Camilla's POV continues
“Same,” Belle nods. “I pray for his qualities, in a different body, everyday.”
“I'm not making him suffer, he should just let things be. I have a boyfriend, and I'm sure he has his concubines.” she shrugs.
“Oh, if you don't want him, can I have him?” I tease, putting my best casual face on for her.
“Camilla,” Adrian calls from the threshold, a dry shirt on his body now. “A word?”
I get up, not bothering to correct him and I follow him to one of the rooms downstairs. He opens the door and signals me in, to which I snort.
“I won't bite Alpha,” he grins.
I walk in, knowing if I dispute, he get an inkling of what he's making me feel. “What is that word you want to have with me Alpha Adrian?”
“I want to talk to you about that guy, a few minutes ago. I don't like him.”
“King?” I frown. “Well, I love him and you don't have to like him. If anything, he has to like you but by the looks of things he doesn't find you likeable either.”
“Well, I don't like that Arieya is so close to him.”
“He is her father," I snort. “Why wouldn't she be close to him? King is more of a parent to her than I am. Suck it up.” I tell him.
Adrian grabs my arm, but sets it free when I glare at him. “Umm, do not touch me, and don't get on my nerves. You're lucky I'm letting you close to my daughter after what you did to-”
“Our daughter Mia,” he interrupts. “And yes, I admit I was wrong for what happened between us, so why is it so hard to forgive me?”
“Oh,” I gasp. “You think you deserve to be forgiven?”
“I forgive you for not telling me about our daughter, but you can't let the past slide?” he shoots back.
“Because all that is happening now is due to what you did, and I'm sorry if you don't like Kingston. He will always be around for as long as Arieya needs him, and me.”
Adrian shakes his head, “So you just decided for me, decided I wasn't going to be a good father to our daughter?”
“I didn't decide for you, your actions at the time did. And this is exactly why I didn't bother telling you, she is better off without you. Just look at you, acting like a fucking child, talking about I don't like him,” I mimic him. “Come on, Adrian, shut the fuck up, Kingston was there when you weren't, he was there for her before I was.”
“Well, did you give me a chance to be there, to be a parent to our daughter? No, you let your hate for me get in the way. It's not me, it is your pride Camila, your pride that did this.” he argues. “You're not letting me into her life like I chose not to be a part of it. You wanted her to grow up thinking her father didn't want her, when I didn't even know she existed!”
“I wanted her to grow up happy and righteous, you didn't seem like the person who would raise a child, you were too busy chasing ladies without underwear. I did what was best for Arieya, she comes first above all things. Arieya is what is important, and I don't regret anything Alpha Adrian, have you seen my daughter?” I laugh. “She's the happiest baby I've ever seen, she wouldn't be that happy if we parented her together, this toxicity isn't something a mother dreams to expose her child to. I didn't want my daughter to be let down.”
“I would never let her down,” he lets out.
“Yeah? What is the guarantee?” I ask, pausing a second before nodding at him. “See, exactly, there's none. You were like a child, and I couldn't trust you to raise a kid when you were still one yourself. Babies are not toys, knowing you'd stop giving a damn when you wanted to.”
“Is that what you think of me?”
“You know what? I'm done with this conversation, I'm leaving.” I let out, trying to walk past him but he grips my hand, slamming it over my head, against the door.
“This conversation isn't done.”
“Seems done to me.”
“I'm not like everyone else, you don't scare me Mia.”
“I don't care Alpha Adrian,” I tell him, trying
“You should,” he whispers, his other hand tucking my hair behind my ear. I flinch from his touch and he doesn't miss it. “We came to talk about Arieya but you're fighting with me.”
“I am not fighting with you, and if I wasn't open to letting you in her life, don't you think I'd have gotten rid of you by now?” I smirk.
“You wouldn't dare,” he says, running his finger in my face.
“If you like that finger,” I stare at it down. “You better drop it before I break it and the rest of your fingers.”
