The Alphas’ P**n Star Mate
Chapter 48 – The Alphas’ Porn Star Mate

Miles POV

I had to touch her. The urge was getting out of control. Ivar was ready to throw me out of my seat and drag my body to her himself.

Fuck, I felt murderous. Hearing about the shit she went through with her first mate, and the desperation I could hear in her voice to be free and never be tied to an Alpha again crushed my soul. Everything else became background noise. I heard everything, every detail, but all I could think about was getting my hands on this Alpha Cameron and inflicting every ounce of pain she must have felt back on him before taking his last breath.

The more and more she talked, the more I saw her closing herself off. She wasn't going to open up to me, and that made my rage towards her first mate grow so much more. I was ready to rip out of this room and replace him before he could replace her.

I needed to touch her. Just one touch and I could calm all this rage inside of me. I was sure of it, and then I could think rationally again. When Mick left the room with the asshole rogue that had the nerve to call my mate a slut right in front of me, I knew if I didn't touch her then that I would follow them both out and finish the bastard myself.

"Chloe," I said her name repeatedly, desperately, letting her sage and mountain air scent seep into my skin, filling my head and clearing away all the murderous rage I had been feeling up until that point that made it hard to think about anything else.

"Alpha Miles," she whispered, tensing and twitching in my hold. I could almost feel her internal battle. Her head said one thing, that she didn't want another Alpha mate, but then there was the bond demanding her to react to my touch.

She gave in halfway, gently resting her hands on my back, gasping when the electrical sparks ignited between us. Her lithe body felt so right in my arms. Her skin was silky and smooth where my nose pressed against her nape. "Chloe," her name left my lips one more time in a shaky breath before a deep, threatening growl had my body tensing up again, right before my brother tackled me to the ground, away from Chloe.

His eyes were glowing, his canines elongating like he was ready to rip out my throat. His hands were veiny, like they get before claws break through the surface of your skin.

I couldn't do anything but stare in amazement. Did he have his wolf at last? Did he gain one while he was away?

"She's mine," Mick snarled, his hot breath rushing past me. His face was inches from mine. I couldn't fight back, even if I wanted to. He was my brother, and my mate's other mate. Hurting him would hurt her. "Keep your hands off my mate." His voice came out in a low threatening hiss. "Mick, come on," Chloe said, pulling against his arm. She was trying to pull him off me. "Please."

He let out one last warning growl, then pushed himself off me, getting to his feet. His hands went to Chloe's waist, his face to her mark on her neck. He was calming himself, much like I was just doing. He was using our mate to get control of his feral urges. That was something only people with wolves did. The animal in us demanded it. It was instinct.

I continued to lay on the ground, amazed at the changes in my brother. Chloe held him to her, running her hands up and down his back, murmuring that she was his and to calm down. Her eyes kept straying to mine, hesitation and confusion lining her gorgeous face. When Mick had control over his anger again, he said in a cold voice, "We will be in one of the guest rooms in the annex. I can't calmly be around you right now."

Panic started to hit me, and Ivar was pacing restlessly in my head. The annex was on the other end of the packhouse. If something happened to our mate, we wouldn't be able to get to her quickly.

"Your room! Take your old room. It's the same as you left it. No one touched it except the omegas to clean." Our father used to go in there too and mourn the loss of his son, but I don't think Mick wants to hear that right now.

Mick stared down at me with rigid enmity. He didn't say another word and just started to lead Chloe out of the conference room. Right before the door swung closed, she turned to look at me one last time, an anxious expression on her face.

Chloe POV

"I shouldn't have left you," Mick murmured, lying between my legs, his head resting on my chest. We were in his childhood bedroom, and I was lying on a mound of pillows in his old bed. Mick has been pouting on top of me since he dragged me in here, and I've just been combing my fingers through his hair, trying to calm him as best I could.

"He's like a honery puppy," Cortina snickered, enjoying the contact with our mate as much as I am. I've been pissed off at him for most of the day, having to hear the details about his personal information from Boyd of all people, and then because I was second guessing the bond between us. Now, I don't think I could stomach not being with him. Seeing how dependent he already was on me, and the different kinds of possessive tendencies he had towards me, had me falling for him more and more, and it wasn't just because of the bond. I was genuinely replaceing all these different aspects of him adorable and attractive.

I just didn't like him fighting with his brother because of me.

"We can leave, Chloe," Mick rested his chin between my breasts, staring up at me with his puppy-dog pouting blue eyes. "Just me and you. We could just drive and live alone. You and me. Your ex and no one else could ever replace us."

It was tempting. When Mick first made the suggestion, I was tempted to take it. It was what I always wanted, to just live alone, unaffected by a pack and its selfish Alpha.

Miles's face flashed in my head, and the face he made as he was staring after us as we left the conference room. The longing there was clear as day. I could also feel his desperation while he was holding me. It took me by surprise. It left me confused. I saw the disgust and resentment on his face when I explained why we were here. Could I have misinterpreted his expressions? The way he was hugging me, there wasn't a bit of disgust in him. There was not any restraint in his need to be close to me. He was clinging to me like I was the answer to all his prayers. I didn't know what to think now.

"We can't do that, Mick," I combed my fingers through his hair a few more times, and then held his face between my hands. "Rodger wants us to stay here, and a pack is the safest place to be against Cameron." I bit my bottom lip worriedly. "You don't know how crazy he is." His pout deepened. "You don't think I can protect you either, do you?"

I couldn't help but to smile and kiss his pouty lips. He deepened the kiss, then sucked my bottom lip into his mouth, prolonging the contact until he was ready to let go. I groaned lustfully, loving his adorable possessiveness.