The Alphas’ P**n Star Mate

Chloe POV

Waking up, I lifted my hands to the heavy pressure weighing down on my chest. My eyes opened into slits, looking down, and I saw it was Miles wrapped around me, laying his head between my breasts. He had the most peaceful expression. Mick must have been the one to go to training again.

It's been like this for the past three days. Mick has been the one leading the elite training early mornings and Miles has been sleeping in with me. I tried to tell them I wanted to go to training too the first day, but Miles explained how exhausted he has been trying to take over the pack on his own. Mick is stepping up, and Miles is sleeping in. Having me in bed with him helps him fully relax, and I'm not complaining about the extra sleep with him. He's the most selfless man I have ever met. If he asks anything of me, I'm going to give it to him. "He has a hair swirl," Cortina chuckled. I laughed with her and started playing with his hair. Unlike Mick, Miles doesn't care much about his hair or his outward appearance. His hair is always sticking up every which way. It's cute.

Mick and Miles are so different from one another, but they balance each other out. I'm falling for both of them more every day for all the reasons they're different.

Miles is shy only around me. He's very confident at all other times, and despite his stoic quietness, he's really kind and compassionate.

Mick I already knew had self confidence issues with others, especially in the pack, but he's more than confident with me. He's down right bossy and domineering in the best ways. He's also not very kind or compassionate outside of our inner circle. With Rome, he's coming into his Alpha role, and as his confidence grows so does his ability to speak his mind. I heard him tell off warriors yesterday for not wearing clothes in the pack house. I giggled like crazy when he went on a whole rant about how his Nonna shouldn't have to see their shriveled dicks. "Mmh, that feels good," Miles said in a husky groan, finally stirring awake.

"I like your cow lick," I teased him, twirling his hair swirl to make it stick out even more.

"I worked all night on it just for you," he smiled against my chest, nuzzling deeper.

"How sweet of you," I giggled.

His sharp, sleepy eyes glanced up at me, making butterflies flutter in my lower abdomen. Bed head really does suit him.

He rolled his body over mine, nestling between my legs. I started to get excited, but then he just dropped his weight on the bed, using my tummy as a pillow.

I frowned, feeling disappointed. Neither he or Mick seem to have much of a libido lately. I have to be the one to initiate.

They have both been working so hard lately. Maybe they're just stressed.

Miles usually needs more direction in that area. Maybe I should just tell him I want it.

"Morning sex is the best way to wake up, don't you think?" I asked him in a rough whisper, combing my fingers through his hair.

A lazy smile spread on his roughly handsome face. "Is my Luna in the mood?"

"Are you not?"

"I'm always in the mood to please you," he husked before pressing his lips to my belly.

I was stunned for a moment. Was he not in the mood and just willing to pacify me?

I was about to ask, but then Nonna mind linked us both.

"Last call for breakfast!"

Miles sighed. "If we don't go down there, she'll come up here and get us again."

That's what Nonna did yesterday. She stormed in, grabbing my naked, sleeping, stoic mate by the ear and dragged him out of bed.

She and Gail have been taking care of the Luna ceremony planning even though we have yet to set a date. Since Winnie bought me a dress already, they took it as a go ahead to plan. They've been insistent that the planning process doesn't need a set date. Now, every meal time, every time one of them catches me, they have me looking at swatches and mood boards trying to get me involved in the planning too.

"Come on, my Luna," Miles gently pulled me with him out of bed so we could both get ready.

I was still worrying about what just happened in bed as I pulled off the oversized shirt Miles forced on me last night. It wasn't until I noticed Miles's sharp gaze raking my naked body that I realized I was just overthinking. The lust in his baby blues was unmistakable. Miles clasped my hand proudly as we walked together to the dining room, and by the time we got there and he was pulling my chair out for me, the worries I had about him not wanting to sleep with me were all but gone. His hand resting on my thigh as the omegas brought us our plates and the swarming emotions of desire coming from him eased my mind.

"You guys are late again," Beau smirked at me. "How many days in a row is this now?"

"They're slacking," Alexi teased. "Sexing each other up while the rest of us sweat it out the honest way in the morning."

"I'd like a little dishonesty with her," Jamie said, staring at the door as Nonna came rushing in. Miles grimaced, but didn't snap at Jamie like Mick would have.

"There's my favorite granddaughter," Nonna personally brought me one of her espressos, something I'm getting more and more used to drinking. She completely ignored Jamie, snubbing his intense stare.

"Hi to you too, Nonna," Miles muttered.

She chuckled, leaning down to whisper in my ear, "He's cute when he's jealous, isn't he?"

"Adorable," I giggled.

She kissed my cheek with an approving grin, then kissed Miles's cheek too. "Good morning, nipote. I'm guessing you want a coffee too?"

"Please," he lifted his chin, trying to look offended.

"I'll make you the best coffee in all of Texas," she patted his cheek, then started for the kitchen.