The Alphas’ P**n Star Mate
Chapter 188 – The Alphas’ Porn Star Mate

My blood ran cold, and something started to vibrate deep in my chest. It was my magic, now boxed up and contained. I didn't feel it coursing through my body like it normally would have been, but it was still triggered deep inside of me where it was contained, affected by Mr. Smith right in front of me.

This man, monster, whatever the fuck he was, was with Cameron now. I didn't feel triggered by dark magic at all when Cameron was putting his disgusting hands all over me. The only thing Cameron triggered was my disgust and homicidal side. That meant Cameron was choosing to work with him. Willingly.

Why?

"My, you are even lovelier than I could have imagined," Mr. Smith hooked his snake-like cane under my chin, forcing me to look up at him.

I scoffed loudly, tearing my chin away from the cold, hard metal. "You're a hell of a lot uglier off-screen." I spat on his shiny, expensive-looking shoes.

He looked more amused than offended. Staring down at the flem smeared on the shiny black leather, his smile sent a chill down my spine. Did this asshole enjoy being spit on or something? I knew he had some weird fucking kinks. I'm not spitting on him again now. Not while he's wearing that same expression he would wear on the other side of the screen.

"You're much more charming too," he sighed, crouching down to become level with me. His smile was still firmly in place, making me want to shrink away. I didn't know what sick thoughts were running through his head, and I didn't want to find out.

Looking over at Cameron, who was standing in his domineering stature, as imposing and ruthless as I remember, I didn't know who I was more terrified of being near right now. The ex I tortured with betrayal for a year before stealing his wolf, or the psychopath that wanted me to be his own personal whore.

What was in this for Cameron? What the hell did he want with me? Revenge? How was he going to get that with Mr. Smith?

I didn't want to find out the answer to that question either.

"I have a gift for you," Mr. Smith brought my attention back to him. He reached into the inside pocket of his jacket. The sound of metal clinking together brought with it a new bout of apprehensive fear. "I apologize for the precautions we had to take by restraining you with the shackles, my dear Chloe. I was unsure of how you would react upon waking. I didn't want you to hurt yourself."

Myself, or someone else?

He pulled out two rope-like heavy metal bracelets from his jacket. As he turned them over in his hands, showing them fully to me like an offering, I saw they were narrow snakes, coiled tightly in a perfect circle. I mistook the scales of the snakes for the cords of ropes at first glance. "I think you will find these accessories much more acceptable."

"No, thanks. Not my style."

"I assure you, they are," he chuckled as his eyes darkened, his hands illuminating a grayish glow. Then the bracelets began to slither and move, hissing in a high, screeching pitch as they uncoiled themselves. He started to move them closer to my wrists, and I shrunk back. "I'm good," I snapped frantically. "I'm fine like this."

"Nonsense," Mr. Smith chuckled, amused by my frantic state. "I never intended to leave you restrained here in this less than accommodating room. With these, you can move around freely. Well," his smile turned apologetic. "As freely as I can allow. For now, at least." "What the hell does that mean?" I looked up at Cameron, whose harsh expression lifted with a sinister smirk.

Mr. Smith sighed, then ran his empty hand over my neck, making every cell in my body tighten and recoil as I tried to keep perfectly still. He was rubbing his fingers against my mate marks, the revulsion clear in his dark eyes.

"If I had realized sooner who you truly were, these precautions wouldn't be necessary. It saddens me greatly to have to put you through such an ordeal, but I'm afraid until your mates are dealt with, this is the way things will have to be."

I was confused by what he meant, but somehow, I knew. I knew what he meant by 'dealt with'. He wanted to kill my mates.

"You're not dealing with my mates," I sneered, the venom in my words overshadowing any fear I felt before. "You're going to leave them the fuck alone or I'll deal with you."

Mr. Smith looked solemn for a moment, then sighed. "Unfortunately, that is not something I can allow. Even for my goddess."

"Your goddess?" I scoffed. "I don't know what your goal is, but threatening my mates is not how to win me over to do whatever the fuck it is you want. I'm going to be a pretty useless toy for you if you even look at my mates the wrong way, because I promise you, if you hurt them, I will kill you."

"Hm," my threat didn't seem to bother him at all. His smile just grew. "Then perhaps we can keep them. I can allow you a few pets. You will have to do one thing for me."

