Camilla's POV continues
In response, he chuckles. “Are you drunk? Nobody calls you Camilla and they wouldn't dare address you as anything other than Alpha Camilla,” he tells me.
I frown, he's right but I'm not drunk, I only had a few glasses tonight, mostly because I was around Tee and didn't want to initiate a monkey see monkey do act between us with her crazy baby daddy watching from across us. “I am not drunk but I do think I'm tired, I'll go to bed right now,” I say, rising from my seat. “But first, I'll check on Karla.” I tell him, moving straight to fit the staircase.
I am not drunk enough to be hearing someone calling me when in fact, nobody is. When I open the door to Karla's bedroom, I glimpse her, soundly sleeping on her bed with her feet outside the blanket, her head covered. Leaving the door open, I walk in, pulling the blanket from her head to her toes but her little hands grip it tightly.“I am not made of cookies, please don't eat me.”
“Karla?” I softly say, realizing she's not awake like I thought. She probably had a nightmare, I wonder who let her watch that cookie monster movie where a little blue bearded monster eats the children because they're made of cookies.
“Alpha mommy?” she murmurs, peeking out of the blanket.
I nod at her, sitting on the bed next to her as her eyes scan the room widely, even in its dimly lit state. “I thought you were the cookie monster.” she whispers.
“Is that why you're awake?” I ask, my hand stroking her hair as she peers at me nodding. “I see, but you have nothing to worry about, I'll eat the cookie monster before he or anyone ever hurts you.” I tell her, earning a giggle from her.
“I'm still scared, daddy says dreams are not real but I still get scared.”
“That's okay, everyone gets scared Karla.” I told her.
“Even daddy, and you?” she whispers, tightly clutching the character blanket on her.
I nod, watching her eyes widen. “Yes,” I laugh. “Even me, it's okay to be scared sometimes but there's nothing to be scared of except broccoli.” I joke, making a gagging sound that makes her laugh too.
“Do you want to sleep with me tonight?” I ask her, earning an instant nod. I rise, with her following suit, standing on her bed in her cute little romper pyjamas.
“Come here,” I tell her, opening my arms to her. My arms wrap around her, balancing her on my hip as my hand reached for her stuffed animal and hand it to her, leaving her room vacant when I close the door behind us. Or perhaps the cookie monster is in it, I've learned everything is possible but that one has to be ruled out.
The moment I'm settled in bed next to Karla, she falls asleep, clasping her stuffed animal with a smile. I'm watching her, wondering how her mother found the courage to abandon her, it must have been hard.
Or maybe the dick she broke her family for was good, it must have been some hella good dick. I don't want to judge Karla's mother because love makes us stupid but she separated her kid from his dad.
My eyes begin to fall heavy, the sleeping pills I slipped into my drink earlier tonight finally showing their effect.
“Camilla!” that voice calls out once again, this time louder, loud enough to alert me, my body jotting up from the bed.
I know I'm not hallucinating, someone is playing with me and I will do things I regret it if they persist with doing this to me. Angling my feet towards the edge of the bed, I get down, heading straight for the light switch.
The moment the light's flicker on, I notice someone in the middle of the room . I step back, my hand flying to my chest in startle as I take in the woman before me, a short woman yet taller than me, her dress in pencil skirt pattern with decorative chains in her hair. She looks like she walked straight out of a children's book, like one my mom would read to me at bedtime. The woman grins at me, clapping her hands as she stares at me.
“You can see me right?” she asks excitedly.
“Of course I see you, you fucking right there,” I whisper yell, my feet moving to meet her. “Who the fuck are you and what are you doing here?”
Taking a deep breath, she exhales, a smile drawn on her face, all the way from her eyes. “My name is Lumina, I have been trying to get your attention for so long, or at least make myself visible to you but none of the spells were working so I had to go and see my cousin Sherla who knows a witch that does forbidden spells and would-” I cut her off with a glare, trying to process the bullshit coming out of her mouth. “And, I am a guardian angel.” she says, “Adrian's guardian to be exact. I'm sorry for blabbing, I tend to do that when I'm excited.”
Okay so not only does she dress like she's from a children's book, she thinks she is.
