The Alphas’ P**n Star Mate

Six years later....

"Mama!" Emanuele came running up the hill with a small purple flame in his hands. "Look what Pop-pop taught me!" "Very pretty," I grinned, tucking Sage's hands under my arm so she wouldn't reach out to touch her brother's flame. "Me! Me!" Emilio came running with a sphere of water in his violet-glowing hands. "Pop-pop said mine was better!" "Did not!"

Emanuele threw his little ball of fire at his brother, and Emilio deflected it with his water. The water burst from the impact, soaking Emilio's shirt. He let out the cutest little growl before pouncing on Emanuele.

"No fight!" my two-year-old daughter yelled, then turned her face up to me. "Mama, no fight!"

"I know, baby," I smiled, smoothing back one of her thick curls. "You two heard her. Stop fighting."

"He started it!" both boys yelled at the same time.

"What's going on here? Two seconds ago, you were both all smiles."

My dad came up the hill from the pond with a big basket of different herbs and magical instruments in his hands. He's been helping the boys become familiar with their magic. This book is reserved for nib.. If you're reading this somewhere else, it's been scraped! Get original chapters directly from onib.. About a month ago, Emanuele set one of Kai's tails on fire when he was babysitting, so Rodger had to step up the boys' training.

"Pop-pop! Whose magic is better?" Emilio ran over to wrap his hands around his grandpa's legs.

"You said mine was the best!" Emanuele started bouncing on his heels on his other side.

"I said you had the best fire magic," dad chuckled, rubbing Emanuele's head. "Just like your brother has the best water magic."

"So I'm the best," Emilio pushed Emanuele off my dad, going back to wrestling. "Water beats fire!"

"Say that to your hair!" Emanuele started to set his palms aflame, so I had to intervene.

I snapped my fingers, freezing both boys in place. Only their eyes could move, making them look like cartoons. It was comical, except it wasn't because this happens far too often. In a calm tone, I said, "I believe I told you two to stop. Do you want me to say it again?"

"No ma'am," the boys murmured through clenched lips.

I dropped my magic, and even though the boys continued to glare at one another, they sulked as far from one another as they could get.

"Mama," Sage patted my cheek. "Bubbas bad?"

"They're not being nice to each other, are they?"

Our sons were as hot-headed as could be. I wish I could say it was a trait they got from my mates, but that was all on me. They look like their daddies, but act like their mama. Sage, my little princess, looks like me but is as sweet as could be. I see all the best of her fathers in her.

"Pop-pop? Sage make par-ckles?" Sage tilted her head to the side, staring at my dad.

"Of course you can, my sweet girl," dad said, lifting Sage from my lap.

He held out his hand and she set hers, palms up, in his. They did this often, but her delight in the trick never diminished.

My dad started to count down, "One... Two..."

"Twee!" Sage squealed, then giggled proudly as magical sparkles danced in her palm. It was all dad, but he made her think it was her.

Emanuele, still pouting, dropped down to my side, burying his face against my shoulder. Emilio was watching from the corner of his eyes with a scowl.

"I'm sorry, mama," he whispered.

"I know, baby," I patted his head.

He shifted uncomfortably for a second, then said in a murmur, "I'm sorry to Emilio too."

A smile split my face. "Why don't you go tell him?"

Emanuele shook his head. Glancing over at Emilio, I knew he heard his brother, because the stubbornness was fading to guilt on his features.

"Fine," Emilio stomped his foot, rolling his eyes like he was exasperated. I knew it was all an act. "I'm sorry too, okay. Just don't burn my hair off."

"I wasn't really gonna," Emanuele pursed his lips.

These boys...

My dad was taking off with Sage, trying to be sneaky about stealing my daughter. She was going to be full of sugar by the time he returned her to the pack house right before bed.

He may have gotten away without me noticing, but I heard Sage squeal, "Daddies!"

Looking down the hill, I saw my two handsome mates strutting up from the warrior center, sweaty and ripe from training.

"There's my sugar bear," Mick pretended to munch on her shoulder as she giggled.

"Where's our princess going?" Miles kissed her cheek.

"Pop-pop gib candy!"

I knew it.

"Ah, I want candy," Emilio huffed.

Emanuele added, "He told us it was too close to dinner."

"Why don't you two go to the kitchen and sneak some cookies while Nonna isn't looking."

"Okay!" They jumped up together and ran for the pack house. It quickly turned into a race, and I knew some feelings would be hurt again by the time they got to the kitchen, but I also knew Dario and Gail would be quick to step in. "What are you doing sitting here all alone?" Mick asked with a sly grin, dropping down beside me.

Looking down the hill, I saw dad and my daughter were already too far gone. Oh well. Sugar crashes are fun.

"Just soaking in motherhood," I said contently. "You two look good and sweaty."

"We could always get sweatier," Miles wiggled his eyebrows over his sharp eyes.

I bit back a laugh. "I did just get rid of all three kids."

Miles let out a low growl. "That settles it," he said, quickly swiping me up by the waist and tossing me over his shoulder.

"All warriors, stay clear of the east forest, and if you hear anything, mind your business," Mick sent out a mass mind link.

Anyone else might have been embarrassed, but this happens too often with them. My porn star days kinda banged the shyness right out of me.

Out of all my lives, out of everything I have been through, I can honestly say that this life is the most beautiful thing I've ever experienced. My curse has been lifted, and I will live out the rest of my days in bliss as their porn star Luna.