I scowled deeply, murderous thoughts streaming into my head after hearing Mick and Miles being referred to as pets. My fear was completely dissipating, being replaced entirely with this fierce need to protect what was mine. "What one thing?" I asked bitterly.

He tilted his head to the side, his grin stretching across his face. "Reject them."

A deep, reverberating growl moved through me, despite not having Cortina with me right now. "Never."

Just the suggestion was enough to make my skin vibrate with rage. The need to shift and destroy the threat to my bond with my mates made me feel feral. I almost thought Cortina was with me again.

Mr. Smith watched my reaction, darkness clouding his features as he assessed my every movement. It was the first time he showed concern towards me, and something about that fact had me relaxing my body slowly. I didn't know if it was out of self-preservation, or something else. The instinctual feeling reminded me of when I felt the need to keep my secrets in the past. It was deep-rooted, coming from the same buzzing energy that flared when Mr. Smith first came close to me. As much as I wanted to give into the feral sensation, I knew not to. Not yet. After several seconds, my body stopped vibrating. I was at the same level of tension as I was before he threatened my mates. His suspicion seemed to dwindle after studying me for a few more seconds.

"Hmm," he mused, his eyes running over my body one last time. "Precautions are most certainly needed. Wouldn't you agree, Alpha Cameron?"

Cameron's eyes were watching me bitterly, large and with so much accusation. "I didn't know she could show such affections for a mate."

Asshole. Is he seriously comparing himself to my mates now?

Mr. Smith fixed his smile back in place, the darkness lifting entirely from his expression as he drew closer. He moved the slithering metal snakes in his palm closer to me. I tried to jerk away, but it was useless. I was at his mercy while restrained. Fuck, I wish I at least had Cortina. She would snap his straight nose right off his face with him being this close to me.

The cold, heavy skinny snakes slithered up my arms, coiling tightly around them from my wrists to my elbows. They stilled and became lifeless as they fastened into place. They would have made killer jewelry for some demonic Halloween costume if not for the fact they were from this sick bastard. And the fact they were probably really demonic.

"Release her," Mr. Smith stood back up and demanded in a firm voice.

I thought he was talking to Cameron, but then the door suddenly opened. I gasped, recognizing the two warriors that had just walked in. One was a warrior who had been an overseer of women warriors in Fire Moon. Jaeger, I think he went by. I couldn't be sure, since I never talked to him directly. The other was Jackson, Cameron's Gamma.

Jackson was always smiling and fucking around when I saw him at training or around the pack house. He was the least serious out of the group of ranked warriors, laid back and always laughing. Right now he doesn't look anything like he used to. He looked aged, much like Cameron, and all the humor that had once crinkled the corners of his eyes were gone. Instead, he looked stony and hostile, eyeing me bitterly as he undid my right cuff.

When his eyes fell on the mate marks on my neck, his lips curled in disgust.

"Whore," he whispered darkly as my wrist fell free.

My hand balled into a fist automatically and swung for his sneering face. He wasn't expecting me to be hit, so he fell on his ass, then reared up, hand raised like he was about to hit me back.

This time, it was Cameron who stopped him, snarling fiercely. His snarl wasn't like that of a werewolf. It was darker. Deeper. More haunting. Even though it sounded odd, Jackson reacted fearfully, his eyes going wide as he drew away from me.

"So you can hit me, but he can't?" I scoffed. "Glad to see you're still the same hypocritical asshole you always were."

Cameron snarled at me, taking a step forward, but before he could do more than that, Mr. Smith stepped in front of him, blocking his path with a heated glance. It was just a glance, but it was fiercer and far more terrifying than any action from any of the werewolves in the room. "I can assure you, Dear Chloe, no one will be laying a finger on you while you are here." He looked over his shoulder, his gaze more suggestive. "Unless you would like them to, that is."

Curling my lip, I rubbed my wrists, scooting as far from them as I could. Mr. Smith just let out a breathy laugh, then glanced at the other warrior in the room.

"Escort our precious guest to the room we had prepared for her. I need to have a talk with your Alpha."

Jackson got up and began to move with the other warrior, but Mr. Smith held his hand up to stop him. "You will remain here."

