The Alphas’ P**n Star Mate
Chapter 183 – The Alphas’ Porn Star Mate

Four years later...

"Well done, Cindy," Rodger wrapped an arm around me, hugged me tight with a proud look on his face. "I knew you could do it."

"I almost failed," I admitted shyly.

"Ah, you just didn't have faith in yourself," Rodger chuckled. "You just had to get your rhythm."

When acting classes turned out to be less than ideal for me, Rodger suggested I go to school for something else. I started with a general studies course, but on a whim added a programming course to my first semester as well. That turned into a new love for computers, something I never considered before. My small, backwoods pack high school didn't have much need for computer programs beyond basic word and PowerPoint lessons. I kind of remember taking a typing class in grade school too.

Rodger knew I didn't want to do the more traditional work at the club, and he never pushed for it. Instead, he took the time to help me figure out what it was I truly did want to accomplish in this new life. Independence was what I thought I wanted, feeling guilty from the beginning for having to rely on him so much. Over time, that guilt started to fade away, and something else started to bloom and blossom. First, it was appreciation, and then later the roots of that buried much deeper inside of me.

I admired Rodger. I began to look up to him, and then idolizing him and always seeking his approval. Independence became less of a goal for me, and instead, I wanted to be useful to him.

The praise I would get from him was intoxicating at times. I craved it constantly. I knew that stemmed from my own father issues, and seeing Rodger as a replacement, but I didn't see anything wrong with letting things be as they were. Rodger cared for me like no one ever had before, and I loved him for it.

"Are you going to continue on to a university?" Rodger asked, studying my degree that had just been delivered to the club. "I could make a call to UCLA. I have a friend that teaches folklore and mythology. I'm sure he could arrange a campus visit for us."

A smile stretched on my face, cracking my lipstick, but I didn't care. "I'm going to take a break for now."

"What? Why?" Rodger looked surprised. "You were working so hard. With two more years, you could have a masters and computer science."

I shrugged. "I don't need a masters. I just want to focus on working here for now."

"Come on," Rodger gave me a disapproving look, but not one like my dad used to give me. Rodger's was laced with compassion and concern. "This club is too small for someone like you. You could move to the Bay Area and work for Google or some major tech company." "But this is home."

His eyes crinkled with affection and understanding. He squeezed my shoulders one last time, and nodded his head. "You're right. This is your home. Plus, Winnie would be upset if you left." He chuckled to himself.

That was the last time Rodger tried to get me to find my future outside of the club.

All the men that lived in Broom StiXXX were like family, but I always felt like Rodger was closest to me. He trusted me most with the day to day running of the club. I started to take over more, acting as the club manager. I was Rodger's eyes and ears, and we would sit together every night after the club closed down and just talk about the business, then talk about life.

Rodger was my family. He was the father I always wanted, kind and accepting without asking for anything back in return. Broom StiXXX turned into my sanctuary as well as my home. I was comfortable. More than comfortable. I felt stable in my new life and important. I never wanted anything to change.

....And then came Chloe.

I thought the boys had invited a snack over when she walked in, and then I thought perhaps she was a stripper looking for work and just stumbled into the wrong club. "Driana sent me."

When Chloe mentioned Rodger's sister, I knew things were about to change. And not in a good way. Rodger told me enough about his past for me to understand a werewolf sent to him by his sisters was not going to be anything good. And I was right.

As time wore on, and we got adjusted to Chloe living in the club, the peace I had lived in with my family for so long seemed to be turned upside down. She was feisty, headstrong, and beautiful. All the things unmated wolves were attracted to.

I knew she was Rodger's daughter. I knew the second Rodger laid eyes on her. My only solace during this time was knowing Rodger was too scared of Chloe knowing the truth of who he was to her. He cared for her. Attention, readers! This book was written for obηNiь.]. If you're seeing this on another site, it's been stolen. Get the full, authentic experience at JobnNib.o with all the latest chapters! That was clear to everyone. But he still held her at arm's length, while he continued confiding everything in me. All his anxieties, fears, emotions. She may share his genes, but I was the only one that he shared his vulnerable side with. I still felt superior in that sense to Chloe, so I managed a friendly relationship with her for Rodger's sake.

Then, that whore did something I could never forgive. Never look past. She put Rodger, our family, and even the club in danger. Because of her inability to keep her legs closed on camera, she exposed herself to the entire world, and put a target over all of our heads. I thought it was enough, having Mick and the idiots take her away, but I didn't know Rodger had such extreme countermeasures in mind for the club after she left.

My peace, my home, my family, and most of all, my pivotal relationship with Rodger were obliterated, all because of one reckless, immature girl.

