The Alphas’ P**n Star Mate

"This is what Alexi was talking about?!" I asked in horror, staring at the polaroid pictures Beta Desmond brought back from the hotel.

After our much needed run, where our wolves could physically connect after so long, Miles, Mick and I returned to the pack house to shower and eat before going back to the meeting room at the warrior center. As soon as we walked in the pack house, the Beta asked us to meet him in my mates' office to see what it was they found.

I turned my head, my eyes taking in all the details of each photo of a photo. They were all of me in the midst of fucking someone. I cringed, knowing who had first seen those pictures.

Rodger.

Well, if he didn't want to admit I was his daughter before, he sure as hell wouldn't now. There's evidence here of me fucking half of the men from our Broom StiXXX family.

I could feel the displeasure in both of my mates. Mick wasn't even featured in any of these. Well, he might be in some. There were several close-ups of my face, maskless. It had to be Mick with me in those, since that was the only time I ever did that without my mask. I was wearing it in all the others. The maskless ones were all zoomed in on my face, so you couldn't see Mick at all.

"I wonder where my mask went?" I mused out loud, then pressed my lips together with wide eyes when I heard Miles growl.

I had my finger hovering over a picture with a clear view of my mask, but it also had a clear view of Alexi's dick going into my mouth. Definitely not a picture you want your mate to see.

"Do you miss it?" Mick asked flatly.

"Not really," I shrugged. "I was just wondering."

"The correct answer is no, Chloe," Cortina sighed.

"I don't miss the work," I tried not to roll my eyes. "The mask was what gave me my first taste of freedom though. Freedom with my body."

"Yeah, well, your mates don't know that."

Miles was clearly irritated, and Mick didn't look much better.

"Are you both upset with me?" I asked softly.

Beta Desmond was standing awkwardly on the other side of the table. This might not be the place to ask my mates that, but I didn't want the problem to fester by not addressing it now. Mick has done far more porn than me, but there are no pictures of it all over some creepy wall in a basement somewhere. At least, I hope there's not.

Miles didn't answer. He just possessively put his arms around my waist. Mick was still staring at the pictures.

"Not at you, cara. Even though you will pay for that earlier comment." Mick gave me that dominant look, and my insides quaked ever so slightly.

"I suggest a rolling pin," Beta Desmond said. If I had been drinking something right then, it would have gone flying out of my nose. If I wasn't disturbed by the images on the table, it would be easier to laugh.

"I'm thinking a blindfold," Mick growled, staring back at the pictures. "I wish I had a fucking blindfold right now."

That deep quake faded away as shame settled in the pit of my stomach. It's no secret that I used to do this work for everyone in the pack. Beta Desmond, as well as the others, were responsible for deleting all evidence of me off the internet. Seeing it displayed before me, and knowing that there was some room somewhere else I was completely unaware of made me feel dirty. Anyone could see this stuff. All the warriors that I'm supposed to start training with again, and the ones who were there during the fighting. What if Miles and Mick's parents saw this stuff? What would they think of me?

"If I had known I would have become a Luna again, I never would have done all this," I whispered. "I didn't know." I was so against ever even being part of a pack again, and so set on obtaining all my freedoms that I didn't even consider a situation like I'm in now.

"We're not mad about that, baby," Miles whispered against my ear, hugging me from behind. "I'm pissed that some sick fuck decorated an entire fucking wall of you like this, to do who knows what with."

I can still remember Mr. Smith sat back in his chair, watching from a screen as I followed his every request and got screwed every way imaginable by Darren and whoever else fit the bill. Was he just sitting in front of this wall of me jerking off by himself, or was e doing something event more sinister?

"This Mr. Smith dude has to be the one using dark magic," Mick said. "It scares me to think of what he wants you for. It's definitely not to play cards."

"It was the creepiest thing I had ever seen," Beta Desmond said. "Seriously, it was a lair for dark magic if I had ever seen one. There were poisonous plants drying in bunches, strange writings and pictures scrawled all over the wall. There were heaters fucking everywhere. Then there were the jars. I have never been more creeped out in my life. There were jars of creatures everywhere. Even a severed head of some kind. And the snakes," he shivered. "I fucking hate snakes."

"Snakes?" I stared up at him with shock.

He nodded. "Tons of them. The witch sisters were going through every jar and said they were all the most poisonous serpents in the world."

Snakes. Like the vision I got when I touched Boyd. I wanted to ask more, but also wanted to throw up.

Snakes and Mr. Smith. Did he do something to Boyd when he had him? Something with that dark magic of his?

Was he going to try to do something to me?

That icky feeling moved all through my body. Miles noticed my shivers and hugged me tighter.

"We won't let that sick fuck get to you. Ever."

"Mr. Smith, the last time I saw him, tried to proposition me into becoming his. It gave me the creeps then and Darren cut him off. I don't understand all this."

"None of us do, but we will find out. Rodger and his sisters, along with Kai, are looking through all of this now, Luna," Beta Desmond reassured me.

I pressed my lips together as my eyes landed on a particularly obscene picture of a close up of my vagina being penetrated by what had to be Darren. "Rodger saw these," I said softly. "Everyone is going to think so highly of me once these get out," I added sarcastically. "None of the other warriors of the pack will see them," Beta Desmond said with such sympathy. "I closed it off. Only authorized people can get into the basement now."

That still didn't make me feel better.

Miles stared down at me for a long time, and then said, "Keep these in here. Don't let anyone else enter this office for the time being."

"You got it," Beta Desmond started gathering all the pictures to put back in a manilla folder on Mick's desk.