Camilla's POV

Alpha's Hated Mate

Camilla's POV

I'm not exactly sure of what I'm accomplishing by coming here or what drove me to come. I should have turned away and left the moment I made eye contact with his mother but no, I stayed. I've been staring at him for over an hour, trying to force feelings that aren't there to begin with. I supposed I'd enjoy seeing him in pain after all the pain that he caused me however, that's not the case right now, instead I'm hurting all over again. It was the main reason why I had Kendall make arrangements for both of us to go to the hospital unseen to which she did exceptionally, no questions asked.

From the moment I stepped into this room, glancing over at the bed where he lays, I felt one strong emotion awaken, and not the one I anticipated when I took Lumina up on her offer. I felt sorry for him, I felt the need to help him, I didn't have it in me to either relish in his suffering or watch him in the state he is in.

Yet, here I am, screaming on the inside as I as I stare down at him from a standing position, my feet beginning to ache from the torture of standing for so long. He looks miserable, he looks nothing like the Alpha whose name sends people into a complete unstable state of panic. He looks pale, weak, kept alive by an oxygen tank and blood cannulation equipment. The various bruises on his arms and face don't suit him one bit, the flawless attributes if his face are a better look on him, in comparison to this.

The door of his hospital room creaks open, instantly earning my attention, Kendall my assistant stands there, her hand gripping it tightly. “Alpha,” she begins, looking at me towering over Adrian from a few feet away.

“Just a few minutes sweetie.” I tell her, finally finding my voice unlike the silence I've lived through the last hour.

Kendall nods, her hand pulling the for behind her to lock it as she ceases to the other side of it, leaving alone with him once again. I reckon Kendall came in because we've overstayed our welcome, we must leave, someone must be coming, obviously Santiago since he was so hesitant to leave his friend with us.

My feet move closer to him, my first step wobbly but the second not so much. I settle on the bed, making myself a little comfortable as I peek at him, barely getting a view of his face because of the oxygen mask.

“Would you look at how funny life is, I came here to enjoy this sight, I wanted to see fit myself if you really were in pain. I thought it would bring me some sort of closure or happiness but it didn't, it only pierced my heart and caused an uproar in my head. Isn't it amusing?.” I snort, “Even when you are helpless you still cause me pain, I had sworn to myself I would never come within six feet of you but here we are, I don't know why I'm here right now. I might hate you but I hate everything you put me through more.” I whisper, my voice nearly cracking.

My hand reaches for his hair, withdrawing from it but back at it, running his hair through my fingers. “Dry,” I frown, my fingers still searching for the familiar texture but it's all dry, I withdraw my hand. “You're really lying here enjoying rest and letting your hair go to waste?”

I ask, not sure why I'm expecting an answer from him. He hasn't moved an inch, my hand reached for his right arm, to pinch. Not even that gets a reaction, there is no body movement or anything, he really is waiting to die. A part of me wants him to suffer the pain I did every time he rejected me, and pushed me away but the minor fraction of humanity I have left inside me wants him alive. For his pack, Golden Hunters would be doomed without him, I do care for a few people there and oh his mother, the fire luna, gorgeous and ruthless a terrible combination.

I had met her when I was younger, around the time when I met Martin. Simply by looking at her, you wouldn't guess she birthed six kids.

I cough, the scent of medication becoming too much for me. “Damn you Adrian,” I cough once again, pissed off by the fact that he smells more like medications than himself.

My hands reach for his nose, slowly commencing with taking the oxygen mask off his face so as to give me a better view of what's left of Alpha Adrian. Once I remove it, I instantly regret it, I hate the pale look on his face, the whiff of medication makes me sick to my stomach.

I run my hands on his face, letting my thumb rest on his bottom lip, staring at him for a second before coming to the realization that he might die.

“I don't know if you're in there someplace, but I need you to hear me out. You might be mad at me Hunter but I am Sorry for what I put you through. You didn't do me any wrong, he did it all, I know you loved me without a doubt but this nincompoop on the other hand, God I want to strangle you right now Adrian.” I seethe, my hand caressing the visible cut wound on his face. When I finally pull away, I jerk up from where I rested, my hand coming to my chest.

“What the fuck?” I whisper to myself, peeking at him once again. The wound is gone, alone with the bruises that surrounded it, there's no trace of it. I look at my hands, searching for some clue, perhaps they were fake?

No.

My hand grabs the hospital blanket, yanking it from on top of him, he's shirtless underneath. I flinch at the sight of the bruises and wounds on him, they're barely healing. My hand rests on his chest, trying to feel his heart when a surge of electricity rushes through me, jerking me off balance so now both my hands rest on his chest, the electric surge growing every second. I peer down at my hands, my eyes widening at the sight of my evidently sticking out blue veins, brightly shining out.

I watch in awe as every wound, seals and bruises fade to nothing on his chest, I begin to feel weak, my vision slowly hazing until the surge of electricity stops. Only then do I pull my hands away, peering back at Adrian through my slightly distorted vision. There is not a single scratch on him, I jerk back instantly, my feet heading for the door where I meet Katy and Kendall who seem to have anxiously awaiting my exit.

“Alpha, are you okay?” Kendall asks, watching me with wide eyes.

“Yes,” I tell her, contrary to what I feel. My gaze shifts to Katy. “We were never here, you don't know us, nothing happened here.” I tell her, to which she nods hastily.

“Good, let's go Kendall.” I whisper, using the wall to balance myself as I begin to walk away, forcing myself up to strength that I do not have.

Kendall follows behind me, not saying a word as we leave the hospital. Once out back where we packed our car, I tossed Kendall the keys, settling in the passenger seat of the car, all tinted windows rolled up. We instantly begin to shred our disguises, with me ripping everything off hastily due to the sudden rise in body temperature I'm experiencing. My mind is running miles as I shred the last part of my disguise, the blue eye contacts that did no justice to my looks.

Kendall starts the car, driving at a slow pace as she steals worried glances of me fanning myself with my hand. My phone keeps in the backseat, it takes every last bit of energy I have to reach for it. Using my fingerprint to unlock it, I'm instantly faced with missed call notifications, five from Mirabelle, one from Aunt Amaya as well as a text message. "Call me when you're free," The text reads, making me frown because Aunt Amaya, unlike her sister, rarely contacts me, hence I dial her instantly.

“That took you long enough Princess,” she answers, after the third ring.

I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself as I respond to her. “I was running some errands, still am.” I tell her, blinking to get my distorted vision in order but it doesn't work, instead everything Aunt Amaya says to me is obscured by the newfound ringing in my ears. My vision slowly blurring, everything fading to nothing.

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