The Alphas’ P**n Star Mate
Chapter 8 – The Alphas’ Porn Star Mate

Hours Earlier.... Chloe POV

Cortina was crying softly to herself after Cameron left, her pain radiating through both of us. That fucking bastard. Saying it was my fault that he was dipping his dick inside other women. Daily. All while holding my hand and ignoring the pain he was causing my wolf.

There was no longer any reason for me to stay. I was enduring for her, but only for her. I never wanted an Alpha mate, especially one as self-centered as the one I got. The ranked wolves all had a reputation. I knew he objectified women, but to use them and me the way he did, all to get an heir, should be a crime. I would never let myself be used like that, so he could abuse his power over a whole harem of women.

Fuck him. Not literally, because I sure as hell will never be doing that again. I just wish I could reject him to his face before running away.

Actually....

Maybe I should give the bastard a taste of what he's been doing to Cortina before I reject him. I should make him hurt as much as he has hurt us.

I'll think about that later. I have plenty of time for revenge after I figure out how to leave this pack without him replaceing out.

My body felt heavy when I was able to get it moving. My limbs were stiff, not having been used for an entire year. It took a lot of effort, but I eventually managed to stand next to the bed, using the IV pole for support.

"Sssshit," I hissed, pulling the needle from the vein in my hand. I had no idea what I was doing, so a bruise started to form under my tan skin. Not having much strength in my arms didn't help either. Once I had enough strength in my legs to keep myself steady, after Cortina helped me to repair my unused muscles, I stumbled towards the door, wondering how I was going to make it out of this room unnoticed.

"The nurses rarely come into this hall. Just once every few hours. C-C-Cameron," it hurt her to say his name, "ordered them to stay away and to sign in when they came to check on you. He doesn't trust the staff."

"Or he just doesn't want to be disturbed while he's got other visitors," I sneered.

"I think it's more than just that. It sounded like he was guarding you from something."

"The only one we needed to be guarded from was him," I said. I cracked the door and peered out. "How long until the next nurse or doctor comes this way?"

"Not for a while. She came right before....before...."

She doesn't need to finish that sentence. I knew what she was about to say.

Every few hours, huh? If that is true, then this may be easier than I thought. My only problem will be my clothes. A patient walking out in a hospital gown with her ass hanging out isn't going to work. Or maybe it will....

We are in a werewolf pack, where warriors shift and have to walk around nude at times. Plenty of times during training, warriors have broken bones and have to be rushed to the clinic to get it set before their wolf starts to heal them and they have no time to grab anything to cover up with. It's quite common.

I went to the drawers in the cabinet for supplies on the far wall, and started to dig around until I found what I was looking for. Once I had the roll of gauze and a couple of ace bandages in my hands, I stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom and shrugged out of the hospital gown. I wrapped the gauze first around the top of my head, hiding much of my face. I winced, using my nails to make a few cuts along my cheeks and across my lip. Then, I used the other ace bandage to wrap around one of my arms and shoulders, making it look like I just had a training accident or something.

Being a warrior in the past, I was still familiar with the most common injuries we would get while sparring. Not tapping out and having an arm dislocated by roughly restraining it behind someone's back was the number one injury and cause for going to the clinic. After carefully styling my hair to lay over my shoulder just right to hide my mate mark, I smiled at my appearance. If I kept my head held high and strutted out of this hospital like I belonged, then no one would be the wiser.

"Your scent," Cortina reminded me. "They will be able to smell you are his mate."

"I don't know how to cover that up."

Cortina was brooding for a while, both of us thinking of any possible solution. I was considering taking a pit stop at the lab and dumping all the urine samples on me if it would help. That's how desperately I wanted to get away from Cameron and the pathetic pack. "If you can get us out of this hospital, I'll shift and do the rest. I can get us out of here."

"How? You're his mate too."

"I am, but I don't have to be." Her voice had a tremor, and I could feel the pain it caused her to say those words.

"You would reject your mate? You would reject Rome?"

"I would," she answered flatly. "I know he would want me to."

I then feel it. The love she is still carrying for her mate. There is no love for Cameron anywhere inside either one of us, but she was still harboring the most sorrowful sort of grieving love for her mate. She still believes that he loves her too. Still, she wants to leave. She doesn't want to stay here any more than I do. She is grieving for the past, readying her heart to mourn so we can carry on with our future.

With both of our resolutions in place, I slowly opened the hospital room door, then ventured out into the hall, my head held high as I strode to the main part of the building. Some people turned to stare, but when I met their eyes with a fierce expression, they quickly looked away. I wasn't the only naked one walking around. It was just as I figured it would be, several warriors lying in the outpatient rooms and walking the halls after being treated for the major injuries our wolves couldn't safely heal us from on their own.