The Alphas’ P**n Star Mate

"That's just Estel," Miles said. "You have nothing to worry about, baby."

"Is she mated?" I snapped, though I could tell the answer just by looking at her neck. It was clear of scars. Just covered in blood and dirt. "Uh, no," Miles said nervously.

"Huh." I pressed my lips firmly together, glaring at my other mate and the unfamiliar woman conversing in hushed whispers. She looked upset about something, and he had a sympathetic look on his face. When he reached out and started rubbing her arm, I couldn't stop the growl from spilling from my lips.

"Easy, lapachka," Lenny said in a tone that was too amused for my fucking liking. "Your claws are showing."

"Fuck you," I snarled.

Mick's head snapped up when he heard me. He looked worried, and rubbed the woman's arm one more time before running over to me. "Hey, cara. I didn't think you would be up. Boyd's back."

"I see that," I said through clenched teeth, still glaring at the woman.

"Hey," Mick grabbed my chin and turned it towards him. "Are you okay?"

I jerked my chin away from him. "Fucking awesome."

Miles chuckled, making Mick look over at him. I could tell they were mind linking because of their eyes, which just pissed me off more.

"Aw, cara," Mick pulled me against him, ignoring my attempts to push him away. "Qualcuna è gelosa?" His deep, exhausted voice whispered in my ear made everything inside me tingle, but I held onto my anger and tried to ignore it.

"I don't want to hear about pasta right now you jerk."

"He wasn't asking about pasta, baby," Miles chuckled. "He was asking if you were jealous."

I glared back at Mick. "Fuck you."

"Mmh, I like jealous Chloe." He then started whispering pasta types in my ear, pissing me off more. "Linguine. Spaghetti. Rigatoni..."

"Get the fuck off me, you jerk. Lenny! Bash heads. Do it."

He laughed uncomfortably and held his hands up, backing away.

Mick scoffed with amusement and grabbed my neck, holding it steady as his smiling, smug lips met mine. I resisted at first, but the longer the sparks erupted between us, the harder it was to fight. I ended up melting into him, letting his expert mouth and adventurous tongue work me into a weak-kneed mess.

"Mmh, I need that," Mick practically purred. "It's been a long fucking night."

I glared, but lost the rest of my fight against him.

He and Miles both laughed lightly, then he said, "I'll let you ride my face with your pretty little pussy until your scent is absorbed into every last one of my pores later. That way, I always smell like my jealous little mate. Will that make you feel better?"

"No," I lied. I liked that thought a little too much.

"Okay," Mick chuckled, seeing right through me.

"Fuck, I've never seen this side of her," Miles said to his brother, hugging me from behind. "Jealous Chloe is hot too."

"I'm not jealous, you assholes!" I lied. I pushed them both away, then headed straight for the woman in question.

She took a worried step back, looking frantically at Mick and Miles like she was asking for backup or some shit. She could look somewhere else.

"Hi. I'm Chloe. Mick and Miles's not jealous mate, who will kick your fucking ass in the cheeriest way possible if you ever whisper in my mate's ear again. Got it?" I reached my hand out, waiting for her to take it. I was giving her a look, daring her not to. I think everyone's eyes were on me at that moment, but I didn't fucking care. I'm tired of bottling shit like this in. Cortina was cheering me on in my head, and she was all the support I needed.

"Um, hi," she slowly reached out to take my hand. She then winced when I squeezed hers a little too tight. "Estel. I'm sorry, Luna. I didn't mean to-"

"Sure you didn't. Don't do it again," I growled, then released her. "Thanks for helping to save my friend."

I then walked over to Boyd, who was watching me warily, standing between Beau and Alexi. He looked worried too.

"Welcome home," I told him, softening my expression with true gratitude that he was back in one piece. "Try to not get your ass abducted again. Got it?" "Um, I'll try," he murmured.

I rubbed his arms, similarly to the way Mick rubbed the shewolf earlier. I couldn't help being a little petty after Mick's unnecessary teasing. I meant to do it comfortingly, to support Boyd, but when my hand connected to his skin, I gasped and jerked my hand away. It was lightning fast, a sudden vision that flashed inside my mind the moment my skin touched him.

A snake, black as could be, with dark, shining jewels for eyes. It sprung at me, taking me off-guard.

"Chloe?" he stared at me in confusion. Everyone was. I didn't know what to do. What to say. I didn't know what the hell that was. Another vision like what I got with the flask?

Then I saw something dark slithering in the backs of Boyd's eyes. It was so faint, I almost missed it.

What the hell happened to him?