Angel's POV
Alpha's Hated Mate
Angel's POV
Karma, it isn't real.
But let me tell you what's actually real, the goddamn fucking bad luck I've had in this life. A few years ago, I made a mistake, I left my family to be free, I didn't know what that was about but I never did feel free, I pretended to. I tried to create the family I broke with Adrian, he was my therapy, the only thing that made me feel good, alive.
I would never in a million years guess that one day, when I called, my mate was involved with a woman I utterly disliked, but it happened, and what's worse? Well, my child calls her mommy. I wasn't in my right mind when I left him, it took me three years to realize I was suffering from PTSD, by then it was too late.
I tried to be involved in the life of my child but my sister would never let me get more than a hello phone call, and her father? He wanted nothing to do with me.
Everything went downhill but I always counted on the phone call when I got to hear my child speak, listen to how she was waiting for me and her brother to come home, her brother that I selfishly took away from her because I was young, stupid, sick and of course, I would promise her that. But a few years ago, I couldn't get a hold of her, my sister told me he took off with some woman and took my little Vee with them and now I know why.
Sometime this year, I got a hold of him, and we started to talk, he wouldn't give me the time of day if not for our son. That has been the most contact I've had with him, I have tried to explain I was diagnosed with a mental condition which I have seeked help for, with Adrian's help and that I regret leaving him, and our daughter but he won't hear it, he won't hear anything I have to say to him.
Tonight he came around, came to pick her up. I hate how they play happy family while my son lays on death's bed. I'm not allowed anywhere near my daughter despite her being here three times a week.
The first time I saw her I was rushing to see her brother at the hospital, and her father had been yelling at me on the phone to get myself out the door fast. I hadn't known it was her until after he walked in, stopping an age old fight between me, and his new conquest.
It's quite funny actually, I loved her mate, now mine loves her, everyone does, and my daughter too. I know she recognises me but she won't come near me, any running she had with me, she takes off the other direction, or threatens to tell on me to her parents.
I got sick of my mate ignoring my calls while he just sat on the chair, with Camilla in his lap like she doesn't fuck Adrian every chance she gets. He knows it but has no problem with it, apparently it's something I will never understand. When truly, I will never understand what's so great about her, that her life is so perfect, she gets everything I yearn for.
When Camilla left to get the kids, I approached him and confronted him about why he wasn't picking my calls. He didn't want to be seen in public with me, so now we're in the guest bathroom upstairs. The entire way up here he nagged me about speaking to him directly, when it doesn't involve our son.
“Fine,” I kick at the door. “I'm sorry about that.” I tell him.
“Stop asking to see me, stop looking at me in public, someone will see us.”
“Someone will see us?” I snort. “So now you're embarrassed people see us together?”
“I'm embarrassed I ever met you, I fucking regret everything about you but my kids.” he tells me.
Ouch, that one is a stab in the heart. I don't regret him, I loved him, I stalked him everyday I was away until I couldn't anymore. I cared about him Adrian might have been my first love, but Devontae was always the one that made my heart race. He showed me what Adrian showed me was trivial.
Leaning back against the door I peer at him. “How long will you hold my past against me? I was young, sick and stupid. I regret it, I shouldn't have done so many things but I'm trying now, I'm trying to be a better person but you..”
“What you did is unforgivable!” he chimes in.
“No, it is forgivable, just not for me right?...” I murmur, both of us were silent after my statement. “If it were Camilla, you'd forgive her.”
“Camilla, who?” he snorts. “The same Camilla that's raising my daughter? The same Camilla that is mothering a child she didn't birth like its hers?” he pauses, licking his lips.
“No, that Camilla would never be in your place, there is a big difference between the two of you.”
“Yes, fine.” I drop my arms. “She's a better person than I am, is that what you want to hear?”
“Whatever helps you sleep at night, Satan.” he snorts.
I roll my eyes, offended that he refers to me as satan. Does he say that to our daughter? Is that why she hates me? No, I shake the thought off, shaking my head at him.
“So what now?”
Devontae shrugs, glaring at me with evident fury. I gulp, mastering the courage to speak again. “The doctor said..”
“No,” he instantly argues. “I will not risk my daughter's life for anything.”
“So you're going to let our son die?” I counter.
“God!” his hand runs through his hair. “No, of course not, understand this Angelique. I'm not going to risk one child's life to save the other, Kyrie will live, he won't die.”
I shake my head, he won't listen to me but wants me to listen to him. My son is sick, I've watched him lose the life he was so accustomed to, he doesn't play anymore, he simply lays in bed, going test after test, drinking medication after medication while his father argues with me. I hate this, there is an easier way out for him, a much more painless way but his father won't aid in it.
“Dee, he's in pain, don't you see that? My son is suffering, I don't want to be in and out of hospitals anymore. I can't see him like that anymore, the transplant will fix things.”
“And if it doesn't?” he counters. “Hmm, what then, I lose my son once more and my daughter too? Sacrifice one and both die?”
“Dee, why are you being so difficult about this?”
“Angelique, you raised Kyrie so you are willing to give your life for him, nothing is off the table, not even Karla's life. You're willing to risk it just to heal Kyrie, the doctors don't even know if he'll be fine after the surgery. What if we do it and neither of them make it, or just one makes it, then what? I resent Kyrie for Karla's death, or the other way round?”
“No, it won't happen. You think I don't care about her?” I sob.
“You don't, if you cared about her you wouldn't have run off to be with Adrian or whoever you left for. You would have stayed with her, or taken her with you like you did Kyrie but no, you took him and left her feeling unwanted.”
“I Couldn't, I made that sacrifice for you, you were so excited to have a little girl. I couldn't take her from you, I cried every night for her, I missed her so much.”
“Who cares, but just know that Karla isn't getting surgery done, I won't risk her life, and neither will Camilla.”
Camilla?
That riles me up, “Why does she get to make that decision?”
“Hmm,” Devontae pauses. “I don't know, maybe karma? Or perhaps because she has legal rights or probably because she is her mother.”
“I see it now,” I nod. “You're going in circles, using your love for Vivianna when you just don't want her to find out about you and I.”
“There is no you and I anymore, you decided that when you left me and I'm not doing this to please Camilla. I know what pain my daughter has gone through, and I don't want to lose her.”
“Fine Devontae, suit yourself, keep pleasing her but she will never be yours. Not without a fight Adrian won't let you play happy family with her.”
“Adrian doesn't have to fight me for Camilla, she can be with whoever she desires.”
“Fine, go be with Camilla!” I yell at him.
He doesn't respond, the sound of something falling over. It comes from behind the curtain, which has a hand sticking out of it a second later. I didn't think anyone would be here, when the curtain slid over, it revealed Camilla.
Devontae and I both look at each other, before he looks back at me.
“Beautiful, you're in here.”
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