Camilla's pov continues
“Ryan went to Midnight Saints and he fought Adrian.”
My heart skips a beat at the mention of his name. I've strictly prohibited everyone from speaking of Midnight Saints and it's members unless otherwise. Playing it off, my hands bring the bottle to my mouth again, taking a long quenching sip before I give Belle my attention. “I don't see how that's any of my business,” I shrug.
“It is no, but I'd like you to be aware it happened and the outcome was not pretty. My mom let Ryan fling Adrian around like a rag doll and he never fought back so Ryan beat him pretty badly, I'm certain he saw the light.” She hisses, flinching at the end like she just pictured Adrian beat to his death.
Once again, I shrug in response.“Again, not my business but how do you know this?”
“Everybody knows but they never do speak of anything pertaining to that pack.”
“Okay, I'll go and freshen up.” I tell her, rising from my seat like I'm unphased by what she just said. I am, I think I am.
“Your dress got delivered, it's in your room.” she tells me, her hands patting the face mask on her face.
“You are not my assistant, so stop doing their job.” I groan.
“I know, but I did it to save your assistants' heads.”
“I see, but tell them kissing my ass isn't the job I hired them to do. Nonetheless, I am going to freshen up.”
“Okay, see you in a bit.” she says, returning to her seat.
“I don't feel like going can't you and King go together?” I whine, desperately waiting for him despite the desire and necessity for me to go.
“I could, but you look way better on his arm.” she retorts, her attention drifting to the nail filer on her dresser.
When she doesn't get a response, she turns around, giggling. “I am sorry, but it's the truth.”
“Your necklace looks great by the way.” I grin, gesturing to her neck with my hand.
Mirabelle grips the necklace, pendant. “Thank you, it's just a little thing that I got from my Alpha for kicking people's ass.” she grins.
I laugh, admiring the detail on the pendant. She is wearing a necklace that only the strongest members of this pack wear. I drafted the design and had the jewellers make me personalised items of it.
Every member has a Necklace or bracelet or ring embodied with a claw holding a rose, dripping with blood. It is the cutest thing ever and there's a crown right under the droplets of blood, I didn't encompass the crown but it's a mistake I took as fate when the jewellers made them. All these items can be worn by all but the necklace, and tattoos are according to rankings.
“Pretty sure you must have earned it because my bestie is an ass kicker.” I wink, heading out the door. As I close it, with it, I close my emotions. They are trying to make me weak once again but I won't allow it. I don't like the sharp pain in my chest right now, I don't like that my heart skipped a beat when she said Ryan beat Adrian, he deserved it and so much more.
I think a part of him loved me-
“No, Camilla. Shut up, stop it, stop.” I tell myself, hitting my head to knock out the insolent thought of him ever loving me, he proved to me I was nothing but a game he played with to add a little entertainment to his life.
Slamming into Kingston as I knock my thoughts out, I groan. “Fucking watch it Beta.”
“Me? You are the one whacking your head, instead of looking where you're going luna.”
“Oh,” I frown, at the realization that I'm to blame. “I am sorry.” I tell him, scratching my head.
“Are you feeling fine?” Kingston asks, his hand examining my face with a concerned expression.
In response, I slap his hand away. “What? Stop touching me, I'm fine.”
“You apologized to me,” he gasps.
“Cretino,” (fool) I murmur underneath my breath.
“There is the Alpha I know and love,” he grins.
“Why aren't you getting ready?” I ask, noticing the lack of preparation on him. He looks like he just came back from running an errand.
“We still have three hours,” he shrugs, smiling at me like the fool he is. I've noticed this man is never punctual, I wonder if it's one of the things he does to piss me off or he really can't keep time.
“Relax,” Kingston snorts. “I guarantee you we will be on time, I've called a Limo and escorts.”
“Escorts?” I echo, taken aback by the statement. I didn't request any nor do I feel the need for any so Kingston doing this is quite amusing to me.
“They are to protect you and Belle of course, I wouldn't want anything to happen to the devil.” he winks, that wink sending me to a place I shouldn't. “Let me check on the trainees,” he says, his feet already stepping forward.
“Wait,” I call out. “I have to talk to you about Karla.”
“Shit, I haven't seen Karla in the past hour. I wonder where she is.”
“In her room, doing homework like I asked her to.”
Kingston's eyes widened. His hands gestured to the direction of Karla's room. “And she, she just went? I've been asking her to do it since she got back from school and the only response I got from her was a "maybe never daddy" but she went when you asked?” he says, his voice imitating Karla's.
“What can I say, she listens to her mother, most kids do.”
“What, did I miss an episode of my life here?”
I nod, leaning against the wall. “That is exactly what I want to talk about with you. She was feeling a little sad when I got back from my run.” I begin, nervous about his view of what I did without his concern but I continue either way. “Umm, the other kids were being mean to her, she told me no one would want to be a mother to her.”
“Oh God, I need to talk to her.” Kingston groans, his hand ruffling his hair.
“No, she's fine now. I told her I'd be her mother if that's okay with you?” I squeak, trailing off to complete silence.
For a while, neither him nor I say a word, until the silence in my head begins to get too loud for my liking. “Say something,” I tell him.
“Do you know what you did?” he rasps, massaging his temples.
“Yes, I'm aware and I didn't say it simply because I felt sorry for her, I did it because despite having an ass for a father she's a pretty cool kid and I love her.” I tell her nothing but the truth in each word I say.
“Wow,” he says. Sauntering in circles with his hand caressing his face before he pauses, stepping closer to me. “Well, I would have loved to be considered in the conversation but I'm okay with it if it's something you both truly want but let's be real here. Camilla, you don't have the time to play mommy with Karla, she'll only end up disheartened in the end.” he tells me.
“She won't,” I argue. Feeling slightly insulted by the way he is perceiving the matter. “Also, I'm not planning on playing mommy, it's not a game Kingston.”
“Yes but you have no idea what you're getting yourself into, I'm just saying it's not just about matching clothes and taking selfies–”
I snort, cutting his sentence short.
Now I feel insulted for real, absolutely offended by the way he thinks I perceive motherhood.
“I feel insulted by your comment,” I tell him.
“You know I don't mean it like that, it's just that you've very young, Karla can be very demanding sometimes and you're busy.”
“Kingston,” I called out. Once he looks at me, I prop off the walls and steady myself.
“Do you trust me?”
“Undoubtedly, yes. But, you have a lot on your plate right now, from law school, the pack and other stuff, I don't want to burden you with more responsibility.”
“No, it's not burdening, my plate is my problem. I merely need to tell you if you're okay with me being her mom or not?”
“Honestly, I can't think of anyone better.” he retorts.
This makes my heart swell in size, “I promise you, I won't let her or you down. I'll be there for her and I'll be the mother figure she needs. I know parenting isn't easy but I will figure it out because she deserves it. She's so sweet, hard to believe that's your sperm.” I smirk, crossing my arms over my chest. I couldn't resist the opportunity to irritate him like he does me.
In response to my remark, he chuckles, a smile playing on his lips even after his laughter dies out. “You know, as the mother of my child you have to at least not insult me this much. Rather, you should kiss me.” he teases, heat instantly flushing my cheeks.
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