The Alphas’ P**n Star Mate

Cindy POV (flashback) "You're disgusting," my sister twisted her lip, appalled at me after walking in on me with a full face of makeup.

It had been a secret. A secret that I had kept hidden for so long. After everyone went to bed at night, the loud snores of my gruff father the only noise heard outside of my room, a sign that everyone had turned in for the evening, I would allow myself to indulge in the desires I had suppressed throughout the entire day.

Crossdressing, or being trans, as the more cultured people outside of my small-minded pack called it, was something that would get me roughed up and driven out in a heartbeat. During the day, I was the quiet, weird loner that no one paid much attention to. In school, I flew under the radar, except for when the Alpha's and Beta's kids needed an easy target to pick on.

Werewolves were supposed to be strong, especially the men. My father, one of the top trainers in the pack, was highly disappointed with his scrawny, mind-tempered only son. My older sister, being the strong warrior she was, didn't help my case with him. Especially when I professed I would rather make a career in acting or the theater than being a warrior like him.

My dream had always been to leave my pack, run away to Hollywood to make it out there where people were more open-minded and accepting of people like me. My dad killed that dream right when I got the nerve to share it with him. He threw every insult and derogatory comment my way until I felt nothing but bitterness. Towards him, and towards myself.

I knew my father hadn't been fond of me my entire life. It was no secret in our household. I was the weak son, the last born child that killed his mother. I knew I would never have his support, but hearing him voice his true feelings for me so venomously had me scared to even leave my room most days. Hollywood became a distant dream, unattainable to me, the worthless freak of my pack.

The only pleasure I allowed myself was at night, in the secrecy of my room. I would pull out my carefully acquired make-up kit, as well as the wigs and costumes I had stolen from the theater closet at school during my last years there. I would lock my door, and free myself to be who I truly was.

I had done this for years. Tonight was the first night I had ever been caught.

"Vicki," I felt all the warmth drain from my face. "Wh-what are you-"

"What am I doing here? You fucking freak," she sneered. "What the fuck are you doing?"

"I... I was..."

"Save it," she scoffed. "I'm getting dad. The freak gets ever freakier. He's going to go insane."

"Don't!" I pleaded. "Vicki, please," I reached out to grab her arm, but she jerked away from me, making me fall to the ground. My wig fell off my head right as our father's door swung open.

I didn't even realize his snoring had stopped. The frozen fear that was coursing through me suddenly left me with the inability to breathe. I don't know how much he heard, but by the scathing fury in his eyes, I knew he heard enough.

My sister stood back and watched as our father destroyed my face, and broke my body, then helped him bulldoze through my entire room, turning over everything until they found all the things I had kept hidden for so long.

All I could do was lie on the bloody carpet, watching with swollen, bloodshot eyes as the mess filtered out into the hall. My wolf, my weaker omega wolf, fought hard to heal me, and by the time the Alpha and Beta arrived at our house, I was finally about to stand on my feet. "Dycin Lewalt Norris, son of warrior Oliver Norris, I hereby renounce you from Steel Moon Pack. You are banned from our territories, and are to live from this moment forth as a rogue."

Those words didn't hurt nearly as much as seeing the repulsion on my father's face, glaring at me like his Alpha was doing him the favor of getting rid of the filth.

I was tossed outside the border of the pack my father leaving me with nothing but my ID and a trash bag full of my stuff. Most of the clothes in the bag had been destroyed in the purging of my room, makeup and powder caking in all of them.

My sister snubbed me completely, being the first to turn her back to me before shifting and heading back into the pack's territory. My father spit on the ground, then followed her, never looking back.

The Beta was the last to linger between me and the pack lands. He was the only one with pity in his eyes, seeing the injustice of it all. When it was just the two of us, me sitting broken on the dirt road, sobbing into my mud covered hands, he approached me, crouching down and lifting my face to meet his.

"You did nothing wrong here, Dycin. Nothing. Remember that. Take this," he took my muddy hand, not cringing away from the filth or from me. In it, he placed a wad of bills, thick enough that I had to grip tight to keep hold of them all. "I called a friend. One that can help you make a fresh start."

