room. I had forgotten he was outside, keeping watch like he promised Chloe he would. "Uh, hey," I smiled sheepishly, looking at his disgusted face.

He narrowed his eyes at me, then looked at Chloe's sleeping face as Miles carried her out. His eyes softened a bit.

"I'll be washing out my ears and throwing up for the next hour. Call me if you need me. If she needs me." He then walked off, seriously looking ready to puke.

"I forgot he was there," Miles said.

"Me too. I'm surprised he stayed."

Miles suddenly looked horrified. "Do you think he... he heard her?"

I scoffed. "He heard all of us. Why do you think he said he was going to wash out his ears?"

"Fuck." He pulled Chloe tighter against his body, like he was shielding her for some reason. "Lighten up, you fucking prude. It's not the first time you've done a live show for someone." "That was different," Miles growled.

I chuckled under my breath. "He may be unmated, but he wouldn't ever view Chloe like that. He's like Rodger's kid himself. Out of everyone in the club, he is the least likely to ever touch Rodger's daughter." "What about that loud little cat boy?" Miles grumbled.

"Winnie is the type of kid that would do anything if it would benefit him. I bet if he was given enough money or a limited edition bag, some shit like that, he might touch her." I snorted at the image of him trying to be with Chloe. It was so fucking awkward to imagine, I didn't even feel jealous.

"No he wouldn't," Chloe mumbled. I looked over, and she was barely waking up in Miles's hold. "Darren tried to bribe him with a purse. He said no."

"Really?" I felt a wave of disgust. Rome and Ivar growled in unison, jealousy starting to take root.

"Darren tried to bribe Winnie with a purse to sleep with you?" Miles asked, looking horrified.

"Something like that," she chuckled sleepily. "He ran away screaming."

"I guess he won't do anything then." I suddenly felt like puking too.

Miles laid our sleepy mate in the center of our bed as I went to shower. She was hungry, but didn't want to leave our room or move more than necessary, so I mind linked the head omega to have something prepared for her and Miles then brought up for them to eat here. I could just grab something on my way out. I still needed to go check how the mission was doing. I still haven't heard anything.

By the time I was done, the food had been brought up. It was simple sandwiches and soup. Chloe was scarfing down a sandwich, cuddled up against Miles. He was feeding her spoonfuls of tomato soup between each bite of the sandwich.

I'm glad the two of them look so at peace with one another now. Yeah, I'm not happy about bringing Chloe into the know, especially since her asshole ex made his appearance, but I like seeing her happy like she is right now. After that demented, dark magic Alpha almost took her from us, my protectiveness has gone up. Nothing is scarier than the thought of losing her.

I can see why Miles made the decision he did though. I should have known better, having Rome and all.

"It's not your fault that you're a natural idiot," Rome snorted.

"Hey, you parasite. You felt the same way. Especially when you picked up that scent."

We still had no idea where her ex could be. That's what scares me the most.

"I'll be back," I bent over to kiss my mate, stealing a bite of her sandwich too.

She blinked her beautiful brown eyes at me. "You'll tell me what happened with Boyd when you get back."

Fuck. I couldn't say no to that face. "Yes, cara mia," I kissed her one more time. Long and lingering. "Get some rest."

"Okay," she beamed, her expression more open and loving than I had seen in so long.

Damn, Miles really did know what he was doing. I'll do whatever to keep this expression on her beautiful face.

As I walked to the warriors building, feeling lighter and full of energy, I suddenly got a mind link from one of our border guards.

"Alpha, we got a call from the Gamma. They had to deploy our warriors on standby. They're going to battle."

Boyd POV

"Come one! Wake up!"

Something was hitting me in the face. Not again. I don't know how much more of this I can take.

This endless cycle of torturing me to the point I pass out from the pain or exhaustion, and then waking me back up just to do it all over again will kill me soon. That woman is mad. So fucking mad. How did I not see it before, that she had a few too many screws loose in the head? "Open your eyes!"

I groaned, the searing pain in my wrist and ankles from the wolfsbane laced restraints tugging violently into my skin. I would have scars for the rest of my life. I can't even feel Sirius anymore. Not since that fucking suit-wearing psychopath did something to my head, making me black out before waking back up in this chair.

I'm still not sure what happened, but Laura was pissy as fuck when whatever it was didn't work. She hit and slapped me herself then, until I threatened to hit her back. Then Alpha Ford bashed the side of my head in.

I'm not opening my eyes for more of that shit. I've done some freaky shit, but being tortured to have sex with someone else's mate isn't on my list of kinks. Laura can find some stud to knock her crazy ass up somewhere else. I want no part in multiplying her craziness. This shitty, unfair world deserves better than that.

"YOU HAVE TO WAKE UP!" A female voice screamed, confusing me through the fog of my brain. That last blow to my head must have been worse than I thought. I struggled to actually get my eyes to open.

When they did, the room was blurry, and all I could make out were fuzzy shapes. There was a thrumming in my head, making my ears ring at a high pitch.

"Boyd! Can you hear me?! You have to get up! We have to get out of here!"