Adrian's POV
Alpha's Hated Mate
Adrian’s POV
I’ve been smelling Camilla all night so that means Michelle carried through with her promise but Camilla is nowhere to be seen. Mirabelle on the other hand I’ve seen three times, she’s checking in with me every hour. This is her fourth time checking in, I watch her smile at me and nod.
“Moon!” Angel calls out to her, Mirabelle tries to ignore her but she yells twice more.
“How can I help you Angel.” She snaps.
Angel waves her rudeness off, smiling at her again, “Umm Trey wanted to see you earlier.”
Belle nods, “Speaking of seeing, have you seen Camilla?” She tilts her head towards me. She told me Camilla was here tonight and that I had seen her but I can’t seem to recall.
Angel’s smile fades as she looks at me, “Who is Camilla?”
“My best friend. You should see how beautiful she looks tonight.” Mirabelle smiles knowing full well her mission to make Angel insecure about her spot on my dick is successful. She waves at us, slipping away as she giggles.
“Baby, who is Camilla?” she pouts.
“Fuck off.” I growl, frustrated with all this Camilla talk when I can’t fucking see her.
“Leave me alone for a while.”
Angel gasps, “Fine I will go back.”
“Like I give a shit about your whereabouts.” I snap jerking her off my lap, she lands on her butt looking down at her I snarl, I have to find Camilla. That little girl is growing on me, not seeing her for this long has me aching, she’s like an addiction that I need to feed before I relapse I didn’t realise it until she left for Dark Moon, nothing seemed normal, breakfast wasn’t breakfast without her and Santiago having their silent conversations that only they can hear.
When she returned yesterday, I felt like a weight had been lifted from my shoulders, one that was getting heavier each passing day that she wasn’t in sight, I blame Hunter.
Ten minutes of going round this place and still no sight of Camilla but I do notice a giggling Racheal and Mirabelle. I walk over to them, “For your sake I hope you’re not high.” I warn. In response they shake their heads so fast I’m convinced they’re high.
Racheal shakes head, “We’re not high, we are simply reminiscing about how Kira earned a trip to the ER in an attempt to twerk on the counter.”
“Okay and where’s Mia, shouldn’t she be with you?”
They stare at me blankly. “Camilla.” I elaborate seeing that I referred to her by her middle name.
“Oh, she was with Angel’s friends a while ago.” Racheal giggles.
Mirabelle shakes her head, her finger pointing over my shoulder, “I just saw her a few minutes ago, she begged me to go dancing with her. I told her these heels aren’t for dancing so she left on her own.” Mirabelle amplifies.
Angel’s friends? Dancing? Why that doesn’t exactly scream Camilla not even a little bit.
Taking the leads I get from my sisters, I search the dancer for Camilla, her scent stronger here than anywhere else in the room. I recognize her blonde and pink hair from where I’m standing, she’s grinding on someone. “Camilla.” Her name rolls off my tongue with ease, as if I have been saying it all my life, like it's the only word I know. I run through the crowd and punch the bastard touching her. She looks at him and jerks back, her gaze falling back to me.
“Hey Alpha you.”
The image in front of me is not the usual image of Camilla I’ve engraved in my mind. She looks nothing like herself except for the straightened hair, nothing identifies her if not for her scent that’s like no other I would be convinced it’s not her. Her pupils are dilated which tells me her mind is long gone, she reeks of every drink that the bar has to offer tonight.
“What did you take?” I growl.
“I can’t tell you. It’s a secret.” She giggles. I take a deep breath and shake my head. The sound she makes when she giggles arouses a warm feeling in my chest, it makes my Wolf howl in satisfaction.
Her giggle is extraordinary, nothing I’ve heard compares to it, and I thought her voice was it for me but no, her giggle is amazing.
Searching her eyes I sigh, this is great, not only is she drunk but she’s higher than the moon right now.