He then nodded to the other warrior, Jaeger or whatever the fuck his name was. Jaeger stooped down and gently grabbed my upper arm, forcing me to my feet. He wasn't hurting me, but his grip was tight enough that I knew he would if I fought him. I decided to follow along for now, figuring any place outside this room would be better than staying here with all these other assholes.

I wanted to know where I was too. I needed to come up with some plan of escape, or just a plan in general. I wasn't about to let them threaten my mates or my pack. I didn't know what they were going to do, but I couldn't put up a fight to stop them in there.

I felt Cameron's eyes following me as I was ushered out the door. I glanced back to see the savageness in his entire demeanor. I knew he didn't have Rome any longer. Because of me, he lost his wolf. You wouldn't know that from his expression or his aura. He still felt like the same heartless Alpha he had always been.

How? An Alpha without a wolf shouldn't be able to exude this level of ruthlessness.

I glanced at the other monstrous energy-bearing individual in that room. Mr. Smith's friendly smile rested on me until the door was almost closed, and then I saw it instantly slip away, replaced by a face that was horrific. His eyes were entirely black, and his face changed to something more atrocious. His nose sunk in, and his lips disappeared with his facial hair. I gasped just as the door shut entirely, seeing his forked tongue slip from between his lips.

"He... He's a snake?..." I whispered it roughly out loud, fear creeping in.

Jaeger's hold on my upper arm tightened, drawing my attention to him. His brows were pulled down in the corners, an expression full of concern and fear.

His lips barely moved as he whispered, "He's worse than a snake. He's a demon."

I stared in dismay, wondering if he was serious or if it was a figure of speech.

Instead of asking what he meant by that, I asked instead, "How did your fucktard Alpha get mixed up with a snake demon like him?"

He pressed his lips together, shaking his head so slightly that if I wasn't looking right at him, I would have missed it. "I can't say anything here. He has eyes and ears everywhere." I thought he was going to leave it at that, but then he added a few seconds later, "He has our mates and children hostage, Luna Chloe. I'm sorry."

My heart sank, realizing what he was asking me. He knew what it would mean for his loved ones if I fought against him, and he was silently asking me to comply. Not for his sake, but for those he was trying to protect.

"I am not going to fight you. I understand. I want to protect my mates and pack too."

He nodded softly, then loosened his hold on my arm.

As he led me through the narrow halls, I took note of everything. There were so many rooms. No windows or natural night came from anywhere. It was almost like we were underground. Some doors were opened, and I could see other warriors from Fire Moon Pack loitering inside. Every once in a while, we would pass another in the halls, and they would stop and stare, almost like they couldn't believe it was me, their almost former Luna walking among them.

What happened to this pack after I left? There was a hopelessness among them that was palpable.

Then, we walked past someone not from Fire Moon. Someone I knew well, or at least I thought I did. He was pressed against the wall up ahead, watching me with a grim expression and no make-up on his face for once. Cindy.

"Traitor," I sneered as we passed.

He scoffed, muttering, "Useless whore," under his breath as he pushed off the wall and started walking in the direction we just came from.

"Why?" I yelled at his back, causing Jaeger to tighten his hold on my upper arm again. "Why would you betray your own family? What's in this for you?"

He stopped for a second, then slowly looked back at me. "You were never my family, Chloe. Never. All I wanted was to be rid of you."

My eyes opened wide, feeling the sincerity in his cruel truth. Why? What had I ever done to him? I thought we were friends. Closer than friends. He was once the closest person to me in the club. Why was he doing this? His scowl deepened before scoffing and turning back, walking faster down the hall. Jaeger pulled me along as I watched Cindy open and disappear into the room I had just left.

"Why?" I asked again, only to myself. I didn't understand. How could he do this to me? To my mates?

To Rodger?....

"Here, Luna," Jaeger stopped at a room, pulling a keycard from a cord on his pocket to unlock the digital lock on the door. "Please," he pleaded with his eyes, still asking for my cooperation.

I bit my lip, nodding before stepping through the heavy door. I felt a wave of nausea pass through me as I stepped over the threshold. Dark magic. This room was thick with its stench.

As I turned to ask Jaeger what I was supposed to do now, he was closing the door, staring back at me apologetically. "I'm sorry, Luna," were the last words he uttered before the door beeped closed. I guess I was on my own.