The Alphas’ P**n Star Mate

Boyd POV

"Come one, man. Let's go," Beau tugged on my arm. "Don't torture yourself like this."

"Fuck off!" I snarled, bringing the bottle to my lips, watching from the top of the hill overlooking the pack as my mate, my ex-mate, the woman who should have been mine but rejected me, received a mark from none other than our Alpha in front of the entire pack before the celebration for her Luna ceremony begins. "Damn, I can smell that shit from here," Jamie complained, wrinkling his nose. "Is that straight rubbing alcohol?" "Everclear," Alexi informed him. "It was the strongest shit we could find."

"I can still feel her," I rasped, my throat sore from my screams all last night. She may have rejected me months ago, but I never accepted. I was still holding out hope that she would change her mind. It wasn't until I started feeling them together that I even considered accepting her rejection, but even then, I still held out hope.

"Accept it already. Jeez!" Beau slapped me on the back. "There is no going back for her. Just accept it."

"NO!" I sneered, pushing him away.

She loved me. I felt it. Five months ago, when I felt the bond snap in place for the first time with our Beta's daughter, I knew that she was going to be my everything. It was like magic when it first happened. Our eyes met from across the room, and everything just got more vivid, colors exploding all around me.

She was the Beta's daughter, betrothed to the Alpha who was ten years older than both of us. He still had not found his mate, so the elders had elected the Beta's daughter to be his chosen upon her eighteenth birthday. It was an extreme measure that many did not agree with in the pack, since it would prevent her from finding her true mate, but for some reason, it was still being carried out and the betrothal was in place.

When we discovered our fated bond, we kept it a secret at first. She told me it was safer for me, and like an idiot, I agreed.

We made love one time. Just once. She wouldn't let me claim her, but it was still the most magical experience of my life. The next morning... that was the worst experience of my life. That was the moment that she rejected me.

After falling asleep with her wrapped tightly in my arms, I didn't suspect the morning would bring such a fucking shitshow. I woke to her sitting on the edge of the bed, already showered and fully dressed. She didn't smell like me at all, and the old dorm room I lived in was void of her scent too. She had used a scent-neutralizing agent to disguise the evidence that she had been there.

Then, as I was just fully waking from my slumber, trying to wrap my head around what she was doing, she rejected me. She said the words so easily, only showing pain when the bond on her end was fully severed. I was wallowing in my heart-wrenching agony as she tearfully explained she just wanted one night, one experience with her fated mate before giving herself to the Alpha. She wanted to be Luna. She had dreamed of it since she was a little girl. When the Alpha turned eighteen when she was eight, she had cried herself to sleep that night when her dream didn't come true, and the Alpha claimed he didn't find his mate at dinner in the pack house that first night.

She was fucking eight. When I was eight, I was licking scented markers to see if they tasted like they smelled, and my idea of liking a girl was picking on the pig-tailed brat at school with better Pokémon cards than me. She must have been warped from the start, selfish and high- reaching, but that didn't change the fact that she was my mate. I still wanted her for myself. Not even standing a chance and being used the way I was didn't silence the longing in my heart.

The Alpha moved closer to my mate, dipping his head with protruded fangs while she angled her head to the side with a sultry look on her face.

"Down the hatch," Alexi murmured, covering my eyes and angling my head back to make the liquor flow. I choked and sputtered, then gasped, falling to the ground to clutch my chest as a deep, heartbroken roar from my beast tore out of me.

I don't know how long the agony lasted, but I eventually blacked out from the pain. The alcohol did nothing to dampen it. It only made me feel more sick and my stomach rolled.

"Everclear was a shit idea, asshole," Jamie whined somewhere in the void as I started to come to.

Fingers were in my mouth, and I felt like I was suffocating. It was seconds later that I realized I was choking on my own vomit and Jamie was trying to clear my airway. I rolled to my side, hacking up the putrid waste until nothing was left in me. It literally felt like nothing was left inside of me. My heart was nothing but an aching hole inside of my chest. My lungs were unable to suck in enough air.

I was empty. Hallow. My mate was marked by another, an Alpha no less, and now there was never going to be another chance for me to be happy.

The guys carried me through for months after that. We were warriors, and served directly under the Alpha himself. Because of me, they somehow managed to change my position, and theirs to border patrol instead. It wasn't as lucrative as being one of the Alpha's elite, living in the finer suites in the pack house and living among the ranked members themselves, but they knew it would be impossible for me to be around our new Luna knowing that she was once my fated mate. I could have transferred on my own, but they didn't hold loyalty to the Luna that played with their friend. They couldn't serve her like we all once swore to serve the Alpha, but we all knew we could serve and protect our pack faithfully on the border.

After nearly a year, I was beginning to feel whole again. I was waking up surrounded by my friends who cared about me in the bunkhouse, running patrols and then going out to de-stress on weekends. There was a local bar we all loved with mostly pack members that would meet to feel less lonely. Some were rejected, like me, and many others, like Jamie, Beau and Alex, just wanted random hook-ups to pass the time.

I started to fall in with that lifestyle, feeling the void inside of me with random hookups and fucks from the other warriors, some of the women just wanting a dick to bounce on for the night. I was at this club, grinding with one of the warrior women, kissing her neck and gliding my hands all over her body on the dance floor, when I felt a gentle tapping on my shoulder.

I turned, and there she was. My ex-mate. Her eyes were red-rimmed and swollen, and the pain I saw on her face stunned me for a moment.

"How could you," she gasped before running for the exit.

I don't know what came over me. I went after her without thinking, and before I knew it, she was using her Luna command to subdue me in the deserted parking lot. I was on the ground, quivering beneath her like a little bitch when she commanded me to meet her at an old abandoned warehouse that used to be used to store building materials. She then grabbed me by the collar and forced a kiss from me. Just like that, I was sucked in again.

Beau, Jamie and Alexi told me not to go, fearing for my life, but it was a command. Even if I didn't want to follow through with it, I had no choice.

They opted to come with me instead. That turned out to be an even bigger mistake, dooming all of us and not just me.