He squeezed my shoulder, giving me the kindest smile I have ever received. As a new bout of ugly sobs tore through me, he hugged me tight, letting me feel warmth from another person. It was a somber notion, getting my first gift of human warmth in years from a Beta I never spoke to before this shameful moment.

After I calmed down, just enough to let him know I would be alright and to thank him, a beat up pick up pulled onto the dirt trail. Their headlights blinded me for a moment, and when my vision returned, there was an old man with thick dreads surrounding his aged face exiting the driver's seat.

"This him?" the man looked me up and down, then towards the Beta for an answer.

"This is Dycin," the Beta waved towards me after shaking the man's hand. "You once told me you knew of a place for men that needed to get free from abuse. I hope you can help him."

"Oh, I know the perfect place for this one," the man smiled, his wrinkles bending and crinkling in ways that had me feeling at ease. "Let's go, Dycin."

Dycin. I always hated that name. It was the first thing I was going to change when I left this place. Hearing a stranger call me by the name was odd, like he was calling me Justin or Laurie. It was just another name. One I didn't have any emotional ties to anymore.

I always wanted to change it. Maybe now I can.

The man threw his arm around my shoulders, pretending not to notice as I winced in anxious anticipation. "How do you feel about endless sunshine in a place where you are living among the stars?"

"Huh?"

"California, son!" He laughed merrily, opening the passenger door for me and ushering me in. "Venice Beach has this restaurant right off the beach that has the best lobster rolls...."

The man droned on about California the entire thirty minute drive to a cottage on the other side of the human town closest to the pack. I never got his name, but the more he talked, the more comfortable I became with him.

When we got out of the cottage, I was a little disappointed, thinking we were heading to an airport. Not his old but charming house.

That disappointment dwindled when, as he was still talking, he lifted his hands and silverish smoke flowed from his fingertips. The smoke twirled around the only open space on the side of his house until it formed a picture. A moving picture. That was when it hit me what this man was. A witch.

I had never seen one before. Our pack was closed off and didn't interact with other species. Not even humans very often.

"In you go," he waved his hand in a swooping motion. "Tell Rodger I said hi."

"Who is Rodger?!" I demanded, staring at the moving image on the side of his house. There was a tall brick building with showboards outside, pictures of men wearing little to nothing in each slot. The neon lettering above the door read 'BROOM STIXXX'. Was he sending me off to be sold off in some sex club?!

"Rodger is Rodger," the elderly man shrugged. "Quiet. Brooding. Hair like 80s porn star. You can't miss him. Now, in you go. It may look closed, but just knock. Rodger is expecting you."

It took more coaxing on his part, but eventually, he pushed me through, waving to me as he closed the portal behind me.

Palm trees and the breezy heat were flooding my senses. I really was in California. This was my dream. Escaping to this land of sunshine and endless possibilities.

I hesitated outside, unsure of what to do. Should I trust a man I only knew for thirty minutes? A man whose name I still don't know, and meet another man who all I know is his name? Rodger? Or should I turn and leave, heading for Hollywood like I always dreamed of. Staring at the people passing through the streets, and the busy roads visible through the alleyways, I suddenly felt alone again. Not alone like I was in Steel Moon Pack, but truly alone. I was a rogue, without a pack, with a weaker wolf, and no one to fall back on if I failed. This place may be a whore house wanting to sell my asexual, crossdressing ass, but I want to trust the people that helped me in the lowest point in my life.

I wiped my face with the back of my dirty hand, probably just smearing more mud on it. I tossed my trash bag of destroyed meager belongings over my shoulder, and took those final steps to the front door. KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

I held my breath, waiting for what felt like forever, but it was actually only seconds. Then, the door swung open. A friendly older man with kind eyes and a groomed beard was smiling back at me. "You must be Dycin. Welcome to Broom StiXXX."

I paused, a swell of emotions rushing through me. The reality of everything that had happened in the past couple hours hit me all at once.

As the tears started to stream down my cheeks, I whispered, "Cindy. My name is Cindy now."

"Cindy," the guy, Rodger I was guessing, opened the door wide for me to come in. "Welcome home, Cindy."