The Alphas’ P**n Star Mate
Chapter 197 – The Alphas’ Porn Star Mate

Four Months Later....

"Try this, nipote," Nonna gingerly set a plate filled with pasta in front of me.

I eyed it skeptically, second-guessing my craving for peanut butter and jelly spaghetti. Mushing a glob of jelly between the prongs of my fork, I gagged instantly.

Running to the bathroom with my hand over my mouth, I heard Jamie mutter under his breath, "Not again."

"Poor bambino. The little ones don't want this either, it seems."

This fucking sucks. Two days of only eating peanut butter and jelly with everything, and now these little parasites are taking that from me too.

After emptying the contents of my stomach, I glared down at my belly while wiping my mouth on the back of my hand.

"You two have outstayed your welcome."

I sat on the cold tile floor, shooting daggers at my monstrous-sized gut with thoughts of eviction in my mind when deep chuckling from the doorway sent my anger flaring again. "What are you doing, Cara Mia?"

"None of your business," I snapped.

Mick laughed, then groaned as he crouched down beside me. I made it a point to look in the completely opposite direction. As irrational as it was, I was at the miserable point in my pregnancy where all I felt when I looked at him and his brother was anger for making me this way. There was only one person I tolerated in my miserable state.

"There you are," my dad took deep, strained intakes of air as he caught his breath. Jamie or Nonna must have called him, and he ran all the way here.

Seeing my dad, my lips started to quiver right away as all these overwhelming emotions took over. This was probably the hormones too, but I could help it. The only one I wanted when I felt like shit was my dad.

Mick rubbed my back with a sigh as I pushed my fat ass to my feet to get to my dad.

"I got you, Chloe," dad supported my weight, guiding me out of the bathroom, to the living room outside the main floor offices. "Here you go, sweet girl."

He lowered me to my favorite spot on the couch. My nest of pillows and blankets were scattered around me. He pulled over the ottoman and helped me put my swollen feet up before wrapping my favorite furry blanket around me. It smelled like Mick and Miles. I may be irrationally pissed at them for the invasion inside of my uterus, but I still liked their scents.

"Do you need anything else?" my dad crouched down beside me, staring at me earnestly, ready to do whatever I asked.

I could ask him to bring me the head of the two men responsible for the mini-feet digging into my bladder, and he would probably do it. But for now, my hunger outweighed my irritation with my mates.

"I'm so hungry," I whispered, trying not to cry as another pitiful wave of emotions tore through me.

"You're hungry?" Dad blotted the tears from my face with his sleeve. "What do you want to eat? Another peanut butter and jelly concoction?"

"That's what did her in this time," Jamie appeared, leaning against the door.

"Even peanut butter?" Rodger's brows rose in surprise.

"I think it was the jelly," I muttered, snuggling into my blanket. The scents of my mates was calming my stomach, and I felt better already.

"Your body is rebelling because it wants the scent from the source," Cortina griped at me.

"Shut up, hussy. Your voice makes me want to vomit too."

"You're just a pleasure," Cortina sighed. "I don't see how those two find this behavior adorable."

As my dad and Jamie argued over what they thought I could keep down, I glanced over feeling two sets of eyes watching me intently.

Miles was watching me from the hallway, a proud smirk on his face seeing me take deep inhales of the scents on my blanket. When I stubbornly pushed it away from my face, his smile widened, amusement playing in his sharp gaze. "What? What's wrong? Does it stink?" Rodger started to sniff the blanket to find the source of my current temper tantrum.

"It reeks," I muttered under my breath.

"Poor girl," Rodger pulled the blanket off me. "It hasn't been washed in a while. I guess it's time."

I wanted to hold on to the blanket and tell him it was fine, but not with Miles watching. He looked cocky enough without me showing him how much I needed his scent.

"I got a new one," Mick appeared behind his brother with one of the blankets from their office in his hand. He lifted it to his nose and took a deep breath, then sighed. "Nice and fresh."

When Rodger was out of the room, taking the old blanket with him, Mick smirked while taking the 'new' blanket and intentionally wiping it against his crotch. As Jamie stood snickering in the doorway, Mick swiped the blanket over his brother's crotch too. "There. Nice and fresh."

"You both are assholes," I sneered. Nevertheless, when Mick was done tucking the new blanket around me and sat on my side, I leaned into him to get a dose of his scent directly from the source.

He chuckled, resting his arm on the back of the couch as I rested my belly against him. He placed a hand on the swell of my side and his children stopped their kicking antics instantly.

"Our poor little Luna," Miles feigned remorse, barely covering his strut as he sauntered over to me. "You're just miserable."

"And whose fault is that?" I spat.

He barely held back his scoffing laugh as he lifted my feet and sat on the ottoman. He placed my feet on his lap, then gave me the cheekiest grin before rolling his thumbs up my inseam. My eyes rolled to the back of my head and my body sagged more against Mick. Damn them. The smug assholes couldn't even let me be properly mad at them.

Mick started to rub soothing circles on the most tense parts of my belly.

"Are our little boys not behaving today? Are they giving mommy a hard time?"

"They're about to be evicted," I muttered, not opening my eyes.

"You know," Jamie spoke up in that annoying, condescending tone, "I read somewhere that there is a very, very effective way to induce labor. You should give it a try."

"Fuck you," I snorted.

"Not me," he held his hand up. "Your two mates could bite that bullet. I'm not into pregnant chicks."

