The Alphas’ P**n Star Mate

Four Months Later...

"Still not awake yet?" my dad asked, sitting behind his desk in his office at the packhouse.

I had just gotten home from the hospital to shower and change when he called for me to come to his office to talk. I knew what he wanted. He had been pressuring me more and more over the last few weeks, and I've been avoiding him like the plague, spending more and more time with Chloe, hoping what little bond we had would help her to wake up.

"No," I said through clenched teeth.

"Then it's settled," father said coldly, no question in his tone. "You will pull the cord on her and take another, or you will never be the Alpha of this pack."

"She needs more time," I argued, knowing it was in vain. My father didn't care. A Luna had one purpose for an Alpha. To provide an heir. Of course, he also had the traditional expectations of a Luna, all to elevate the Alpha and provide him with unyielding support, but the ability to carry pups was first on his list.

With Chloe in the state she was in, that was impossible right now.

Rome snarled through me, letting my father know there wasn't a chance my wolf would do as he was asking.

"It's the only way, son. You need an heir, and she can't give you one."

"She just needs more time to wake up. She is improving."

"She's not," he stated. "I called the doctor already today. She's the same as she has been. I'm afraid that girl is lost to you. I know it will be hard at first since she is your fated one, but you have to do this. For the pack. Alpha Wright already promised to send Odette this weekend after the bond is broken and you are free."

"Odette?" I said in disgust. "I thought she found her mate?"

Kevin let it be known to the entire elite werewolf society that Odette found upon returning home that she was mated to an omega in their pack. The omega had recently joined, transferring from another pack to become a teacher, and Odette had paid a visit to the school with her mother to oversee a board meeting. It was a scandal, and Kevin spread the news to embarrass his sister. I only know this because my mom went on and on about how regretful she felt that Odette didn't become my mate at dinner one night. Mom said we were both fated to uneven fated pairings. I didn't even care. My head was too consumed with my own mate to worry about anyone else's.

"Alpha Wright had them reject one another and sent the omega back to his original pack. She is ready for a chosen mate and it will guarantee a lasting alliance with our packs. The girl has already agreed. You need to do this."

"No," I growled. "Chloe is still alive. She is still breathing. She could wake up tomorrow. For all we fucking know, Odette pushed her down those stairs." I said it because Rome kept insisting on it, but I still think Chloe did this to herself. I just don't want to mate with Odette, no matter what my father says. "Chloe needs more time."

"I've given her time," father narrowed his eyes at me. "I pretended not to notice, but I saw the contempt that girl had for you. It's time you finally let go and moved on so you can follow through with your duties. You need an heir! A corpse can not give you one! While your bond is intact, no one else can give you one either. If you won't pull the plug, then reject her."

"No," I snarled. "She's mine. She will wake up!"

"WHEN?!" My father slammed his hands down on his desk. "I was meant to retire this year. It is your duty to take over and you can't without the guarantee you can have an heir."

"I can still have an heir!" I yelled back. "It's not impossible for me. My mate is in a coma, not me. I can still manage."

"Can you?" Father gave me a pointed look. "I know from experience that you can't do that with another shewolf once you are bonded. I have tried."

I grimace at the reminder of my father's failed attempts at infidelity. A mated male can sometimes still get it up, but he can't finish without his mate.

We think the goddess made it that way so that there was never a question about a pup's paternity. Or maybe it was to punish those that tried to cheat. The one being cheated on would feel unyielding and incomparable pain radiating through the mate bond, so the other could never get away with the betrayal, and the one cheating would be fruitless in the act, never reaching a climax.

My mother was forced to join in on my father's acts so he could get off. Many of the ranked members do the same. Since they can't secretly cheat, they force their mates to join in.

"She's in a coma. She won't feel it if I try," I muttered under my breath.

"No," Rome gasped at me. "You can't seriously be considering doing that to her. She might still feel it."

"She won't," I said, trying to convince myself as much as my wolf. "And if we don't, father might take matters into his own hands and try to deal with her himself."

Rome knew that was a fact. Father is the current Alpha. If he ordered some lowly omega to sneak into the hospital to tamper with Chloe's equipment, we would be powerless to stop it. Guaranteeing my father that we would try to make an heir is the only way to protect her. For now. When she wakes up, things will change. I will do whatever I have to do to make sure something like this never happens again. If I have to lock her in our room the rest of her life, I will. For now, this is our option.

"I can't," Rome choked. The sop loved his mate. I could feel his pain for her even now.

"I can," I grit my teeth. There was never love between Chloe and me. I didn't have the same level of devotion as he did, and I have this growing monster inside of me, a beast that tears through the surface at times, showing his ugly self and using his rage at our mate to act on his own free will. He can even stuff out Rome when my will is weak enough, and the rage takes over. I've hurt the doctor, and even a couple of nurses countless times when that beast broke free. I can use the beast to overcome Rome and do what needs to be done.

"I'll get you your heir," I told my father with full confidence, feeling that beast swelling up in me now. "If you hurt my mate, or take her from me, I promise you, an heir will be the least of your worries. If you let her be, I'll make sure it happens. I'll produce the heir you say I need." My father stares at me with a stony expression. Whatever he sees on my face has him gulping nervously, then he sighed and nodded his head. "You will try every day, or I will do as I see fit."

The beast in me snarled, the weight of its authority making my father's eyes bulge and shrink back a bit in his chair. "Chloe is not your concern. You will let her be or else."

Father shook his head. "I hope you know what you are doing."

"I'm doing what I have to," I said, then got up and left his office without waiting to be dismissed.