Kingston’s POV
Alpha's Hated Mate
Kingston's POV
A month ago, I was miserable, the only element that brought light into my life, I had given her away. I felt Karla, as a girl needed a mother figure in her life so as to raise her in a luminous happy existence but I was wrong, she solely needs love. Brittany and I have never seen eye to eye, not only because of her sister but because of her seeing nothing wrong with her sister's past demeanor. Brittany, despite all her misjudgements loves Karla but, nobody loves my daughter more than I do.
My daughter needs a parent who loves her and is there when she needs one, and I'm that parent for Karla, nothing matters more than she does. I just couldn't see it before, I noticed she felt like an outcast because she didn't have a mother so by giving her to Brittany for a trial, I thought I made the right decision for her.
In a way it was, but Karla wasn't completely happy without me, I wish I had seen it earlier. But thanks to Camilla, I see it now and I'm never going to forfeit my parenting duties to someone else based on impulse hypotheses.
Last week, Camilla's new assistant Kendall, a very delightful young woman, found the top five good schools surrounding us and I enrolled Karla into the one she liked best. I know my daughter is a softie and a tad bit shy so, she's having a hard time making friends because she argues with everyone due to her opinionated nature which she sadly gets from the woman who birthed her. Despite this, she loses the arguments, which mostly results in her crying and she's the same at home too.
I contemplated homeschooling but of course Camilla said I shouldn't show her or let her take the easy way out, because life isn't sunshine and roses. I understand where she's coming from and I share her pain but Karla is too young to learn that, she'll learn in her teen years, not now but still, I haven't taken her out of the school.
I take a glance at my watch, Karla is still in school but I have an errand. Mirabelle asked me to fill in for her at a meeting she couldn't attend because her assistant Carolyn overbooked her.
The meeting is in Kindred East, which is exactly thirty minutes away from Karla's school, which means I can attend the meeting then pick her up on my way back or, pick her on my way there and make her stay in the car.
However, if she starts telling Emily about her day or anyone else, Camilla will hear of it and fight with me for deserting a toddler in the car. Camilla scares me when she's angry but I understand she really cares for Karla.
Despite my daughter being terrified of Camilla, through the conversations they have had, with me as a mediator, you can tell they're already good friends. Karla looks up to Camilla and in return, Camilla cares for her wellbeing, sometimes to the point I feel like I'm not concerned enough about my kid.
Stepping out of my bedroom, my hand pulling the door shut behind me, I encounter my newly compelled but extraordinary Alpha, the sight of her instantly taking my breath away.
She's in one of her professional outfits today, dark jeans hugging her figure, a white top, a pair of black heels strapped to her ankles with a black jacket to complete her outfit, I love it. Her face is full of makeup, but not so much that she looks like a try hard, just enough to highlight how stunning she is. I gulp, holding her furrowed gaze.
There is something about her, something in her eyes that traps me everytime I look into them. It scared me when I first saw her, I felt the need to rescue her but I've always felt that way about the young people Hayden would bring in. However, with Camilla it was different, her gaze held mine hostage the second our eyes met.
Everytime she stares at me, I feel bare, it's as if she's peering right into my soul, a place she shouldn't be seeing. I find it hard to look away but once I do, I wonder what would happen if I held her gaze longer, would she be able to tear down my fences and scrutinize my secrets as they seep through my bleedng flesh? Or, would it be her rather than me?
“Kingston,” I hear Camilla's voice call out in my earshot.
I zoned out, I gave myself a mental slap to bring me back to the present, here, with her standing furiously in front of me, the anger adding more blaze to her entire look.
“My bad,” I grin. “I was simply taking a thorough look at this angel– I mean devil, in front of me.” I say, my gaze roaming on her chest, stuck on the perfect tits she has which currently strain the fabric of her t-shirt.
“My eyes are up here dimwit,” she scolds, sucking her teeth for good measure.
I chuckle, eyeing her where she wants my eyes, on hers, tossing her a wink because I know it annoys her when I do, but it also makes that pretty little smile creep onto her face. It's not that I'm flirting with her, it just comes natural with her. I rarely flirt with women but with her, I don't notice myself doing it and neither does she, when she flirts back.
In all honesty, I am one-hundred percent fascinated by this woman, everything about her is a wonder to me. One that shoots hot blood straight to my cock. She turns me on, from the eye rolling, the baby voice she uses to imitate me, the Alpha voice, and not to forget the way she lectures me, that's what I look forward to most days. I do things to earn myself an earful from her because I like to hear how logical she is. She doesn't know it yet but it's great practice for being the amazing lawyer she intends to be.
“What? Stop that.” she frowns, nearly stomping her foot like an angry child which I wish she would.
I shake my head, “Nothing. You just look oddly gorgeous today.”
“So, what you're trying to say is that I look horrifying on most days?” she asks, crossing her arms over her chest defensively, something that she rarely does in public because body language gives off too many hints.
In response, I roll my eyes, Camilla doesn't know how to take a compliment. It never ends with a simple "thank you," it's always a brewing argument with her smartass, sarcastic comebacks.
“You are horrifying,” I begin. “To the children and their parents, but not to me.” I tease, my finger poking at her arm, the one over the other one. Her gaze drops to my finger, her hands breaking their pose and smacking my still aimed finger.“I don't feel like breaking fingers today Kingston, don't test me.” she says warningly.
“Or else you gonna do what, Sweetie?” I urge, imitating her when she uses the phrase with everyone around her. I've noted it's her favorite way to address everyone.
“Shouldn't you be somewhere else right now, doing something that doesn't involve making me regret offering you to stay?” she asks, an eyebrow arched.
I shrug, trying to remember if Mirabelle mentioned my whereabouts to her, which I think she wouldn't considering Carolyn would be in trouble for not doing her job right when she's compensated more than a decent amount to do it.
“I asked you a Question,” Camilla says, her chest raising and falling eagerly. In response I grin at her, making her glare at him with a dark expression. “Kingston.” she warns softly, her lips stretching into a grin. I know that look, the devil is about to come out and play.
“Right, right.” I nod, “Where should I be?” I ask, pushing her buttons some more because I like the outcome everytime.
“Ugh, what time does Karla get off school?”
“Four pm,” I retort instantly.
Camilla nods, taking a quick glance at her wrist watch before glaring at me with a threatening expression. The very one that has made so many strong men cower but I wave it off, pretending it doesn't affect me because I know she's harmless to me. “So,” She begins. “What is your ass still doing here, why are you leaving her at school longer? By the time you get there it'll be 4:10 or 4:20 to 25 pm.”
“She'll be fine, it's just 10minutes.” I counter.
“Ten minutes, do you know how much can happen in those minutes? Someone once got pushed so hard on the swing because they were three minutes late when picking her up, she fell hard and broke her leg. Stayed off school for a good month, and you're saying nothing much can happen to KK, alright bro that's your daughter and she got a smart ass mouth it's gonna be your loss.” she says, raising her hands in dramatic defeat.
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