The Alphas’ P**n Star Mate
Chapter 71 – The Alphas’ Porn Star Mate

Mick POV

"Damn," I muttered under my breath, watching from the top of the hill overlooking the training field while Chloe sparred with one of the warriors below. He was three times her size, but she was able to beat him in just a few moves. She tossed him over her shoulder like a sack of flour. He hasn't gotten back up yet and looks to be having a hard time breathing. She's just standing with her hip out, looking cocky and very sexy in her little training shorts and one of my tank tops.

This has been our routine the past three days. Chloe would wake up extra early to train with the warriors and I would watch from the hill.

Being a warrior suits her as well as being a Luna. Watching her the past couple of days as she interacted with the pack, bridging the gap between them and our Broom StiXXX family, I can see more than ever why the goddess fated her to be a Luna twice. She hasn't agreed to mate my brother yet, but I can already see that she would be an asset to him and the pack.

"So tell her to accept him," Rome, the annoying voice in my head grumbled. "You and I both know the only reason she hasn't yet is because she doesn't want to hurt you."

"If he tries making a move on her, I won't stop him," I retorted.

Rome scoffed. "You know he won't do that. He doesn't want to hurt you either."

The freak in my head is right. Miles has been respecting my wishes from when we first got here and not pressing Chloe or me to be accepted as her other mate. He can't take his eyes off her when she's in the same room as him, but he won't cross any line. If he knows I've caught him staring, he will look away quickly, busying himself with something else.

She watches him a lot too. She attends the intermediate training outside instead of the elite class inside because Miles is usually the one teaching that. Ever since Miles brought her back from the woods, she has been avoiding direct interaction with him, and when she looks at him, there is a mask of guilt on her face. It was making me feel guilty too. I want her to be happy, and I'm starting to get the sense that she won't be completely happy until he is her mate too.

"She won't love you any less," Rome reminds me. He tells me this at least a dozen times a day. "Just tell her to accept him."

"Will you go away already?" I groaned. "You're a parasite, aren't you. Some worm from uncooked meat that burrowed into my brain, driving me to insanity."

"Please. You haven't enough brains to nourish a gnat, let alone my magnificent self. Your insanity is not my doing either."

I groaned, wondering if I were to stick a hot poker through my ear if he would shut up.

Maybe I am going insane. That is the only way to explain this voice named Rome in my head. Next I'm going to conjure up an imaginary friend named Paris or some shit.

"Hey," a deep voice said from behind. I turned to see my brother coming up the hill.

"You're not training today?"

"No," he shook his head. "Dad called me late last night to talk about something and I didn't get to bed until a few hours ago. Dez is leading it." He lowered himself down beside me.

We silently watched Chloe take on Lenny in the boundaries of the fighting ring chalked out in the grass. Lenny is a pretty badass fighter. I felt like I was on the edge of my seat, cringing each time Chloe took a blow. She got a good kick to his face after dodging a hit, but it didn't seem to phase him. He had her pinned to the ground seconds later.

Miles growled, about to stand up to probably storm down there in her defense, but I reached out to stop him.

"She's fine. You're just going to piss her off if you make a stink about her losing. She's not actually hurt anyway." "How do you know," Miles growled irritably.

I tilted my head and pointed at my mark. "I can feel it. She's just pissed." I smirked. "The next fight is going to be brutal for whoever she is paired with."

Miles settled back down, anxiously watching as our mate got back on her feet. Her face was contorted in fury. When Lenny offered her a hand, she slapped it away and told him to eat her ass. I chuckled, but that made Miles growl. Lenny would never touch Chloe. He's the only man at the club who has stayed celibate his entire life. Something about his training when he was in a pack. Lust and desire were beaten out of him. Poor guy. Chloe telling him to eat her ass was the most insulting thing she could have thought to say to him without talking about his mother or some shit like that.

I groaned seconds later when the next volunteer stepped up. It was Boyd. He's been avoiding my ass since the day after we got here, but always comes to training in the morning, knowing I wouldn't be there.

Chloe, pissed and irritated already, didn't answer any of Boyd's provocations. He was telling her he would go easy on her and she was too pretty to need to know how to fight. She was going to kill him.If looks alone could kill, he would already be dead.

The ref blew the whistle, and Chloe started to walk in tight half-circles around Boyd, who was still throwing out half-insults in a flirtatious manner. I was getting pissed, and Miles was too. He was shaking next to me. It almost made me smirk at how right it felt to be feeling pissed with my twin over our mate. It was like I wasn't alone in my worries.

Boyd waved his hand in Chloe's direction, then reached to muse her hair, even though the whistle had already blown and they were in an active match. Chloe took his hand and snapped it at the joint, making him scream. He swung for her with his good hand, but she had already turned out of his reach, roundhouse kicking him in the face. He fell like a tree, cussing up a storm. His hand was mangled and his nose was probably broken. Blood was pouring out of it.

He didn't stay down. He pushed himself up, and drove for Chloe's legs. She let him, then slammed her body forward, digging her sharp elbow into the center of his back. After getting a knee to the face and a dislocated shoulder, he finally tapped out, right when the ref was getting ready to call it.