Mirabelle's POV
Mirabelle's POV
One thing I've learned with my brother is to always, I mean always leave room for disappointment. Personally, Adrian has never disappointed me but the women he has interacted with in the past have always been disappointed by him and that's over a hundred women to say. Those who were friends with me ended up despising me and those that hadn't been in his bed used me to get to it, if not his bed then Santiago's bed.
Camilla was the first person that didn't expect anything from me, she didn't try to use me to get my brother despite how desperate she was for him. I offered and she declined my offer, which I ignored and went on to helping with Santiago, Molina, and Rachael's assistance but I can't help but wonder if we did the right thing by playing matchmaker in the beginning. I don't know why, but this situation has me feeling at fault because if we didn't help them interact, Adrian would still be stealing glances of Camilla from the sidelines and Camilla would silently be hurting when she sees him with his whores yet, one glimpse of him being him would take her breath away and restore her faith in the possibility of them.
I felt hurt when Adrian told her he hated her, of course, it isn't true but she might not process it that way. I know for a fact that Adrian loves Camilla, it's his temper that's a problem and her conviction in him is stronger than whatever wrong he does. I hate to see it but there's nothing I can do to help. When Adrian said he hated her, I saw something break, something died inside her. He could have stopped at that but he went on with accusations of murder, she denied them and pleaded with him to give her a chance to explain, one he didn't give her.
Camilla went to her room to cry. I wanted to stay and comfort her but that was out of the question, Santiago said we should heed her request of being alone for a while. We drove around in circles, at one point we stopped at a restaurant and got something to drink, Santiago didn't forget to get Camilla something to eat too. But even as we passed time, I knew for a fact Camilla was locked up in her room, waiting for Adrian while crying, crying so hard in the hopes of reviving some sort of pain that wasn't caused by Adrian's words. She was probably waiting for him to come to her and hold her while she cried but I knew he wouldn't. I just kept wishing Adrian wouldn't hurt her or worse, she wouldn't hurt herself. That was—has been my biggest fear in the past two hours.
I called Camilla three times in the last twenty minutes, she didn't pick up nor reply to my text messages.
“Belle,” Santiago cuts through my thoughts.
I set my phone down in my lap, my head slanting towards him. “Do you also think she did it?”
Santiago snorts, his gaze momentarily shifting to me from the road for a second. “I don't think anyone believes that, Adrian is just upset.”
“What if he hurts her?” I ask, my gut churning at the thought.
“He won't, Hunter wouldn't allow that, his wolf is more reasonable than him that's for sure.”
I shrug, my gaze shifting towards the window, watching the cars pass us by. Only now do I realize I still feel nothing towards Angel, whatever happens to her couldn't bother me in the very least, I haven't felt sorry for her yet. I should feel bad for her, everyone feels bad for her because she lost the baby but I don't feel remorse. If anything, I am blaming her for Camilla and Adrian having problems in their relationship.
“Tiago,” I say, angling my head toward him. “Am I a bad person? I mean, I am not saddened by Angel losing her child.”
Santiago sighs, pulling up in the pack house. “Doesn't make you a bad person Belle, I'm not sad about it but I'm not ecstatic either.”
I nod, maybe it doesn't mean I'm a bad person. I know I'm not a bad person, I just don't know how to look at her pain, whether it's a curse or a blessing in disguise, whatever it is I just hope no one gets hurt. Mom will sort Adrian out, if anyone can persuade him I know it's her, she's the only capable of talking sense into him.
The rest of the drive to the parking lot is silent, I don't say a word to Santiago nor him to me. Soon as he stations the car in an ideal position, my hands are opening the door, ready to go. He too follows hastily behind me, not forgetting the food he purchased for her earlier.
Walking into the pack house, I can't help but notice something is off. No one is lurking around aimlessly, if anything they all seem to be occupied or pretending to be preoccupied. I walk past the girls immersed deep in gossip, I don't bother to eavesdrop because the topic of conversation is obviously Camilla, Angel and Adrian. My feet are moving with a shaking pace on my way to Camilla's room, I'm unsure of why this is happening, perhaps my legs feel numb due to the lack of movement for over two hours now.
When I reach her door I relax, my fist knocking on it while I call out to her. I repeat the action a few more times without getting a response of any kind. It takes a few more knocks on her door before my hand tires of knocking and my ear leans against the door, waiting to hear any sound I can obtain from this end, but nothing. My ears don't pick up a sound, I raise my fist to thump the door once more when a hand touches my shoulder, startling me instantly.
“Fuck!” I curse, turning around to meet the person who invaded my personal space without making a sound.
“Relax.” Liliana grins smugly, something about the smile on her face has me itching to slap it off right this second but I don't, I stay civil.
I hand her smug grin, a displeasing glare as I cross my arms over my chest, my back leaning against Camilla's bedroom door. “What do you want asshole, haven't you caused enough discord today? ”
“Nothing, I've just heard you knocking for a while and I wanted to let you know that Camilla won't answer you.” she grins.
I inhale sharply, trying so hard not to bang her head against the war for lying about Camilla pushing Angel, I know for a fact she wasn't present when it happened. We go into a stare down, I'm not asking what makes her so sure Camilla won't answer me but I still have the desire to break her in half.
Our staring contest is cut short by someone clearing their throat behind me, Michelle. My gaze settles on her, equally unhappy with her for not caring about her sister. She doesn't look bothered by anything, her son is on her hip and she's bouncing him there to keep him quiet, he's a very calm and handsome boy.
Her hand gestures between Liliana and I, “Break it up, whatever this is, end it right now. I don't think anyone has time to get into more drama today, we have seen enough drama for one week don't you think?” Michelle asks.
I shrug but Liliana giggles, her head falling back when she does. “Umm, I was just telling her Camilla isn't going to open the door.”
“Why?” I snap, my gaze momentarily drifting to her.
“Because Milla is not in there.” Michelle counters, making me look at her once again.
She's not in her room, could she be with Adrian again? That was quicker than I expected if that's the case but I expected Camilla to have him beg at the very least, the accusations he made against her aren't ones to smile about later, they're criminal and against her morals.
“No,” Michelle cuts through my thoughts, my face scowls with confusion in response. “Camilla isn't with Adrian and I doubt she will be near him this fast considering Adrian told me to take her back to my old pack because she's a nuisance, and he would kill her if he saw her.” she says, sighing when I gasp. I don't know if I'm too slow to process it but Michelle ignores my reaction and continues to speak, bouncing her baby on her hip. “I might have instigated her reaction but she made the right decision, my sister is way too fucking good for your brother but she's also not dominant enough to rule by his side. This is why he keeps waddling all over her but I think she's not going to let that happen anymore because she left.”
Camilla left?
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