The Alphas' Porn Star Mate

The pressure. The endless amounts of pressure pushing in from all around me, like something is about to explode. Like I was about to explode. That was the first thing that I noticed as I was drifting in the abyss.

Red streams of violent currents, like crimson lightning bolts, started exploding in the space that was just a black void moments ago. It was a storm of brutality and torture.

Then came her screams…..

Not howls. Not growling or snarling. Screams. My wolf was screaming inside of me. Screaming so loudly, it reached me through the fog of the void and the raging storm exploding around me.

I clung to her voice, trying to find her in the crimson chaos going off inside my head. It felt like swimming against the current, fighting a force I could not see. I started swimming harder than before, my listless body straining to break through the surface of my mind to my wolf. She was in such agony that I felt it, even in the void I had been floating in for so long. I felt her, and it was breaking me. Breaking me out of the prison I was in.

I’m fighting and pushing. I’m swimming in the violence, crying out every time one of the lightning bolts tears through me.

I still fight. My wolf. My wolf needs me. I need to get to her. I need to help her. I can feel her pain.

After fighting for so long, I finally broke free. The heavy weight pressing down on me finally broke open, a barrier being torn, giving me life once more.

“STOP!” I hear Cortina screaming in my head. “MAKE IT STOP!”

Stop? Stop what? What is going on? What could be hurting her in the safety of my mind? Our mind that we share as one.

And then I heard it.

The sounds were coming from nearby. The moaning and grunting. The strangled whimpers of a woman, and the all too familiar groans from the source of all my wolf’s pain.

It’s our mate. Our mate is fucking another woman, right next to us it seems, and my body is frozen, completely unable to stop it.

"Right there," the female voice groans. "Right fucking there. Cum in me, alpha. Give me your-"

"I told you," he growled, cutting off her passionate words, "face down and shut the fuck up."

The woman whimpers, but her muffled tone leads me to think that she obeyed what he said. Of course she did. Like she couldn't. As his mate, and his Luna, I was the only one who could ever go against his word. I was the only one that could ever give him an attitude. I never wanted him, which I'm sure he knew, but my wolf always did. I stayed and accepted everything because of her.

That's all changed. She is screaming and crying, the pain from his betrayal too much for her to sanely bare.

Can he not hear her? Can he not feel what he is doing to her? What he is doing to me? Does he truly just not care about the pain ripping us apart from the inside, tearing our soul into shreds?

Why would he care? His wolf was the only one that showed he cared, and that was just for my wolf. Neither of them ever cared for me.

I'm lying in a prison inside my own body, unable to react, unable to move, but he's just screwing some woman right beside me, not even bothering to hide it by going somewhere else.