The Alphas’ P**n Star Mate

Beau POV

"Did you find him?" I asked Jamie and Alexi, just shifted back after running the entire border, looking for some sign of Boyd. "Nothing. Not even his scent," Jamie said.

"You sure he isn't just cozying up with some new tail here?" Alexi eyed some of the warrior women still lingering in the clearing near the warrior building after their late night run. "He hooked up with some omega chick our first night here." "Maybe. I hope so, at least," I muttered, kicking a large rock out of my footpath as we all walked back to where we left our clothes.

"That doofus wouldn't have left without saying something to us if that's what you are worried about," Jamie said.

"Don't act like you're not worried too."

Jamie grimaced. "Yeah, but that's the only thing it could be. We saw him last night. Maybe he just needed a day to get over his shit with Mick and Chloe."

"I heard Chloe accepted the other brother now too," Alexi elbowed Jamie with a smirk. "The house was buzzing when Alpha Miles came down with a mark on his neck." "See," Jamie said. "If Boyd heard about that too, you know he would need to escape for a little bit."

Alexi added, "He really thought Chloe was going to give him a chance once she was free from her first bond."

"I don't know why," I sighed. "I mean, I didn't think it would be Mick either, but at least there was some sort of feelings between Mick and Chloe. That tension was always so fucking thick, even if it was bad tension at first. Chloe just nothinged Boyd. It was all in his fucking head." "You know how he gets. He really thought he could win the Luna back from our Alpha too just because he was willing to share her," Alexi grumbled.

"Share my ass. She commanded it of us. I hated it," Jamie scoffed.

"Boyd was the only one that didn't. That woman fucked with his head too damn much. He doesn't know how to see or set boundaries now." We tried to help him see straight, but he gets these romanticized ideas and doesn't let them go. He's always been like that. His broken bond just fucked him up more in that regard. None of us say it out loud, but we are all thinking it. He can be unstable, which is why I'm so fucking worried.

"Let's give it a few days. He's a grown man, and he can leave to clear his mind if he needs to. If we haven't heard from him by this weekend, then we can panic," Jamie said. "He's probably getting his brains screwed out, or getting piss drunk right this minute. Nothing that will kill him." "I hope you're right."