The Alphas’ P**n Star Mate

Chloe POV

"Damn it, Chloe," Cindy cursed under his breath, looking through the computer. He had been pulling at his face, looking distraught for the past hour. I knew he was also exhausted from working at the club, but I didn't know what else to do but call him. "Why didn't you get me to set this up for you in the first place? This is a mess." "Darren did it," I sat back in the extra computer chair I dragged in from the other bedroom and crossed my arms. "He said it was on your server so it would be fine."

"It's not fine," Cindy scoffed. "There is nothing secure about your network, girl. He put you on the regular wifi instead of a secure line. Not only this video, but every video you ever recorded up here has had multiple leaks. There is no possible way for me to fix this now. Not with my limited abilities." He raked his hands through his shoulder-length hair, then dragged his nails down his neck, clearly stressed. "You could have told me you were doing this, Chloe. I mean, girl, I suspected, but I didn't know you had your own room and set up for it. I thought Darren and you were working as a team."

"We were," I said meekly. "But Jamie, Alexi and even Kai recorded with me too. It wasn't just Darren."

"It seems you left one of your conquests out," Cindy smirked, looking out the open bedroom door to catch a glimpse of Mick using my coffee maker to make a big pot of coffee for everyone.

I couldn't help but to blush. "That was a one-time thing," I whispered.

"Was it now?" He eyed the fresh mark on my neck, then went back to typing away on a black screen on the monitor. It was a series of codes and I had no idea what he was doing.

Now that the shock of my face getting leaked has settled, and I'm no longer in a stupor from the new bond and the powerful lust that overtook me, I'm not sure how to handle the fact I have a second chance mate, and it is Mick of all people. Mick. The infuriating neighbor I have wanted to punch in the face almost every time I've seen him for the past year. Now we're full mated and he's making me coffee in my apartment, only wearing a pair of boxers.

"His friend was mighty disappointed after Mickey-poo carried you off stage. She demanded to be taken to his apartment for an explanation. It was entertaining, but I started feeling bad for the bitch."

Cortina growled in my chest, intolerant of any interest someone else had for Mick.

"Down, girl. Rodger came back and fixed her right up. She was saying 'Mick who?' in minutes before we sent her on her way." Cindy was focused for a few minutes as I was lost in my murderous thought of the piggy bitch, but then he asked, "So, it was Boyd who informed you that you were still live without that lovely disguise?" He nodded towards the mask, still resting on the mess of a bed.

"Yeah," I sighed, feeling annoyed again. After the shock wore off, I was stunned by Boyd's audacity at just storming into my apartment and trying to kick Mick out. He was acting like he walked in on me cheating or something, even though I made it clear as day multiple times that I would never have that kind of relationship with him.

Well, I would have said the same about me and Mick, and look how that turned out. I'm still not sure how to process everything.

"So, Boyd had to have a subscription to your channel to see it, right? Did you know he was a follower of yours?"

"No," I rolled my eyes. "To be fair, I don't check who is following me most of the time. I know I have Darren and Jamie in there too."

Cindy nodded, then grabbed his laptop, pulling up my account and it was already logged in. He started going through my followers list. There were thousands. Tens of thousands. I didn't realize how many I had until Cindy whistled under his breath. Instead of searching through the whole list, he searched by name. When he typed in 'Boyd' several popped up, but I recognized the top profile picture right away. It was a picture of an eight ball wedged between his muscled cleavage. I took the picture after he lost another game and another bet with me. We have the same picture framed in the game room as a trophy.

Cindy proceeded to look up other members of our Broom StiXXX family. Winnie wasn't a follower, of course, but I was surprised to see Riley on my list. Dave was not, which didn't surprise me. He is entirely devoted to Riley. Riley probably only follows me out of curiosity. He is the nosiest person in the building and likes being informed about all that is happening.

When Cindy typed in Mick's name, I was a little disappointed that he didn't come up. There was another Mick, and two Macks, but not a Mick Carver. He had a very distinct profile, a clear thirst-trap to get more female followers. I may have looked him up a time or two, but never followed him either. I don't know why I'm even getting annoyed.

"What are you both doing?" Mick walked back into the room carrying three steaming cups of coffee. "Did you get it figured out?"

Cindy stared at the offered cup in Mick's hands. "Oatmilk and-"

"Vanilla syrup." Mick set the cup next to Cindy's laptop. "I know better than to offer you black coffee."

"Good boy," Cindy huffed, going back to search for the names of our other housemates.

Mick was gripping two mugs in one large hand, one for him and one for me. I found that to be extremely sexy, seeing his muscles and tendons flexed, and the grip he had. I bit my lip and took the mug he offered me, muttering a small, "thank you." "You're welcome," he dipped down and kissed my cheek, then sat on the bed behind us. "Did you get your videos deleted?"

"On my account, yes, but they were recorded and saved on the outside by too many people, so it won't do any good." Mick frowned at that.

"2,311 times is the number of times that the last video was exported to an outside source," Cindy muttered. "Darren set this crap up to run on wifi. The basic house wifi. It will take a team of people to clear her face everywhere. I am but one solitary, sexy-as-sin person without the capacity or means to do all that." He took a sip of his coffee, then his face split in a surprised smile as he looked at his screen. "Kai, that sly fox. He's been following you since the day you set this account up. He used kanji to write his name so it wouldn't be noticeable. I almost missed it."

"Kai?" Mick stood back up and bent over my shoulder, making his scent wash over me. I took a deep breath, letting it soothe me. "What are you doing, looking at her followers? Did Kai download the video?" Mick sounded irritated at the thought.

"Not that I know of, but he did like every single one, and gave you gifts on many."

Mick made a dissatisfied noise. "Are you fucking serious? Are you just looking at each one of us to see if we're following Chloe and what we did on her page?"

"Pretty much," Cindy batted his eyes at Mick, then went to type in the next name. "You're not following her, by the way. She looked disappointed when you didn't show up."

"I did not," I scoffed.

"Did too. Your face is too expressive, babe. You were upset."

"I just found out about it yesterday," Mick argued, looking nervously down at me. I offered a tight smile.

"And he was pissed the moment he found out," Cortina chuckled. "Guess now we know why." Cortina was watching Mick through my eyes with hearts floating around her head. She was satisfied with how things worked out. That was clear. The mask thing wasn't too much of a concern to her.

"You sound okay with this," I commented. "All of it."

"Of course I am. I knew he would give you one last big bang."

"This isn't just one last big bang. It's another mate, Cortina. He's not like the others."

She smiled at me. "I know. That's why it was so important he was your last. He's the last of your old life and the first of your new one."

"What about Rome?"

She was quiet for a minute, then said, "It will all work out. He wanted this too."