Adrain’s POV
Alpha's Hated Mate
Adrian's POV
I spent my entire day thinking about Camilla, I wanted to know how she was doing with her first hangover but knowing she was with Mirabelle was enough to assure me she'd be alright.
Mirabelle has taken a liking to Camilla more so than everyone else to the point where I found myself questioning her sexuality. I don't know what to do with Camilla, all I know is I am not the mate type nor am I the mate she deserves.
She has such an innocence about life and a darkness within me is drawn to her glistening light. I can't seem to find out why that is. But I do know one thing, I shouldn't have kissed her, but I did and now I regret it, because I can't stop thinking about the taste of her lips, I now crave the feel of them more than I did previously.
I would observe her from the shadows as she slept at night, peaceful which is something she can't be when I'm around her. I craved her so bad the day she was discussing with herself excusing what she saw when I killed Xander it was almost as if she understood that sometimes we have to let darkness befall us so we can keep the little light we have in our lives, to let it shine in the midst of our darkness.
I shouldn't have been in her room watching her debate with herself in nothing but a bra and booty shorts but I was there and I saw her, since then I've fucked every blonde woman on my booty call list imagining it was her whimpering underneath me. After last night I admit that they didn't smell as good as she does but I tried my bed to envision them as her.
I knew since the day I met her I required some variety of self restraint when it came to her and I did, hardly but I had it. Regardless of my efforts, last night I threw it all away when her captivating eyes searched mine blankly. Again, when I saw her dancing with just any man she could find.
Something snapped and it wasn't just the fingers of every man that laid a hand on her last night, it was something inside me. I hated that she would not let my shadow befall her but she wanted other men. It peeved me knowing Camilla can't hold my stare but had plenty of stamina to eye other men.
Every time I look at her, she looks away. Camilla looks so uneasy when I'm around her yet she seemed awfully relaxed with other men, it called upon my demons and I nearly hurt her like I've always anticipated.
Similarly, I know she's too fragile and pure to be placed in my dirty sinful hands, but now that these hands have touched her, felt her tenderness of her skin and not to mention how good she felt in them, they want her, to hold her like they did last night until the early hours of today when she fell asleep. Without her in them, they feel empty and I suppose it means that I should hold her but I can't, I shouldn't.
Santiago and I spent our day at the vineyard we plan on purchasing, it's fairly priced for a vineyard that's going downhill every passing second.
Despite Midnight Saints owning one of three of the largest vineyards in the country, having one for ourselves wouldn't hurt. However, considering the money we earn from various businesses goes to paying employees that work for the pack, to protect the pack and its people. Like Michelle for example, she is an on-call doctor for the pack and has to be paid with money we earn with our business ventures even though she has a job at a renowned hospital.
My mother always advises us to make investments and our own riches aside from what the pack has to offer for the sake of our children.
Children, aside from my nieces and nephews who I hardly tolerate half the time, I have not thought about them much less having any, I'm not sure what father I would make but my children would have everything they need and I would always protect them, just like our father did, till his last breath.
My brother Martin would undoubtedly make an amazing father, he has a trust fund with millions for his future children. Santiago and I poke fun at him for doing so but he insists he is working smart.
Money I inherited from my father and my late sisters has all gone to charity and a foundation "Save a child" where the motto is "Protect and put a smile on our children" it helps to pay for school fees of children whose parents can't afford to as well as give basic needs supplies as well as occasionally give them gifts and other things.
Pulling into the pack grounds, I text Mirabelle to get her and Camilla ready. Racheal didn't want to come to the cinema with us, she prefers to watch a documentary about true crime videos. Her hobbies should worry me but I entice them, she's an amazing girl and as long as she's at home and not out with some boy, I don't care what it is she indulges in.
I bring my phone out of my pocket and text her once more.
Alpha A: I'm starting to rethink this movie thing.
*arched eyebrow emoji*
Once I see the message has been delivered, I lock it, a second later it vibrates with a text from her.