“Look at me, What did you smoke?” Her lip curls up and she rolls her eyes “I didn’t smoke, I sniffed and swallowed. I do not smoke Alpha.” She deadpans as gone as she is.
“Mia where did you get them?” I need to know what she took and how fatal it is, I am responsible for her and can’t risk her going horny one night because I didn’t have someone competent watching her and she did drugs that she’s never seen in her entire life.
“Those nice girls over there.” She smiles waving to behind me. I turn to find Angel’s friends who are paying no attention to their surroundings; they're just as high as she is.
“I will need-” I look around for her but she’s gone. How she disappeared so fast is a mystery to me right now.
I let out a growl of frustration that little girl is starting to piss me off more than she should right now. She’s a handful sober but drunk? She’s something I can not handle. I growl, my eyes searching for Camilla but they find Angel instead. I go over to Angel and grab her arm.
“Hmm, baby I…”
Squeezing her arm tighter, I seethe. “Why did your little group of whores give drugs to Mia?”
She winces, shaking her head. “I don’t know, and who is Mia?”
I growl pushing her out of my way, Camilla is proving to be a full-time job just when I thought she can be trusted to not need a babysitter.
When I see Mirabelle she points to the DJ booth, I didn’t even have to ask her she just pointed, when I turn to see what she’s pointing at, I see Camilla, dancing with another random man. The rush of adrenaline pumping through me right now is enough to bring this hall down, I don’t need a mirror to know my eyes are darker than night right now, Hunter takes control over it and before I can really process what I’m seeing, my fist collides with yet another mans face thanks to Camilla.
I pull her away and pin her against the wall upset that she let another man touch her when she flinches from my sight. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“Dancing, yay and fun?” she smiles.
I snort back a laugh, “Fun? Is that what this is to you Camilla? Did you enjoy it, playing slut with all these men here? Acting like you love their hands all over your body. I’m the only one that has the right to touch you like that, I am the one you should be trying to be a whore for but no you want to be a pack pass-around whore is that so?”
She shakes her head, her lip quivering when she does. My grip on her hands tighter, “It seems like it because you can’t even stand five feet close to me without shrieking, you don’t even breathe when you’re near me but you were so close and comfortable with these men you haven’t met! What? Can’t speak now?” I snap.
She doesn’t give me a response, she blinks once and tears grace her face. “My hands.” She sobs, I look at the wall where I have her hands pinned, I didn’t realise how tight I was gripping them nor did I see my claws digging into them, I quickly released them and she whimpered. “I’m sorry, show me.”
She slides down the wall and cries, looking at her right wrist which is bleeding.
“Get up.” I sigh.
“No, you always hurt me.” She sobs.
One thing I know is intoxicated people speak nothing but the truth, so is that how she feels? I mean I stay away from her to avoid hurting her but she’s telling me differently.
“Come on, get up so I can bandage your wrists for you.”
“No, leave me alone.” She gets to her feet, backing up from me. I grab her forcefully, and drag to the bathroom where I know a first aid box lies. I clean her wrists and bandage them, there’s no need but just to be safe. “There, does it hurt?” I peer down at her and she nods. “I’m sorry.” I can’t believe how many times I’ve apologised to this girl more times than I have in my life altogether. I don’t know what she took or what dosage but she’s a fucking mess.
“Let me take you to your room.”
“No. I don’t want to sleep, I want to go back to the lights and the music.” She smiles, and for a second I see that ‘Camilla timidity’.
“No, you can’t go to the party, I need you to go to your room right now, you need to get some sleep.” I tell her.
She shakes her and frowns, “I’m not a bad girl, I’m a good girl, I eat my vegetables, I do my homework and I stay out of trouble so why should I go?” She stomps her foot crossing her arms on her chest. Tears begin to fall once again, damn it she cries so easily.
“Okay you can stay, but stay where I put you and don’t go grinding on random men okay?”
“Hmm-okay.”
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