How could I not start to resent the one bringing destruction to it all?

As I was going through Chloe's computer in her whore room, trying not to show my disgust at every filthy video, every obscene act she committed in the very place I called home, with the people I thought to be family for so long, my spite started to grow into something darker. That was when the first encrypted message popped up on her screen.

As I worked to disentangle it, the image of a snake appeared, and an email address. Something so simple and welcoming at a time, I was feeling so resentful to the girl starring in the videos I was working to erase.

I tried to ignore it. I didn't want to betray Rodger, and if I were to correspond with some hacker that was trying to get to Chloe, I would be betraying Rodger. Chloe wouldn't be the only one affected. Then there was the whole situation with Mick being her mate. If she had a mate, she wouldn't be Rodger's problem anymore. Part of me was holding out hope for that. That Chloe and Mick could ride off in the sunset to fuck off together and everything else would go back to as it should be. She and Mick could have the help of his old pack on getting rid of her first mate, and then Rodger would quit beating on himself for events that were never his fault. Broom StiXXX would be my safe haven again, and the headache would be gone.

But that wasn't what happened.

When I learned of Rodger's plan to bring our home down, turning it into rubble, all for her....

The bitterness and spite started to turn into full-blown hate.

Hiding it became harder and harder, and I knew it was going to only get worse. She was going to keep ruining mine and everyone else's peace.

After leaving the place that had become my home, my real home, I sent one email, expecting the snake to be her snake of an ex. Instead, there was an entirely different serpent that responded.

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I rarely saw Rodger now, and when I did, he was worrying or doing something for Chloe. Our relationship had already completely changed. Kai and Lenny became his closest confidants through all of this, and I was forgotten about in the pack house, having to act like I was happy about it as I continued playing mom to the others. Even to Chloe.

There have been times when I second guessed myself, or rejected the choices I made, but then another situation occurs that reminds me why I chose to go down this road in the first place. Turning onto the dirt drive, I took a long, steadying breath, trying not to let my fear overtake me.

This is a frightening man. A terrifying man. As much as I didn't want to face him, I knew if I didn't, the consequences would be dire for me. It's too late to turn back. I have to follow through.

I parked among the cars hidden in the crumbling barn, then made my way to the buried bunker nearby. I had already sprayed myself with the scent-masking spray, but I sprayed more on me again, just in case. I know he is keeping more werewolves as company. These are more lethal than the others.

Especially the Alpha.

"S-sir?" I poked my head around the heavy metal door that was left open, awaiting my arrival. "M-Mr. Smith?"

A blonde man poked his head out of the nearest room. "Hey, dude. He's with the Alpha. They're waiting for you in the back."

I nodded, swallowing the lump in my throat. I moved through the warriors loitering about in the halls. Most sneered at me, the tranny with a face full of makeup and no scent. It wasn't anything I hadn't dealt with before, but it still had me unnerved by the time I got to the very back of the bunk, to the room where the darkest aura is exuding from the cracks all around the door. I could already feel the heat of the heat lamps. I could smell the putrid scent of death and decay.

"Come in," I heard his silky, smooth voice, friendly, but I knew it was a command.

"Sir," I bowed upon opening the door, then looked between him and the Alpha, both sitting upon beds of pillows on the ground. The Alpha was stiff, curling his lip at me in disgust. Mr. Smith looked as friendly as ever, but I knew it was all just a part of his spell.

"You have some new information for me?" Mr. Smith lifted his chin expectantly. "You said it was a matter of urgency on the phone."

"Y-yes," I stammered, trying not to cower under the weight of their gaze. "It- It's about Chloe's magic. I... I think it's way more powerful than she originally claimed."

Mr. Smith tilted his face curiously. "How so?" He looked most intrigued, but in a deeply sinister way.

It took me a minute to find my words. I was disarmed by the evil glint in his dark eyes. The Alpha's impatient growl was what snapped me from the icy fear that froze me in place. I jumped, and then placed my hand over my racing heart. "OUT WITH IT!" The Alpha demanded, and I let it all spill.

"She got rid of your magic!" I said in a rush.

Mr. Smith sat up from where he was slouching on his mound of pillows. "She what? Got rid of it how?"

"I... I don't know. She said she burned the snake away. The snake inside of Boyd."

His obsidian eyes went wide, and then a slow, evil grin transformed his face, turning it from the handsome, suave features of a gentleman, to something otherworldly and sinister. Something that looked demonic and cruel. "She did, did she?" A forked tongue shot from his mouth.

Suddenly, faster than I could follow with my naked eyes, he shot up and was standing right in front of me, so his decaying breath was fanning over my face.

"My dear, dear Cindy. Have a seat and tell us all about it."