Moon: No! Be right out.
I relax in my seat, closing my eyes. “Oh, reliving last night again are we?” Santiago teases.
I ignore his attempt to make me feel embarrassed. The doors of my car close and I know they're in, I peek into the backseat just to be sure. “Hey.” I softly say, my greeting extended to Camilla more than to my sister.
“Hey.” Mirabelle retorts, Camilla doesn't answer, instead she reaches for her seat belt. When her hypnotising eyes avoid contact with mine as I take her in and she looks away, focusing on the seat belt which doesn't seem to be cooperating with her. I take a quick but meticulous look at her.
She looks good, hair in two poorly done braids, blue ripped jeans paired with a plain grey T-shirt and a pair of Adidas on her feet. Looking at her now, I find it arduous to believe this is the woman I spent all night and early hours of today apologising to, she looks so naive as if she didn't make me labor for each kiss we shared.
Literally, she had me do mini tasks for her to be reimbursed in kisses and I obliged not only because I wanted her to tire her out but because I loved how she tasted in my mouth, I can still taste her kisses on my tongue. Before she sees me staring at her, I hastily shift my gaze to Mirabelle, who seems to be wearing the same outfit except her hair is neatly done.
Santiago starts the car and I shift my gaze back to the road where it's safer to look. Camilla and Mirabelle are having a conversation in which it's merely my sister going on and on about something I deem insignificant because I don't get to hear the serenade that is Camilla's voice.
Finally, the closest cinema to Midnight Saints and probably the most expensive, not that I have a problem with spending on my sister and her friend. Yes safe to call her my sister's best friend rather than to call her my mate.
The one good thing about this cinema is that it's never crowded, unless there's a celebrity here, I might be popular around here but considering myself a celebrity simply because I've been in a few magazines and ads on TV would be forcing matters.
Stepping out the car, I find myself staring at Camilla, whatever is going on with me, I need to fix it. She could be my type but we are mistake mates, the gods and goddesses made some mistake with us.
“Can we watch that new horror movie? ” Mirabelle smiles, shifting her gaze between Santiago and I.
A horror movie? With Camilla? The girl gets stunned by her own shadow and Mirabelle wants to impose a horror movie on her?
I snort, looking over Santiago's shoulder to the ice cream machine, to be honest my eyes are on the cute ice cream girl... Or whatever it is a female ice cream seller is dubbed.
“That wouldn't be in Camilla's best intrest and since you both wanted to come here, how about you pick something both of you will enjoy.” Santiago tells her.
The ice cream girl catches me eyeing her and she panics, dropping the cone she was preparing for a little boy. Picking up another cone, her gaze meets mine and I wink at her.
The smile that spreads across her lips tells me I'm certainly tapping that ass, no additional flirting is in order, all it took was a wink and a smile to make her panties wet.
Should I be concerned that she's easy? I like my women a little bit strong headed, the chase makes it more intriguing but I'm used to women being "easy" when it comes to me.
Santiago nudges me and I discover I tuned them out, when I was peeking at the ice cream girl and thinking of what position I'd fuck her best in. “The girls are talking.”
I turn my attention to them and slightly shake my head.“Oh, what?”
“Camilla and I are going to get snacks, you get us the tickets, next showing is in thirty minutes. We'll meet you back here in twenty-five.”
“What will you be doing in twenty-five minute's?” Santiago asks. I know who I will be doing for the next twenty minutes.
“Standing in line for the most delicious smoothie ever. Hmm, Ouu can we please get a cotton candy flavored lollipop?” She jumps hanging on to Camilla's arm.
Camilla laughs and it’s special, making my Cock source to life. “No. You have a problem with sugar, but we can get something moderately sweet.” She grimaces. Mirabelle shrugs, pulling Camilla with her. I watch as they walk away, Camilla's ass bouncing freely as they disappear into the crowd. I let out a growl of frustration when I feel my cock pushing against the zipper of my pants.
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