The Alphas’ P**n Star Mate
Chapter 61 – The Alphas’ Porn Star Mate

"He has a wolf," I whispered hoarsely, then squinted to catch what he was doing when he brought his face to her neck. I recognized the wolf's canines grazing against her skin, too faint for a human to tell, but knowing the motions

mating, I was able to tell what was happening. He

bit her, marked her, and the camera just caught the corner of his left eye under her chin, making it look like he was simply sucking on her skin. The blue in his eyes was shining brightly. It was definitely a beast's power, and it grew the longer his fangs were embedded in her neck. He knocked her mask off, so I had a clear view of her face as she brought it to his neck, marking him in return. A human might have thought she was nibbling on his neck, or giving him a hickey, but to a wolf it was clear what was happening. Something strange happened when she bit him. Her eyes shone, but they were a vivid purple. I would have missed it or thought it was a lingering feather from her mask, but those eyes have always captivated me. I knew what I saw, and it was purple magic shining in her irises. Her eyes closed so quickly as the bond locked in place between them. She was deep in the sensations of being newly mated.

I quickly rewinded the video once, twice.....five times just to be sure, but that was definitely what I saw. There was magic in her. Witch's magic. Only witches have that distinct color of eyes when they are performing their spells. Did she even realize it? With the video evidence and knowing our pack was working to take the videos down, surely she would have mentioned this detail.

"What if that was what triggered our brother's beast to press forward?" Ivar suggested, still watching the aftermath of their mating on the iPad through my eyes. "She said she was an orphan. She may not know she has the ability." "Why can't my brother summon his wolf now then?" Even though I just saw the evidence over and over again, I couldn't fully believe it.

"Maybe the spell isn't complete?" Ivar offered.

Maybe I need to ask Chloe about this? Or maybe I'm completely wrong. She could have magical blood in her and it was just triggered by her extreme emotions, having just rejected one mate and seconds later accepting another. One thing I do know is that Mick had to have had a wolf in that moment, or he wouldn't have been able to mark her the way he did.

..... also know that this raging boner is no closer to dying down.

Now that I've seen them mating over and over again, my body is craving her more than ever. It wants the same. I propped the tablet up against a vase on a small table, then stood, bending over slightly at an angle as I began to pump my hand over my dick more furiously. Shit, this wasn't getting me anywhere. The more I watched, the more I wanted to go hunt for the real thing. I wanted to rip the clothes off my body and let Ivar hunt her down the way he wanted to, then ravage her sweet body. I have never had these urges before. I don't know how to handle it.

The curtain of the window had a crack between the panels so I could catch a glimpse outside. Some movement drew my attention, and when I looked out to the front pack house driveway, I saw her. I saw Chloe standing with an unfamiliar group of towering men and a few smaller, slender ones. She was giggling at and hugging an Asian man, ruffling his hair.

That smile. That's all it took for me to groan loudly, emptying my balls all over the velvet of the chair my mother had custom made for this bedroom.

Shit, that stain was never going to come out. What the hell are the omegas going to think?

I looked out the window again, and no longer cared about the stupid chair. Chloe looked so happy in the middle of her friends, an older man who was obviously not a shifter now wrapping her tightly in a hug, then checking her to make sure she was in one piece. That must be the man Rodger that they were telling me about. Mick said that he was the one that helped all of them when they had nowhere else to go and he treated Chloe especially well.

At first, I was afraid he might have an unhealthy obsession with her like their friend Boyd did, but seeing him now, it looks more like he has a paternal love for her. He looked truly happy for her when Mick came and gently pulled Chloe back to his side. Boyd would be throwing one of his pussy tantrums.

I watched out the window for another minute, tucking my softening junk back in my pants and fixing them up. Ivar was pushing for me to join our mate and my brother, but I was enjoying seeing her naturally happy among the people she considers her family.

Then, the man looked up. The man I thought to be Rodger. There was no way he could see into my room. The windows were too reflective. Nonetheless, I somehow knew he was looking right at me. It was like I was locked in a spell for a moment, and then his eyes flashed that vivid purple. It happened so fast. Just like Chloe's.

He looked away then, and I was left dumbfounded, wondering what that was all about. His eyes. They were just like Chloe's.

"They still are," Ivar said, staring at the shape and depth of his brown eyes as he talked and smiled with our mate.

My wolf was right. They could be related. Their eyes were so similar. Too similar.

Before I could work it out in my head, Billy suddenly emerged from the front door, and then a thunderous growl could be heard even inside of my room. It was first from Billy, but then a monstrous man with braids let out an echoing roar too.

"Fuck," I mumbled, knowing that look in Billy's eyes. He was about to fight. Whatever the hell triggered it, I do not know, and I didn't really care. I just knew I had to stop it. I closed the iPad, then sprinted out of my room and down to the foyer, hurrying as fast as I could to the front. I was ready to give the Alpha command for Billy to stand down, and to put myself between Billy and the braids dude if I needed to, but when I burst through the open doors, Chloe had already beat me to it. She had shifted and was standing between the two ravenous men, both with steam blowing from their noses. Her wolf's eyes were locked on her burly friend, her back to Billy, and Mick was right behind her, hands raised like he was trying to calm Billy down.

"He's a friend, man. Chill out," Mick said calmly.

Another huge man, clearly a werebear, was standing close to Chloe, whispering words to his fellow giant. The braids guy was a werebear also.

"What happened?" I asked Dez, trying to take it all in to assess what to do.

"I don't know, man," he whispered, pushing Emily behind his back. "Billy walked out and growled 'mate', then all hell broke loose."