The Alphas’ P**n Star Mate

"So," Boyd stared at me as I blew the blue chalk off the tip of my cue. He was racking the balls with skill. The way his fingers pushed between and glided over the balls was meant to be seductive. This wasn't just a game of pool for him. "You know how to play, huh?" "She does," Beau chuckled, running his hands over his stubble. "She looks ready to eat you alive."

"Perhaps," I shrugged my shoulders.

"A Luna and a man eater? You're just what this house needed." Boyd's suggestive expression made me laugh.

Being flirted with so openly was something new. Cameron sure as hell didn't flirt and the she-wolf warriors were not allowed to mingle much with the men before turning eighteen. Besides the older trainers and brothers of my friends, I didn't interact much with the opposite sex at all.

Sure, in grade school, up until I turned fourteen and went the warrior route in school, classes were co-ed, but adolescent boys didn't flirt like men. They were mean, and being an orphan in a pack like Fire Moon made me the target of bullying.

My commander when I moved to the warrior course didn't tolerate bullying, and most women that joined chose the warrior path for reasons like me. They were looking for somewhere to belong. We became a family.

The other she-wolves were still required to train once a day, and those were the ones that the ranked heirs would mess with during training, but us core warrior women didn't want the attention of the men. We were fulfilled in our relationships with each other.

Then stupid, dirtbag Cameron had to take me from that. He was never nice about it either. Everyone knew being mated to the Alpha would be hell for me, and the sympathetic goodbyes from my friends as I left to move into the main part of the packhouse broke my heart. I could see them from my window, but as the future Luna, I was never allowed to mingle with them again.

Now look at me. Playing pool and being flirted with by male strippers. I can only imagine what Luna Klarissa would say. Or fuckign Cameron.

"I like your boxers," Darren, the werebear who was helping with kitchen duty tonight said. He was massive, just like Dave was, but he had deep, rich skin and long braids. The only similarity between the two bears was their massive size.

"Thanks. I like yours too," I nodded at the CALVIN KLEIN stitching poking out above his jeans waistband.

"You like that?" He grinned. "I can show you more of it later."

"Hey, now. I called dibs," Boyd said in a disapproving tone.

"Dibs?" I asked, raising my eyebrows and taking the cue ball from his hands. "Dibs on what exactly? Showing me your underwear first?"

"That among other things." I could feel his eyes on me as I bent over the table and lined up my shot. I gave my ass an extra wiggle just to tease him more. Then, an idea popped into my head.

"Tell you what," I leaned my elbows on the felt and stared back at him. "We can make a wager, and I'll give you the opportunity to do exactly that."

"What?" his eyes went wide, surprised at my offer.

"You want to show me yours so badly, play for it. Each ball in, the other has to remove an article of clothing."

A greedy grin spread on his face and he rubbed his hands together. The other guys were snorting and chortling at the challenge.

"You sure you want to do this, honey? I've got far more on than you. You are not even wearing socks."

I turned around, leaning against the pool table and pressed the tip of my playing stick to his chest, leaving a blue mark on his neon yellow shirt.

"I'm sure. Not only that, but the winner gets to bend the loser over the table for everyone to see." I dragged the cue stick down his chest, resting it right at the waist of his pants. "You in?"

"Oh, I'm in," he said eagerly. Too eagerly. He was underestimating me.

Good.

"Mind if I break?"

"By all means," he said in a taunting voice.

I smirked, turning back to the table. I bent over, lining up the perfect shot again. It's my money shot. It's been years since I last played, but when you play as often as I did, that doesn't matter. My muscles remember the form like I had just played yesterday. "Man, are you sure about this? She really looks like she knows what she's doing," Alexi said, watching my form and set up while Boyd and the others were busy staring at my ass.

"Yeah, she does," Darren hummed. He was still just staring at my ass. I noticed out of the corner of my eye that Beau and Jamie were watching my set up now. Only Boyd and Darren were still staring at my ass.

I smirked, then with the right amount of force and precision, I sent the cue ball gliding smoothly but quickly to do a hard break. The loud crack of the balls made Boyd and Darren finally turn their attention to the table. I sank five balls at once, most being striped. I grinned proudly, bouncing on my toes as Boyd stared in disbelief.

"No way. You're a chick. A fucking Luna."

"I was a warrior first," I tiptoed towards him gleefully, holding the pool stick behind my back. "There was no better way to welcome a newcomer than beating their ass at 8 ball." I brought the stick to his chin, then ran its tip around his neck and down his back as I circled around him. Then, I suddenly swatted his ass with the stick, making him jump and yelp. "Just a taste of what you're going to get after I bend you over the table later."

"This is cheating. I thought you were some pampered, caged Luna who just got mated with a prick. I didn't know you were normal."

"Normal?" I raised an eyebrow. "Do I come across as a snob?"

"Well, no, but you did say you were in a coma for a year. Maybe that humbled you or something. I don't know. I just know I feel cheated right now."

"Sounds like someone is making excuses to keep his clothes on?" I pressed my hand to my hip, popping it to the side. "Are you calling off the bet? Man. You must not have wanted to see me naked that badly. It's a shame." I lifted the hem of my sweatshirt, pulling it up just enough to give him a glimpse of my stomach and underboob before I started to fan myself with the fabric. "I was getting a little warm too."

"Shit," Boyd stared, licking his lips.

"Don't be a pussy," Darren said with a deviant grin. "If you can just get that sweater off her it will be worth it."

Boyd rubbed his jaw, still staring at my exposed skin as I wafted my sweater back and forth, an innocent grin on my face.

He groaned, then pulled his shirt over his head. "Fine." He kicked both his shoes off too. "I've got more clothes on than you anyway." "Lucky you," I giggled.

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"No fucking way," Beau shook his head in disbelief when I pocketed the last striped ball. "No fucking way did you get every damn ball in a single turn." Boyd was scowling at the table, down to just his tank and boxer briefs.