บททั้งหมดของ The Alphas' Porn Star Mate: บทที่ 141 - บทที่ 150

Chloe POVEverything was silent. Everything was still. The lights had been off for so long, and the room was completely black. We’ve been stuck in this room with roller shutters blocking the windows and doors since yesterday. I was curled up in the center of the bed, hugging a pillow to my chest, pretending to be asleep to avoid more awkward conversation with Lenny.The first few hours in here were tense. He was unable to tell me what exactly was going on, but I think he felt the need to fill the silence with any other random topic of conversation. He would slip into his native tongue often, which he only does when he is nervous. That made my mood worse with the tension of the situation, so I said I was going to bed and have been faking it ever since.I'm an expert at faking being asleep. I had a year of practice when I was mated to Cameron. I've mastered the art of keeping up the facade.According to the clock on the nightstand, it’s now four in the morning, and my mates have yet to

Chloe POVThe air sucked out of my lungs. It was like time had stood still in my moment of breaking down, and I realized in slow motion how I had just snapped. I cracked open and released all my pent-up emotions in one whining burst.Crap. I didn’t want to break down like that. I didn’t want to crack. I didn’t want to be the reason for that cold look on Miles’s face. Mick has been distracted, stressed and working non-stop, and Miles has been stiff and cold. That coldness has been freezing me over for days.Where his hands were holding me was so warm. It just wasn’t enough to thaw the ice around my heart right now. Especially since he had that faint smell of the mysterious she-wolf on him still.“Chloe, I… I didn’t….” Miles’s voice sounded stiff and forced, and it just hit me what position I had just put him in. He doesn’t need a whiny mate right now. “It’s not that I don’t want to have pups with you. I just…. We just agreed not to right-”“Stop,” I begged, pushing away. I didn’t want

Estel POV“There. Now I just need to neutralize the scents lingering on your body from this pack, and you should be good to go.” The soft-spoken warlock moved his smoking hand in front of me, from my head to my feet. We were standing far away from the others, near the car he had driven. The car had been de-scented too, and now the only smells coming through are from me. I only smell like my pack now, which is the point.“This dress looks expensive,” I looked down at my borrowed attire. “Are you sure this is what a realtor would wear?”“No, but Winnie insisted that it would be perfect. I wasn’t telling him no.”The little werecat definitely had a pair of claws on him. I wouldn’t argue either.To keep myself hidden from the public, and this mission top secret, I’ve only been with the Alphas and these new stripper men for the past few days, staying at a house lived in by two witch sisters and away from the pack house. I’ve gotten to know these men decently over the past few days and hav

“Chloe?” It was Mick’s voice that spoke as I felt their presence entering the rec room. I was sitting on one of the old couches, and Lenny had gone to stand near the door.I didn’t look up, though I felt both sets of eyes on me. I don’t know if it was from nerves, guilty, or lingering resentment, but I just couldn’t meet their eyes.If I looked up and saw that cold stare again, I don’t think I could get through this without breaking down, and I really don’t want to show any more weakness than I already have.“Baby….” This time it was Miles, and I could feel the pain in his voice. It caused me to reluctantly look their way, and my insides immediately crumbled.Miles no longer had that cold demeanor. He looked so incredibly sad that it tore me up. Mick was so concerned, I could taste it.I was dreading this. Hearing why they didn’t want to have kids with me was going to be painful, but I could see they were in pain right now too.With a weak smile, I fidgeted on the couch, wondering wha

Estel POV“It’s pink,” Ada, my wolf, grumbled. When I pulled into the circle drive, we could see into the giant windows along the front of the once forgotten resort hotel.It was atrocious. It looked like the inside of a pepto bismol bottle. It was painfully pink. Who the hell paints walls this color? Not even an accent wall, but all the walls, from floor to ceiling. And then the ceiling’s dirty glass skylights were reflecting the offensive pink back, the sunlight sneaking in giving the higher part of the wall the image of being scribbled over with a highlighter.It sucked.“And you have to act like you’re here to view the property to put it on the market,” Ada snickered. “No one wants to buy this shitty eyesore.”She was right. Even if I was a real realtor, this would be a freakishly hard sell. The amount of work that went into painting the inside was such a waste. Graffiti would have looked better than this. Giant penises and boobs would have been less assaulting to my eyes.“Well.