Adrian's POV
Alpha's Hated Mate.
Adrian's POV.
When I saw Camilla that night, everything in me awakened. She looked beautiful, the dress she wore looked like it was tailored just for her, I noticed another girl wearing the same dress but she didn't look anywhere near as good as Camilla.
The dress looked like she put so much effort into picking it but that's not her, Camilla doesn't spend time selecting her clothes and she effortlessly looks good in everything she wears.
When Santiago told me Camilla was gone, I was losing it but I wouldn't admit it because my ego would have been too bruised.
Angel lasted one day in my bed before I kicked her to the curve, the day Camilla left was the last day I was with her. I left her half near dead from how hard I fucked her. I wanted to run to Camilla but I couldn't, I was fine just seeing her once or twice a week when I took the girl's to school but after their last exam, I found myself losing it even more. I tried to talk to her but she wouldn't pick up, I stalked her without anyone knowing.
Getting a glimpse of her slowly became the highlight of my day, I knew if she ever found out I was lurking anywhere near her, she would never leave the house again and I liked seeing her outside her pack, I liked seeing her smile but above all else, I loved seeing her blossom to her full potential.
Some nights, I went to Dark Moon just to see her, I would hide my scent and go up her bedroom window just to watch her. Some nights she cried, some nights she slept but my favorite nights were the ones she'd touch herself while oblivious to my watching.
The first night I caught her playing with herself, she had her legs spread open, with her finger running up and down her slit. I felt like I was invading her privacy, which I was and I was going to leave but when I saw her prop up on her pillow I could leave.
I hung around, masking my scent as I watched her spread her legs a little wider than before, at this point I was still debating on whether to leave or not. However she put one finger inside her dripping cunt and then another, slowly thrusting her hips to meet her thrusts.
That sealed the deal, there was no way I was leaving her alone, I watched her in the darkest corner of her room as she struggled to pleasure herself. I wanted to eat her pussy until she came on my face then I would eat her once more until she came nothing but I couldn't, she didn't know I was watching her, Camilla thought she was alone and she fucked herself like she was.
No one was meant to see her pleasure herself as she smothered her moans. I couldn't stop myself from watching her. She looked enthralling with her hand between her legs and the other squeezing her nipple as her hips rocked to meet the thrust of her fingers. When she finally came, she let out a soft whimper. I loved that sound.
I had frequently wondered how she looked when she touched herself, I assumed she looked just as good as she did when I pleasured her but I was wrong, she looks so much better at pleasuring herself. It's the most exquisite thing I've ever seen and I knew there and then I had a new kink. I wanted to watch her over and over again as she touched herself for me.
That night,when she came, she fell asleep within minutes. I guess she was tired because she didn't bother to dress up but I was complaining. What she'd done was a work of art, one I would have paid millions to see. The moment was sure she was deep in slumber, I walked over to her and I ran my finger in between her legs to collect droplets of her come.
I felt like a despicable pervert, but I was hers. Not long after that night I found her sleeping, her legs wide open as she moaned in her sleep, I was bummed I missed the show so I created my own.
I was going to leave after tasting her on my fingers but I wanted more. I ate her pussy while she was half asleep, she moaned softly as I feasted on her, enjoying the familiar scent of musk and the addicting taste of cinnamon inked with vanilla.
Camilla thought she imagined me, and I let her think it as I fucked her with my tongue and fingers until she squirted and came with a loud whimper that was sure to have awakened a few people in the house.
I had to leave to visit my nieces and nephews at the same time she accompanied Ryan and his wife outside pack grounds. I had heard her parents were to return from Michelle who didn't want to go and see them for her own reasons.
I planned on going there to formally ask them for their daughter but plans changed when I saw her at Alpha Kennedy's daughter's birthday. I marked her in a rush but I don't regret it, I was going to Mark her either way I just happened to do it briskly than I anticipated.
The drive home was silent that night and the next morning she slept almost throughout the day, Michelle said it was the mark, my mark that was inscribing itself inside her. Two days later she was functioning normally, she had been here for four days and we hadn't spoken beyond her telling me to leave her alone.
That afternoon she and Mirabelle showed up with a suitcase, my heart stopped as I imagined the worst. I thought she was leaving me but she wasn't, she was simply going to visit her parents and stay until they left and Mirabelle was accompanying her.
That was a week ago, I wanted to protest because her parents were sure to stay longer but I was already on her dislike list so I didn't bother with annoying her any further, I hoped she'd be open to talk when she returned.
I called Mirabelle twice the day after they left to ask when they would return but she called me out for being desperate and I am desperate, I'm desperate for Camilla.
I miss the time we spent together, the nights playing with our fingers as we asserted which was better, oranges or tangerines.
Camilla and Mirabelle returned yesterday morning, I figured I would try asking for her forgiveness today but she hasn't been within sight today. I asked Mirabelle to join me in my office a while ago, but she didn't show up so I had to go looking for her. I found her outside with Molly, they were shooting videos for her YouTube channel. Molly has been spending a lot of time here lately, makes me wonder if there's a boy involved in her newly found interest in my house rather than her parents house.
I asked Mirabelle where Camilla was but she wouldn't put it out, I knew she wasn't in her room and the kitchen isn't a place she would be in considering she can't cook anything. I will spend my life cooking for her so there's no need for her to learn if she has no desire for it.
Most men mind a woman that can't cook but I could care less, her worth is beyond her abilities. Mirabelle has been ignoring me while shooting videos of Molina. Tired of not getting the response I want out of Belle I sigh, “If you let me talk to Camilla, I will shoot an interview for your Youtube channel and you,” I say pointing at Mirabelle. “You can have whatever you want out of me, under six grand.”
Mirabelle rolls her eyes, and hands Molly the camera. They both turn to stare at me with blank expressions, I don't think I've ever noticed how much they look alike.
The only resemblance I have ever observed was the color of their eyes, but seeing them now, I discover more. They have similar posture and their hair is the same color. I guess they get that from Dad's side of the family, except Molina's hair is longer than Mirabelle's hair. “Fine, but Rachael gets something in it for her too.”
Reasonable, I nod in agreement.
“For the record, we are not stopping you from talking to you. She is ignoring you, we are just trying to avoid awkwardness.” She shrugs.
Of course I know that but they're not trying to avoid the awkwardness, they're enjoying the drama and helping Camilla punish me. I just need them out of the way and playing on my team for a few minutes, seconds even.
“Well can you help me at least? I need Camilla to forgive me. I can't work like this, I'm losing a lot of focus here.”
Molly giggles, “Listen, you're my favorite cousin. No offence Moon.” She says turning to Belle who rolls her eyes, Molly flickers her gaze back to me with a grin.
“The only thing we could do for you is convince her to talk. The forgiving part, I'm not a magician Adrian.”
I let out a sigh of relief, the least I can do is be grateful for the little they can do for me. I will work on forgiveness by myself but they could have done more. “Okay, get her to talk to me. Where is she?”
“With Rachael, give me thirty minutes and I'll have her meet you in the lounge. Wear something nicer, this green shirt makes you look like a leprechaun.”
Okay that one hurt, I should yell at them but I need this.
So all I say is, “Thank you.” While I walked away.
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