The Alphas’ P**n Star Mate

"He's going to spank you," Riley said a bit eagerly. "I can lend him a good paddle."

"No one is going to spank me," I rolled my eyes. "I told him I had been scratched. I'm sure his brother told him the rest." I frowned, thinking of Miles. I'm still pissed that he had the nerve to yell at me for helping with my own problem. Then, putting guards on me to make sure I went back to the packhouse. I should have stayed and helped with the investigation, but I wasn't going to be yelled at. I'm not his Luna or his property. He can't control me. His guards tried to follow me back all the way to the bedroom. I somehow was still able to use a Luna command to order them to stay downstairs. It wasn't as forceful as a full Luna command, but it gave me a few minutes of peace while walking up here.

"I'd spank you," Winnie said, using my nail file to smooth his nails.

"No you wouldn't," I smirked.

He rolled his eyes dramatically and gave me a 'you're stupid' look. "You know what I mean, you hussy."

I laughed, then winced when Riley wrapped a towel around my shoulders and it rubbed against my shoulder.

"Can you not heal this faster?" I gripped at Cortina.

"I'm trying, you hussy," she muttered, using Winnie's insult. "It's not as simple as a scratch like you keep calling it."

"Are you going to be able to dress on your own?" Riley frowned sympathetically. Winnie was staring at my shoulder like it personally insulted him.

"I might need some help," I admitted. "It's getting stiff."

"Because you were freaking shot, girly," Riley led me out to the bedroom and then started digging through my suitcase. "Baggy t-shirt and leggings?" He held my options out to me. I picked one of my old Broom Stixxx tees and my shorts instead of leggings. My body was hotter than normal as Cortina worked hard to heal me.

Winnie took it upon himself to look through my stuff, rating my clothing as Riley helped dress me. It's his way of helping without having to touch me, even though none of my clothes pass his inspection.

"Seriously, it's like a hippie and lululemon just tossed you all their rejects. You need a shopping trip."

I let out an exasperated huff, rolling my eyes. "Not any time soon. Alpha Miles is already pissed at me. Don't want to ruffle feathers more by trying to leave."

He and Riley exchanged a look, and then smiled. "We can always bring the shopping to you," Riley said.

"How?"

"We have our ways," Winnie rubbed his hands together with excitement. "Today just got a lot more interesting."

"I bet Cindy will come too," Riley said, clapping his hands. "You can be our project makeover."

"We can watch makeover movies to get in the spirit of things too! Oh! And popcorn!" Winnie was bouncing with excitement.

"Girl's night!" Riley yelled, grabbing one of my bras and twirling it above his head. Winnie grimaced at the offensive object, ducking so it didn't hit him.

"Makeover night. I'm not a girl," Winnie grumbled.

"You know what I meant," Riley rolled his eyes. "Dave will intrude anyway. I meant chick-flick night."

"We can invite Taylor too," I offered. "Given that she is ready to come up for air."

"Or if she can walk," Riley snorted. "Invite the Beta mate too. Emily?" I nodded when he got the name right. "I like her."

"She helped us escape from Nonna," Winnie agreed.

"Makeover night it is," I giggled, loving the idea and the distraction, even if it was at my expense. I may be trapped in the packhouse for my own safety, but at least I'm not going to be lonely. This isn't like Fire Moon Pack at all. Even when I tried to be alone, I had two friends randomly here to help me. "Thank you guys."

"Don't thank us yet. We have a full day ahead. Now, go distract Nonna so we can sneak out of here without cheek pinches," Winnie said.