The Alphas’ P**n Star Mate

She tried to muster an internal smile, but she couldn't hide her sadness enough to be as happy as I was. Feeling her grief for Rome again, my mood became somber as well. We were free, but it cost my wolf a great deal of pain.

"I can reject Cameron now if you want. I can forget about revenge, Cortina. I don't want to hurt Rome."

"Rome doesn't want to let his human off that easily. If you reject him, another poor she-wolf will be subjected to what you endured. As long as you are still tied together by the bond, and not within his reach, those other she-wolves will be safe." "That's true, but he could just reject me first," I whispered, moving through the busy streets, heading towards the east.

"He won't," Cortina was pensive. "He won't let you go."

"How do you know that? He could. He hated me. How else could he do that shit to me? To you?"

"If he was going to reject you he would have done it after you got hurt," she reasoned. "I....I was there. I heard and felt him. He didn't act as though he hated you. He acted obsessed."

"Hmm.... I don't know about that, but I do know that I don't want to hurt Rome either. I won't reject him yet, and we can wait to figure out if revenge is worth it later."

"Rome wanted revenge," she said brokenly.

That may be the case, but after that goodbye, I don't know if I can carry it through.

Without a phone or a map, I had to ask a stranger waiting at the crosswalk for directions; a man that looked like he was heading home from work with a polo shirt and khaki pants on, and a backpack on his back. I asked a woman first, but the sleek woman, maybe in her mid- twenties, with bright red lips and bright blonde hair scoffed at me before walking away. The man was much more friendly, even stopping against a building to pull out a legal pad from his backpack to give me written directions I could follow. It was about 2 miles away, but the directions were simple enough. He blushed a little after asking why I was heading to that particular hostel. I told him it was one I was referred to, which made him blush more. I thanked him before heading on my way.

It took me an hour, and it was nearly dark by the time I reached an old ten-story building that said 'Broom StiXXX' over the door.

Fuck. It didn't look like a hostel at all. It looked like a fucking strip club. No wonder the woman scoffed at me and the man blushed the way he did. Hell. I told him I was referred here. I can only imagine what he thought of me after that. Well. We were here now, and even if it was a strip club, it was better than that damned packhouse or Red Moon Pack. I had no better options right now.

Pushing open the front door, I was met with the steady beat of bass pumping through mounted speakers. The room was dark, except for strip lighting on the floor and spot lights placed around the club ceiling, most pointed to the stages. It wasn't very busy. There were three stages, but only the center one had a dancer. I thought it was a girl at first because of the dim lights and the strobe pulsing over their pale skin, but then the person arched their back backwards from the pole and I got a full view of their flat chest. It was a man. A very pretty man, but a man, nonetheless. The four or five customers watching were cheering him on, throwing singles towards the stage.

"You are looking all kinds of lost, sweetie," a low, but velvety voice startled me from the right. I jumped in place, turning to see a man with a full beard, but also a full face of make-up, including lashes, leaning against a wall. "The 'FoXXX Tail' is the next block over."

"Nope." I grinned. "I was sent here." I could smell that he was a werewolf, and I was instantly relieved. I was starting to think that the witch had sent me to a random human gay strip club.

"Sent here by who, honey? No matter what kind of surgeon you went to, there is no way those tits are fake. You are not in drag, so why would anyone send a tiny snack like you to our club? You don't suit our clienteles' tastes, if you know what I mean."

"I get what you mean," I chuckled, then fished the paper the witch gave me with her name and this address. "Driana sent me."

His smoky eyes widened in surprise, and then he took the paper from my hand, studying the witch's name at the bottom. He then looked me up and down, sniffing the air like he was trying to figure out what I was.

"I took a scent blocking potion before I left. I'm just like you," I winked.

"Ahh," a slow, amused grin stretched his purple lips. "Maybe you are in the right place, my dear. My apologies. We haven't gotten a vagina-bearing lady before. Follow me and I'll take you up to the one that can get you sorted out." Vagina-bearing?

"I'm Cindy," he said, looking back and holding out his hand for a brief handshake. "Chloe," I answered, giving his hand a firm shake.

"Nice to meet you, Chloe. Welcome to the Broom StiXXX. To the outside world, we are a back-alley strip joint catering to the ones inclined to stare at a joystick on their nights of sodomy-filled fantasizing. To the were world," he pushed open a set of double doors behind the main bar, walking past a giggling bartender with bright pink hair and cat-like eyes, "we are a sanctuary for those cast out from their packs, clan, and tribes, for whatever excuses the bigoted leaders of those lands could conjure up." The hallway we walked down opened to a brightly lit foyer with an elevator on one side and a windy set of stairs on the other. Cindy chose to take the stairs. "Dancing just now was Winnie. His real name is Winston, but he prefers Winnie. Riley was the bartender with pink hair. He and his mate were outcast from their tribes for being interracial. His mate is a werebear and he is a werecat. The tribes were rivals and they escaped in a story much like Romeo and Juliet, only with a happily ever after ending. And this," he came to a stop outside of a wooden door on the second floor, "is Rodger's room. He is our manager, so to speak."

He knocked three times, then leaned against the wall, studying me again before the door swung open.

"What? Did Winnie let his tail out again while he was-" the tall, lanky man with a goatee and long dark hair stopped when he noticed me, then turned to look at Cindy in question. "Who is this?"

"This," Cindy pushed off the wall to stand behind me, placing his hands on my shoulders, "is Chloe. Your sisters sent her."

Sisters? This man looks way too young to be that old witch's brother. He looks to be in his thirties and the sisters who helped me were at least in their late fifties. Probably much older.

"They sent you?" he stared down at me. He didn't seem to believe it.

Cindy handed him the paper with the address and Driana's name. "It's your family's magic embedded in her seal, is it not?"

Rodger studied the paper, then looked back at me. "It is, but this is the first time they have sent me a woman." He scratched the back of his head, and then waved me into the room. "Well, Chloe. Come in and we can get this all figured out."