Camilla's POV
Alphas Hated Mate
Camilla's POV
I'm dizzy, my vision has blurred a few times when I tried to stand up from my seat tonight but that's not all, I'm experiencing all sorts of emotions. Jealousy included, in fact, jealousy is top on that list. Adrian has been trying to make me jealous with anything that has a vagina because I swore I would never go to bed with him again.
I was enraged when I said this, I didn’t mean anything I said to him.
Particularly not when I told him to go fuck his whores but the nincompoop seems to have taken that seriously.
I'm no longer downing shots, I'm drinking wine and honestly, a part of me is delighted Adrian hasn't breathed in Angel's direction in his attempt to make me jealous because if he did there is a slight chance I might snap and nobody wants to see that.
“Camilla, aren't you mindful about your boyfriend?”
I look up from my wine glass, I was trying to compare its color with roses or something more familiar even in my drunken state but Raquel seems to have a problem with me minding my business, I won't know why she is sitting on the stool next to me but she's getting on my nerves.
I have tried to ignore her three times already, this is her fourth strike and I'm wishing Tee was here to handle her ass.
“So you can't...”
“Raquel.” I snap, cutting her off mid-sentence. “Leave my man to me, why don't you focus on Mikel and leave Adrian to me.”
“Camilla.” Someone call's out, tapping my shoulder urgently. When I look over my shoulder I'm met by Mirabelle, she looks tense and this is the last thing I need right now.
“Yea?”
“Umm, I just..you know, I-”
She's beating around the bush and my drunk brain can't connect dots if she keeps up with this. “Belle, speak up please.” I urge.
Mirabelle nods, quickly glancing over to Raquel who still hasn't buzzed off to somewhere. Looking back at me she gulps, “Umm, it's Adrian.”
“What about him?” I ask, realisation sinking in that I haven't seen him for almost thirty minutes and I'm too drunk to keep time right now so it could be five minutes or seventy minutes since I saw him last.
“He is fine, I was taking Molly to bed and I sort of..no I did see him with some girls.”
I nod, but say nothing. She doesn't appear to be done with her statement. “He was going upstairs with them.” She adds, eyeing me in search of a reaction.
My eyes widen but I fix that easily, nodding my head as I rise. “Okay, excuse me.”
Adrian is fucking with my head and not like I enjoy when he does, this isn't a game anymore it's my feelings and they're getting hurt every time every night he begs me to sleep with him but last night he didn't ask me to and in the morning he wasn't acting like himself.
He left immediately after Belle's last Zeta ceremony which I am so proud of because she did more than her best. Every limit there was, was pushed today. The way she handled her horse and sword was pristine in every sense of the word but I couldn't enjoy it much because my mind was unduly preoccupied with thoughts of Adrian.
I push through the main door of the pack house, ignoring Michelle and her husband kissing on the sofa while she rocks their son in his arms. It's a good thing the party hall is soundproof so no kids are disturbed when it's time to go to bed, if not, most parents would have one hell of a time with bedtime.
Even in my drunken state, I can smell Adrian as I walk up the stairs. Does he enjoy messing with me, is this fun for him? Because, it sure as hell isn't keeping me sane. I was starting to feel a little secure with where I stand with him when it comes to attraction but now, I'm getting second and third thoughts about the amount of sex appeal I possess.
His fragrance leads me to his bedroom, the very one I don't like to sleep in because he's had so many whores in it.
The door isn't locked, it's simply closed without the aid of a key. Was he hoping I'd come up here? Well, whether or not he foresaw me coming, I'm here now. Yet, I don't think I'm breathing when I begin to open the door, I don't want to see him with another woman primarily because of what happened last time.
Tired of procrastinating, I push the door to make it open wider. My eyes instantly fall on the bed, my head unable to comprehend what kind of lusus naturae parade I'm witnessing. When I came up here, I expected to see him with one woman or maybe two but not three. Am I seeing double?
I shake my head and blink abruptly, trying to discern the situation. No, I'm not seeing double at all. There are three girls in here, two are twins and the other doesn't resemble them one bit, except for the color of her hair maybe.
One of the twins is tied to the bed with a necktie, the non-twin is also bound to the bed by her ankles with the support of handcuffs while she services the twin next to her with her hands, working her pussy intensely, through her skirt. The other twin is sticking her hand into his pants. My eyes linger there for a moment, I want to tear this pretty girl's hand off her body for touching him and I want to rip Adrian's head off his body because he's letting this happen.
Drawing my eyes away from his pants, I eye the twin's, she's not from around here that's for sure. Adrian is holding her by the throat with his hand, the grip is firm, firmer than it is when utilized on me. Not even my presence has halted the non-twin fingering the twin next to her.
I lick my lips, my gaze meeting Adrian's for the first time since I walked in and I can easily tell Hunter isn't within reach. His Wolf wouldn't surface when he is with a woman that isn't me, the thought almost makes me grin but I don't. Instead, I cross my arms over my chest, my eyes still on Adrian. “What in the name of the royals is this? Three? Really, you need three women to forget I'm not in your bed tonight? And they're all pretty, you know what-” I pause, looking for the right words to say so I don't sound like a jealous girlfriend because that would mean he wins, which is fine. But, I am in a relatively competitive mood tonight.
Adrian stares at me while the girl who has her hand in his pants watches him. I stride to the bed, untying the one whose hands are tied with the necktie. Twin A is what I'll call her despite not knowing how to differentiate her from twin B, due to their identical nature. The non-twin still hasn't stopped fingering her friend, has Adrian ordered her not to stop?
I walk over to her side of the bed, not saying a word as I yank the cuffs off the headboard. Thankfully, they break but the bed has no harm done to it. I raise my finger and point at each one of them with an abyss of emotion. “Get out.”
None of them move an inch, the two fingering were still busy doing it. They all turn to Adrian, waiting for him to say a word but he doesn't, he simply stares at me in awe.
“Everyone. Get. The. Fuck. Out!” I repeat, this time my tone sounds a tad bit husky from all the alcohol I've downed tonight.
Only then do they move, leaping off the bed like frog jumping medalists. Adrian too tries to run with them but I catch him just in time. “Not you Alpha.” I whisper, loud enough for him to hear and I'm assuming he does because he halts. Adrian was quicker to move compared to the girls, but he won't get out of this so easily.
“Where do you think you're going?” I ask softly, but he doesn't respond. I nod scanning the room as I await his excuse but nothing comes, but at least something shimmering in his left-hand catches my attention. Handcuffs, he has another pair in his hand and of course, he planned to use them. I look at the bed with revulsion, or maybe that's how much I've had to drink tonight but nonetheless, I don’t let it illustrate.
Why does he do this to me? This is the third or perhaps the hundredth time he has cheated on me but after the declaration of love he made in front of what I can only describe as the whole world, I assumed he wouldn't go doing shit like this. Even if it's to prove he can make me feel jealous, I hate it.
“Why?” I ask him, feigning major anguish as I stare at him.
It doesn't take more than a second for him to come to me, instantly apologising for his mistake. I turn away but he corners me, placing himself at the rim of the bed. Exactly where I want him, I push him onto the bed with ease because he didn't see it coming.
He stares at me with wide eyes and I smirk, leaning over him. “Fine, you want to play? Let's play Alpha Adrian. However, you're on my court so best behave your cheating self.” I warn.
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