“You can't get your way by threatening me, I told you I'm not like everyone else.” he murmurs, his eyes glued to my lips. “You wanna know something? Well..” he trails off, placing his lips on mine. I strive to shove him away with my one good hand but he growls, pulling away. “Stop it,” he warns, kissing me once again.
He tastes like a fresh blend of wine. I suck his bottom lip into my mouth, kissing him back, drinking him up, wanting more, needing more until I can barely breathe but I'm too caught up to pull away from the feel of his lips on mine.
Before I know it, his hand is in my panties, slipping through the wet folds. Only then does my one working brain cell register the situation, shoving Adrian's hand out with an involuntary moan escaping my parted lips. “No,” I tell him.
“Come on, you want this as much as I do.” he grunts.
“I don't want anything,” I gulp, trying to catch my breath.
“Then why are you breathing so heavily? Why are you so wet?” he urges.
“Not that it's any of your business,” I snort. He leans in, his tongue lapping on my cheek. I gasp, my hand twitching to slap him. “Don't play with me.” I tell him, ducking under his arm.
“You are the one playing with me, and I'd rather play with our baby.”
“Well,” I laugh. “I am sure you'll do just fine in that department since you think like a child yourself.”
“I am a man, and you more than anyone knows that, or did you forget, Alpha Camilla.” he whispers, my name trailing off rather smoothly on his tongue.
I giggle nervously, I know he is referring to how much a beggar he turned me into in the bedroom. Folding my arms over my chest, I peer up at him. “I wouldn't be proud of myself if I were you, any imbecile can make a baby and trust me, I've got a better dick.” I grin.
Adrian's smile subsides and he conforms to my gaze, “I want to bond with my daughter.”
“She is not ready for that.” I counter promptly.
Adrian snorts, “What are you waiting for? For my daughter to be so attached to your little boy toy that she wants nothing to do with me?”
I sigh.
How did he go from trying to get into my panties, to fighting with me, all in one second?
“Alpha Adrian, what the fuck do you expect from me? I am giving you the chance to get to know Rieya, don't make me change my mind.” I snap.
“Oh baby, don't raise your voice at me, and don't bring that boyfriend of yours to my pack.”
“If you have a problem with me and King–”
“Fuck that,” he cuts me off. “It's about our daughter, I can't bond with her, when he's around to distract her.”
“Well, that's too bad because I can't take Arieya anywhere without her asking for her dad every three seconds.” I truthfully say.
“Her dad,” he mumbles frantically, that's when I realize who is overpowering the other. “ I'm her dad!” he growls.
“Hunter, no.” I command, watching Adrian's gaze. When it finally switches to him, I speak once again. “Listen, Arieya loves Kingston. Presumably more than she does me, so I'm sorry but he's in my life, and we can't change that for you, you're not special.” I tell him, gripping the door and twisting it open.
“Camilla,” Adrian calls out, and I turn. “If you want me to leave you alone, then..”
“Then what?”
“Then work with me here, don't complicate things, don't make my life hell because I screwed up in the past. Believe me I've paid for it, not having you and our baby with me every day is enough punishment for me. Do you know how much I dreamed of knocking you up?
I've wanted to see you pregnant with my baby, watch you get morning sickness, mood swings, or whatever shit you had when you were pregnant, I wanted to enjoy that experience with you, and I'm not blaming you but I missed that part of Arieya's life, I don't want to miss anymore.”
God, why does he have to be so fucking smooth with his words. Turning around I sigh, “So what exactly is it you want from me?”
“I want to get to know our daughter, I want to be a present father, I want her to see how much I love her. I want to raise her with you, can we be coparents without you trying to murder me?”
“Can you respect the fact that I'm in a relationship with someone? Don't touch me, and not undress me with your eyes?”
“I can't do that.”
“Well then, I can't co parent with you.” I throw my hands up.
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