The Alphas’ P**n Star Mate

Ivar took off into the deep forest. There were trees crackling to the ground, shaking the earth. Fear was taking over me imagining what might be happening to my little mate, but then I saw her. She was floating in the purple mist, her bare body wrapped in the energy like her wolf had been. Her hands were extended in front of her, the cords of purple currents shooting out, aimed at the trees nearest the giant red wolf. He was watching carefully, evading her attacks, trying to find a way in to get close, but not seeing any opening around her power.

"Her feet!" Ivar said in a panic.

Her feet were turning a sickly white. The purple glow was fading, starting at her toes. I raced towards her, fearing what would happen if that purple glow took the life from her entire body. She sent one more blast of power right above the wolf's head, and it let out a ferocious snarl before finally retreating back to the highway.

"He's retreating for the vans!" I told the others as I threw the rest of my energy into sprinting for my mate.

"On it, Alpha," Dez said.

Ivar reached her right as her body went limp. She crumpled onto his back, and he turned his snout to make sure that she was okay.

"Chloe!" Mick came running with Rodger at his side. "Is she okay?"

Ivar licked her face, nudging his nose into her neck to check her scent. She was okay. Just unconscious.

"She's fine, I think," I told my brother.

I waited for him to pull her off Ivar's back to shift back and check her myself. Mick laid her body on the ground, placing his head on her chest as I moved her head to my lap.

"What happened to her?" Mick asked when he was sure her heart was still beating, and after checking the wound we felt her get o her side.

I guess he didn't see the whole thing with the purple ropes of lightning that just occurred. He was unconscious too.

"Her magic broke free," Rodger answered. He knelt beside me and pried open one of her eyes. Her pupils were still glowing a neon purple, making Mick and me gasp.

"Is she okay?" Mick asked in a panic. "Is she going to be okay?"

"She should be fine, but I need to get her to my sisters to be sure."

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I carried Chloe's body all the way to Rodger's sisters' cottage. The two women had drawn some sort of pentagram in the center of the living room floor and directed us to lay Chloe in the middle of it. I was hesitant, but Mick reassured me that it would be okay.

"She used more vitality than she had available to waste," the sister with a cigar protruding from the corner of her lips said, lining Chloe's hands and feet with the points of each corner of the star she was laying on. "She just needs to absorb more, and she will be good as new."

I watched as the sister that talks laid crystals over Chloe's limbs and torso. They began to glow faintly the more of them she put down, and soon her entire body was lit up like a celestial Christmas tree.

I don't speak witch, and had no fucking clue what any of that meant or what they were doing, but I knew one thing for sure. That was that Chloe put herself at risk to protect me. She drained herself to save me and Mick.

"What the hell was with that wolf?! He was like fighting dozens of wolves at once," I growled in frustration.

"He was cursed," Rodger said.

"Or spelled. It depends on the circumstances," Rodger's sister said. The other one clicked her tongue, waving a hand in Rodger's direction.

"It wasn't magic I had encountered before. I don't think it was a normal witch," Rodger said.

"What wasn't a normal witch?!" Mick demanded. "That wolf was a witch too?"

"No," Rodger shook his head, moving Chloe's hair from her face. "He was spelled to grow in power the more he was attacked."

"But who was he?" Mick asked. "It wasn't her ex or her old pack. Rome was sure of it."

"Given that her ex no longer has a wolf, I figured that as well, but I have no idea who it was," Rodger murmured.

We sat in silence in the cottage, watching Chloe's body regain its color as the crystals did their work, and we wondered who the attacker could be. What other pack would be here looking for Chloe?

Beau and Alexi came stumbling in with Billy seconds later.

"Mick! Is Chloe okay?" Beau looked frantic. His body was covered in bruises and deep cuts that were slowly being healed by his wolf. If he had a pack, the healing would be faster, but there was nothing grave. Alexi looked similar, only with a black eye and what looked like a broken arm. He should get the arm looked at in the clinic.

When they saw Chloe had no serious wounds, just fading pink scratches on her side, they both breathed a sigh of relief.

"She's going to be fine, boys," Rodger answered. "You two look like you need help though. Why don't you head over to the pack's hospital and-"

"Wait, we need to talk to the Alphas," Beau said, cutting him off. "We knew that pack. We recognized their scents right away."

"The Alpha looked different though," Alexi muttered.

"Like he has been shooting some killer steroids several times a day," Beau shuddered.

"And eating grannies and little girls with red capes for dinner every night," Alexi added.

"JUST TELL ME!" I snarled, not able to take much more bull shit nonsense right now.

Beau looked guilty, and Alexi pressed his bleeding lips together. They exchanged a look, then Beau stepped up to say, "That was our former Alpha and his pack."