“Hmm I see, who's your caretaker, you seem to have gotten loose but there's the door honey.” I tell her, my hand gesturing to the door. “Go straight until you find a staircase and go home, wait you can't get home if you're retarded.” I pause, thinking of whose family she belongs to.
“No,” she retorts, her face scowling. “I am not retarded, I'm truly a guardian angel.” she tells me, looking offended that I called her retarded, which is probably is.
“How old are you?”
“I'm thirty nine years old and it's not some retard absurdity, I truly am a guardian, we exist, look.” she tells me, stretching out her arm and showing me the mythical mark of guardians we were shown as kids. Her hand curls into a fist, the mark of a dove on her arm lighting up, the design coming to life.
I gasp, stepping back from her, she must be a witch.
“See that, only guardians can do this. I'm risking my life and my job by revealing myself to you but it's worth it, it's not like I will have a job if he passes away, but I don't have time.”
I nod, “Okay, then fucking leave. You're creeping me out with this voodoo shit.” I whisper yell.
“Fine, you leave me now choice, stand back.” she tells me, her gaze fixed on the wall behind me, next to the door.
I step aside, giving her one last chance to prove herself retarded before I drag her out by the fucking chains in her hair. Lumina, as she claims she is, swirls her hands, pointing to the wall, my gaze furrows at her as she drops her hands, nodding toward the wall.
My gaze flickers from her to the wall, my eyes widening at the sight of what she did. She created some sort of a portal, in place of the wall, all I see is a hospital room. My heart sinks when I take in the patient but I gather myself swiftly, looking back at Lumina.
“See,” she tells me, her hand gesturing to the wall. “I really am Adrian's guardian.”
“Really?” I snort, pretending I couldn't tell it was Adrian laying in that bed, an oxygen mask on his face and a blood drip to his arm. “Well, you suck at your job then and also, get out and take your voodoo with you, I like my walls.” I tell her, walking past her with my arms crossed over my chest.
“Look at him, he's not doing okay.” she says, her voice breaking.
“I think that's pretty obvious,” I snicker, my face shifting to the bed where Karla lays unmoving.
I don't want to look at that portal or whatever it is madam guardian angel has created.
“Camilla, he needs you, please help him.” she pleads, her eyes almost watering.
“I have risked everything for a chance to talk to you, by the end of this I should wipe your memory of seeing me but I won't because Royal's can't be wiped, you're immune to my powers.”
“Okay, umm leave. You'll wake Karla,” I tell her, my head nodding towards my bed.
“Hear me out, I know you're mad at him but I've been there with you both, to me he is like Karla has become to you. I know how much he loves you, he simply made a mistake, forgive him. At times, he doesn't think before he acts, his temper is his mortal enemy and only flaw, you know that he is a good person, you love him.” she whispers, her hands coming together as she speaks.
“Loved, lumina, loved.” I correct her, not willing to accept the truth or let her or anyone believe that I'm in love with Adrian still.
“Adrian needs you, his wolf lost contact with him, it isolated him till he couldn't invoke it anymore. Please Camilla,
he can't lose you and his wolf. He is in bad shape, he could die.”
“Yeah, if you follow him to hell, please do greet the devil for me.” I tell her, blinking my eyelashes at her with a pout on my lips.
“Go and see him, even if it is just once, not for him but for Hunter, he needs his wolf. An Alpha without a wolf is weak and he will be the target of all his enemies, if he makes it alive that is.” she says, biting on her tongue.
“There is nothing I can do for him, I'm never stepping foot in that pack again and if you were there like you claim, then you saw everything didn't you? You saw how he treated me, cursed me out and degraded me with malice.” I tell her, settling at the edge of the bed, with her still watching me.
“You are right,” she begins. “I was there, I saw everything that happened, then and after you left. The loss of a child is painful Camilla, he wasn't thinking of what came out his mouth. It's not his fault he isn't to blame, sometimes pain can make us bitter. Have you never said things you regret in a feat of rage?”
“No,” I told her confidently. “I am not psychotic like that bastard, he never regrets a thing, I can bet you anything his one regret is that Ryan nearly killed him, if anything he blames me for that too. Lumina, I'm sorry but that bastard,” I tell her, pointing to the portal. “He can die for all I care.”
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