The Alphas’ P**n Star Mate
Chapter 7 – The Alphas’ Porn Star Mate

Eight Months Later....

"YES!" the whiny skank beneath me cried out right as I started to picture Chloe's face, imagining her soft, suppressed whimpers as I finished doing my duty to my pack. "Fuck," I snarled, the stream of my seed cut short by the tampering of my imagination.

I said this one repeatedly, just like I told all the others, just shut up and just lay face down until I was through. Even with the beast welling up inside of me snuffing out the traces of my wolf, I can't finish unless they shut the hell up and I imagine it is Chloe I'm ramming my dick into and not these loathsome women. "That was great, Alpha. We should go back to-"

"Shut up," I said in a deep warning voice. "You know where to go."

They all know the drill, and this one is no different. My father set aside a part of the packhouse for these whores to be looked after until one of them gets pregnant. Still, most of them need a reminder of the protocol. My father made promises about the first one that could conceive my child, which makes them clingier than needed.

After the annoyance leaves, I'm left alone with Chloe again. I didn't realize how tightly I was holding on to her. Her hand looks so small and white in mine. As I loosen my grip, the color returns to it, and I almost feel her tension lessen.

I stared at her for some time, willing her dark brown eyes to open and scowl at me like they did in the past. Her face looks less peaceful than before. I keep thinking she is going to wake up, but maybe it's the act of what I just did that is causing her tension. Maybe she is feeling it.... No. She can't. The doctors have insisted that there is no brain activity. I have her tested weekly, and still, there has been no activity. No sign that she is waking up.

"Rome?" I tried to bring back my wolf through the fog of the monster resting in me. I feel the flickers of his consciousness, but the guilt of what I am doing wouldn't allow for him to come forward. Not while I'm with her.

I sighed deeply. "This is all your fault," I whispered roughly, "All of this is your fault." I rested my head on hers, breathing in her scent. Her face is no longer bruised, and her lips are so tempting. I can never stop myself from tasting them. Rome may feel guilty, but I just feel cheated. If she hadn't put herself in this bed, I wouldn't have to tolerate all the shit going on around me.

Once she wakes, because I still haven't lost hope that she will, she's never doing this to me again. I'll cuff her to bed. I'll feed her, bathe her, and take care of her every need. If I am her entire world, she will be forced to accept me. She will have to love me. I won't lose her. Ever. She is mine.

"This is your fault," I said one last time. It's my mantra after every episode with the breeders sent to me.

I swear I feel her tense, but after watching her for another long moment, I conjure it to be all in my mind. She was as still as a corpse, her eyes sealed tight, not even a flicker of movement in her muscles and her breathing remained the same.

The scent of that whore is still on me, and the need to wash it away is starting to be too great to ignore. With one last longing look at Chloe, I left her for the moment, resigned to come back later that evening to get my last fix of her scent and the taste of her lips one last time before returning to our empty bed alone.

As I'm walking to the packhouse, the monster inside me recedes, and eventually Rome comes back out once again.

"You don't deserve her," is all he said, before wallowing in the back of my mind.

That may be true, but she is still mine, and I will do what I need to do to keep her within my reach for the rest of her life.

-

The hospital was in an uproar when I returned before dinner, sooner than I expected to return. Security and warriors were racing through the halls, and when they noticed me, they would have looks of fear and somber expressions on their faces.

I felt something was off for the last few hours, but with Rome not talking to me, I couldn't pinpoint what was wrong. I came before I could eat because I somehow knew something was happening to Chloe.

I grabbed the cuff of a warrior's collar as he tried to subtly pass by me.

"What's going on?" I sneered right in his face. I could taste his fear. The beast in me was coming forth, and to my surprise, Rome was there beside it, watching through my eyes pensively, like he was expecting something and waiting for confirmation. "A-A-Alpha, sir," the warrior gripped my hand, trying to break free. "I, uh, well..."

"TELL ME!" my fire spit flew in his face, and he shrunk back.

"The future Luna. We...we can't....I mean...."

"Chloe Mills has disappeared, Alpha," a doctor that often treated my mate said from behind the nurses desk. "One of the aides went to turn her over about thirty minutes ago, but she was gone. We're searching for her now."

"GONE?!" I bellowed, tossing the warrior to the ground. "GONE?!" I repeated, in fucking disbelief. How could she be gone? Did my father do something? Did he take her?

"We were about to call you. We searched the security footage and found this." He lifted the computer to the counter and turned it to face me.

The monster in me grew as we watched the actions on the screen, until he tore out of me with a ferocious roar. I smashed and broke my way out of the hospital, running for the road. I was in Rome's form, but he had no control over his body. It was the beast in me, that terrifying monster that was born from my mate's defiance that controlled every action I took.

We searched and searched, ordering the whole damn pack to comb through every inch of the forest around Fire Moon Pack. Scouts went to the human town around us, but no matter how hard I tried, how hard anyone tried, we couldn't replace her scent.

It was well into the early hours of the morning, as I was getting desperate and my monster was raging with the ache to bring her back to me that we felt it. There was this sharp tug deep in my chest. The pain grew, and then all of a sudden I was on the ground, howling in agony. My chest was being torn into two. My heart felt like it was crumpling to pieces. My lungs couldn't get in a full breath. I was falling apart. My wolf's pain was as intense as mine, but he ground his fangs and endured it better than I could. I was thrawing about in my human form, begging for it to stop.

"You deserve this," Rome hissed, the pain coming to a halt after an hour of unrelenting pain. He was drained, but I could feel pride resting in him. "You deserve every ounce of pain she can give you."

Betrayal. I was feeling her betrayal. My wolf was weak, but my monstrous rage was strong, flaring to new heights.

"If you release her, reject her, this will all be over for both of you. You can save yourself by letting her go free." "Never," I snarled back.

My wolf snickered. "Have it your way. I hope you suffer."

With that, he was gone. He disappeared into the space in his consciousness that I could not follow. He was abandoning me, just like she did.

No matter. I have my beast growing with the determination to bring about suffering that the world has never seen. Chloe will come back to be. I will make Rome watch as his beloved traitor of a mate suffers at my hands.