The Alphas’ P**n Star Mate

Chloe POV

"Boyd's back?!" I asked in groggy amazement. Miles had just woken me up with the news. It was early morning, too early for there to be light out.

"Mick is coming back onto the pack now with him and everyone else," Miles smoothed the hair from my face. He looked nervous, then asked, "Do you want to come with me to meet them?"

I smiled shyly. "Can I?" I know he said he would keep me involved and in the know, but I almost expected him to take it back after I settled down.

"Of course," he bent over me and kissed my forehead. "Get dressed. We need to get going."

"Okay," I puckered my lips, then pulled him to me as he met my kiss. He smiled against me, and I moaned in satisfaction.

I still smelled like sex, the scent of both my mates thick on my skin, but I didn't want to wash their scents away just yet. It was a reminder of the compromise we made yesterday, and every time I got a whiff of myself, it made me smile.

I put on pants and a tank top, and Miles helped me into one of his jackets. When we opened the doors, Lenny was already waiting on the other side.

"Ah, my diligent babysitter. Did you even sleep?"

"I got a few hours," he smirked. "Did you hear the news?"

"That Boyd is back?" I nodded excitedly. "I guess that means that your mission was successful then?"

"In a way it was," Miles grimaced. "A lot went wrong, but none of our people got seriously hurt."

My excitement waned at the glum look on his face. "What happened?"

"Our friend that was helping us almost got in trouble. She was put in a compromising position, and it looked bad for a while. That's what Kai said anyway." Miles rubbed my shoulder. "It was an intense battle, but she and Boyd came out okay in the end." "She?" I frowned. "What she? It wasn't Emily, was it?"

"No, no. Emily isn't a warrior. It was a childhood friend that moved to another pack years ago. No one you've met."

"Huh." I didn't know there was a female childhood friend helping them. I don't know how I feel about that, considering they haven't been letting me help at all.

"Don't start that crap again, miss priss. If it's a warrior she-wolf, it's normal to ask for another pack's help," my wolf started in on me.

"Why didn't they tell me they brought her in to help then? She's a childhood friend according to him. That's not just a random warrior."

"Quit it," she growled. "You're looking for something to be pissy about."

Maybe I am overreacting. It's just unsettling that in the time that we were strained, I kept picking up scents of an unknown she-wolf on them. They weren't having full intimacy with me either then.

Fuck, I think I am just overreacting. They weren't telling me anything about what they were doing to get Boyd back. Why would they tell me one detail like that and not the others? I'm being ridiculous.

Still, as we walked to the front of the pack house, I gripped Miles's hand extra tight, leaning into him to get as much of my scent on him as I could. He kissed the top of my head, strumming his finger against mine in a tender way. Yeah, I'm fucking crazy. My mates care deeply for me. I know they do. They love me. They proved that yesterday.

As we walked out the front doors, a long line of cars and SUVs were coming down the road and pulling up to the front of the pack house. The sun was just starting to rise in the distance, painting the horizon a brilliant golden red. "Did they take any survivors from the other pack?" Lenny asked Miles.

"Mick said there were only three, and one of them was gravely injured. The other two managed to renounce their pack and surrender before being killed."

"Renounce their pack?" I stared up at him.

He nodded warily. "Their Alpha commanded them to fight to the end. Most of them were killed."

"That's fucking sick," I growled.

"It's despicable," Miles spat. "That Alpha doesn't deserve to have a pack."

"Was he killed in the battle?" I asked.

Miles shook his head. "No. He and his Luna managed to get away."

Mick got out of the first SUV's passenger seat. He looked exhausted. He opened the back door and out came Beau and then Boyd. As tired as Mick looked, Boyd looked a million times worse. He looked way skinnier than the last time I saw him. His cheeks were sunken in and his jaw more rigid. His hair and face were a mess, and he had bandages around his wrists. The clothes he was wearing looked clean, but his skin didn't. It was covered in a layer of filth and muck.

"Oh, Boyd," I covered my mouth in shock. I began to move towards them, to Mick or Boyd, I didn't know, but then I froze in place when an unfamiliar woman with messy reddish hair got out of the second SUV. She made a beeline for Mick and Boyd.

Beau patted her on the back, and her eyes connected with Boyd's for a long time before she went to Mick's side. She whispered something in his ear, and the hairs on the back of my neck stood up, almost like I was Cortina. Even she took notice and paced uncomfortably. "Who the fuck is that?" I growled in a low voice.