The Alphas’ P**n Star Mate
Chapter 58 – The Alphas’ Porn Star Mate

Mick

POV

"Uh, Alpha. I found another one," Ben, one of the omegas that works in the tech department waved me over again. "It's linked with hers."

The webpage was opened on a page with information on Chloe, like ways to replace her and any leads provided by this Mr. Smith asshole. There were pages all over the dark web with this same bullshit. Even after Billy removed the main hit on Chloe, all these affiliate links keep being discovered. Most have Darren's name and information tagged with it, but I'm replaceing more and more of mine, and so are the others. We already called and got Darren's permission to delete his accounts and all traces of his streams and videos with Chloe. I guess I'm next. "I think it would be safest if you just removed your account, Mick," Miles told me, reading my mind.

"I think so too."

"Are you going to be okay with that? I know you said something about royalties before."

"It's fine. My bank is loaded enough anyway." I really could support Chloe and myself lavishly for the rest of our lives and have money left over. I just didn't want to take away from any of my co-stars in the past. Many of the women were crazy, like Jones, but I did work with women who truly just had nowhere else to turn but porn to support themselves and their family. I didn't want single mothers and women who were supporting disabled parents to lose any income.

Chloe comes first. Those women can always make more films. I'm not willing to risk Chloe's safety for any other woman, no matter the circumstances.

"I saw that," Billy smirked. "Quite the best egg you got yourself."

"You looked into my banking account?" I lifted an eyebrow.

"Oh yeah. Wanted to make sure my boy was getting those stud fees." When I continued to stare coldly at him, he sighed and added, "Okay, okay. So, your paychecks left a paper trail to your bank, of course, and then that information was being used to track you to where you lived. Some seedy strip joint in LA?" I frowned, then nodded once. "See. I had to delete the paper trails, but they were already being used to track you. That club might be crawling with visitors soon. I'd warn your other friends."

"They should all be here by morning," I said. When I called Cindy earlier, he said Rodger had a plan. Cindy was already on his way here now with everyone except Rodger, Kai and Lenny. They will be on their way by tonight. "Hey, Mick," Miles called me from his desk. "Can you take a look at this for me and tell me what you think?"

I've been trying to stay away from Miles. I've been avoiding looking at him. Every time he is in my direct line of vision, I start hearing those voices in my head, like an inner monologue that I can't shut up. The voice would tease me, saying things like, 'Wouldn't it be fun to see her riding him while you take her from the back, or, 'You could fuck her mouth while she fucks his. Then there were the rational thoughts like, 'She would be better protected as the Luna of your pack,' and, 'Her wolf needs a pack to thrive.

The most recent murmurings have been nagging at me the most; 'She never had a family before. You can give her that and so much more by staying here and having her accept him,' then, 'She deserves all the love she can get. All of it!

Chloe is my miracle. I'm scared of that miracle being taken from me. Seeing my brother around her, though, is making me think more and more that I wouldn't be losing anything. She is drawn to him. Anyone can see it. Through all their looks and gazes at breakfast, he never pushed for anything, and she still showered me with the same level of affection as before. Maybe even more.

"Mick?" Miles asked again, and I shook my head, clearing the thoughts from it.

"Yeah. Coming."

The voice started murmuring in my head again, but I tried my best to ignore it, no matter how much of a headache it gave me.

Miles had a list of warriors he wanted to assign as guards for Chloe for the time being. All of the warriors were mated or women and were people I knew well. I would have been happy with the list, but it was ultimately Chloe's choice whether she wanted guards or not. Not mine. I told Miles as much too.

"She's very independent, and the constant surveillance she was under at Fire Moon Pack was one of the biggest reasons she hated being Luna. She wants freedom, Miles. She might not want warriors following her around all the time."

"Can't you talk her into it? I want her to have her freedom too, but under the circumstances....."

I frowned, then sighed. "I'll talk to her, but I'm not going to force her."

Miles's expression turned more stony, and that always present crease from his stressed frowning was dimpling between his eyes. I would have laughed if it wasn't for the situation. He was always too serious about his duties. I know he won't force Chloe to see his way, but he is going to feel like a failure if she doesn't take the protection and something does happen to her.

"Why don't you try talking to her later instead? She might be more willing if you showed her that face you are making right now."

"What face?" he grumbled, the dimple deepening.

"This one," I smirked, poking him between the eyes. "She's a sucker for a pouty face. She will gnaw that juicy bottom lip of hers and give in right away if she thinks you're in distress over her safety."

Miles was quietly mulling over what I said. I would have told him to fuck off and not given him that advice, but no matter my feelings towards the matter of sharing my miracle mate, she was still his mate too, and he was concerned for her safety. He had the right to want to protect her too.

That, and that stupid fucking voice was muttering its rational reasonings to me again, and being up in arms with my twin was impossible.

"You wouldn't mind? I mean, if I talked to her like that?" he asked in disbelief. "You freaked the fuck out yesterday when I was alone with her."

I groaned, the vexing feelings of sharing my mate warring with the sudden comradery I was feeling with my brother.

Rodger was right back then. It wasn't Miles's fault that I left. If I was honest with myself, it was my own incompetence that caused that. It was my father's constant disapproval that tipped that scale and led to me running away. Maybe in this too, my brother is not the problem. The problem lies entirely with me.

"Yeah. Talk to her. She's your mate too."