"You're not into anyone under the age of fifty," I reminded him.

"Not true," he chuckled. "Forties are perfectly acceptable."

"Are they?" Nonna walked in with a plate of something in her hands, eyeing Jamie from the corner of her sharp eyes.

Jamie smiled slyly. "They could never compare to women in their golden prime."

Mick growled low and deep, and Miles sighed. I was 99% sure Jamie was fucking Nonna, or more than likely, Nonna was having her dirty old-lady ways with Jamie, but there was no concrete evidence of the act just yet.

Nonna set the plate down on my huge belly, then patted my cheek. "Try this, nipote. I have a feeling it will do much better than that atrocious concoction you previously asked to try.

My mouth was already watering as I stared down at the gold, flaky pastries smeared with peanut butter and honey. They looked warm and steamy, and oh so delicious.

Mick and Miles laughed softly, and then Mick picked one of the pastries up to my lips, feeding me before I could lift a finger. I took a bite and moaned so loudly it was almost indecent. "Holy fuck, this is amazing."

"See," Nonna smiled, putting her hands on her hips. "Nonna knows best."

"Yeah she does," Jamie snickered.

"Go," Mick growled, jerking his head towards the door.

Jamie smirked as he pushed himself off the door frame and headed towards the kitchen. He was muttering nonsense about rolling pins under his breath.

Yeah. He and Nonna are fucking. There's no way they aren't.

Rodger passed him coming back into the room. He stared after him, shaking his head, probably thinking the same thing as me. He's been diligent about keeping everyone from our Broom StiXXX family in line, but I think Jamie with Nonna is a lost cause. "You look like you're doing better," my dad sat on the arm of the couch. His content smile watching Miles rub my feet while Mick fed me made me feel a little shy.

"Maybe a little," I lied.

Mick snorted and Miles just smirked.

I had finished one pastry and was getting started on another when I felt this sudden warmth running down my legs. I stopped mid-bite to lift my blanket and stare down at my legs, tossing the plate of food to the floor in the process. "Mother fucker," I growled, getting more annoyed when Cortina started to laugh in my head. Ivar and Rome were leaping around her in circles, acting like proud daddies already.

"What? What happened?" Miles jumped up and yanked the blanket off of me the rest of the way.

Rodger, Mick and Miles all gasped seeing the drenched stain spreading on my lap.

"Her water broke," Rodger whispered, half in shock.

"The bag!" Miles started speed walking for the stairs.

Warriors and other pack members passing through stopped to stare, some catching on to what was happening and offering their congratulations.

Fuck congratulations. My water just broke, and I was about to have two watermelons squeezed out of my vagina. Panic hit me as what I really needed came into mind with the first wave of contractions.

"I need the drugs!" I bellowed, bending over and gripping my belly. "Fucking epidural! Now!"

"Fuck," Mick started pulling at his hair. "Doctor. I need the doctor," he ran down the hall, yelling for Billy, who was not a doctor and was not getting near my vagina. He was also in the opposite direction of an actual doctor.

Nonna sighed, pinching her nose while shaking her head. "Please, goddess, give the babies their mother's brains."

"Are you alright, honey?" Rodger was holding my arm, keeping me upright as the contraction passed. "Can you walk to the clinic?"

"I got her," Dez came into the room with Emily close behind. Her belly was just starting to show. "Where are her mates?"

"Making fools of themselves," Nonna scoffed, then threw her hands up when Mick's echoing cries for Billy and a doctor reached us from down the hall.

"Oh my," Emily pressed her fingers to her lips to stop her laughter.

Dez started to pick me up, but then Miles ran back down the stairs right then with three overstuffed bags in his arms. One for baby things, one for me and the other filled with random blankets and pillows I had insisted I needed. The bags seemed ridiculous now. Miles shoved the bags at Dez, then picked me up in one fluid swoop before running with me towards the door.

"Wait for me!" Mick yelled, dragging Billy with him from the offices.

"Billy doesn't need to come!" I yelled.

"That's rude!" Billy yelled back. "I just had a baby. I can help."

"You didn't do shit, fucking idiot! Get away from me and my vagina!" Just had a baby my ass. He just stood by panicking while Taylor was in labor. Darell had to calm both of his mates through the whole thing.

"She said stay, so you stay," my dad grabbed Billy's shoulder firmly, giving him a look, daring him to cross him.

Another wave of emotions hit me at the same time as my next contraction. What the fuck? I thought they were supposed to come far apart.

"Daddy!" I wailed, staring at him longingly as my body contorted in on itself.

"I'm right behind you, sweetheart!"

"Don't forget me!" Jamie came walking out with an arm around Nonna. He smirked and blew me a kiss as I stared. Then he coughed and dropped his arm when Nonna elbowed him in the gut.

"The Luna's in labor!" members started talking excitedly as we passed. "The heirs are on their way!" "How exciting for the pack."

I'm so glad so many people are so thrilled about the torture my vagina was about to go through.

"You'll be fine, baby," Miles kissed my head. "We'll be with you the whole time."

"You better fucking be," I mewled, inhaling his scent from his nape.

His chest vibrated with his low laughter. A wave of comfort passed through my body. I thought it was from Miles calming me, but then I felt the familiar buzzing of my father's magic. Looking back, I saw the trail of his powers traveling between us before reaching me to engulf my body. He was helping me as much as he could.

I could do this. With my mates, with my father, I could do this.