Camilla’s POV:
A small smile stretched across my cheek as I opened my eyes, but it immediately dropped when I realized that I was alone in the room. I sat up, the bedspread around my body pooling on my lap. “Seth?” I called, my eyes on the bathroom door, but there was no response.
I pushed down the wrenched feeling that was beginning to form in my chest. Seth was probably out doing... well, Beta stuff.
I quickly found my clothes, put them on, and made my way down the elevator to the lounging area in the pack house.
I knew that the rest of the Omegas were already out doing their daily activities, so I snuck into the room that most of us shared and dashed for the bathroom. I released a deep sigh as soon as I was finished, and as I opened the door, my breath hitched. Standing outside the bathroom door were my worst nightmares, and they did not look happy.
“Was wondering when you would finally crawl back in, you mutt,” Mia sneered, her cheeks slightly red from where I punched her last night.
Before I could react, Laura and Jane were already reaching for me, dragging me forward and pushing me to my knees. I struggled against them, my breaths coming out in short pants as I knew what was going to happen.
Mia stood in front of me, a wolfish smile on her lips, and she cracked her knuckles. “I am going to enjoy this so much.”
A cry left my mouth as Mia’s fist connected with my stomach, but it was immediately muffled by hands. I thrashed around, trying to free myself from them, but it was of no use. After a few more agonizing punches, Mia suddenly stopped while I was left gasping for air and trying to stop my body from trembling while tears trailed down my cheeks.
I looked up and saw Mia holding a shirt—the black shirt Seth had given me the night before. Mia brought it to her nose, took a deep sniff, and then gasped.
“A killer and now a thief?” Mia said, then bent down to look at my face, which I knew was glaring red from the slaps.
“I am not a thief!” I dared to say, and Mia’s brows shot up.
“Then what is the Beta’s cloth doing with you?”
I gritted my teeth and snapped my head to the ground. Mia’s nails pinched into my chin, and she forcefully jerked my head to look at her face.
“He’s my mate!” I spat, hoping for them to finally back off, but there was silence for a few seconds before they all broke out in laughter.
“W-what?” Jane’s voice rang in between laughter, her grasp on my arm loosening.
“Is this some kind of joke?” Mia said, and I gritted my teeth.
“Once Seth finds out about what you’re doing to me, he will punish you!” I gasped as a hand landed on my cheek, my head jerking to the side from the force.
“Not only are you a snitch and a thief, but you’re also a home-wrecking whore.” I turned my head to look at Mia with a confused frown.
She fake-gasped and placed her slender fingers on her lips. “Oh my… Are you really pretending to not know that our Beta is married?”
“W-what?” I choked, and both Jane and Laura left my arms to stand next to Mia.
“Did you really spread your legs for a mated man, Camilla? Goddess, you’re so disgusting.” Laura made a face after saying those words, and Jane stepped forward.
“Not only is he mated, he has a four-year-old son too!” Jane added, and each word they said hurt more than the blows I just received.
No. They are lying. They are all just trying to mess with my head, I thought, but that didn’t stop me from believing their words.
Mia stepped forward and bent down. “The Beta can’t be your mate, Camilla. No one can, no one will.”
With that, she straightened up and they began to walk towards the door. I was clenching onto the sweater I was wearing, willing my tears not to fall because I knew they spoke lies!
My head snapped to Mia when she stopped at the door, looking at me over her shoulder. “And in case you want to find the Beta in his home with his wife, here is the address. Skaoaka.”
“Soaiaiakan,” I repeated as soon as the door closed. I knew what I was about to do was a bad idea, but I needed to find out the truth.
I have to find out if my mate is truly married.
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Here I was, two hours later, standing outside my mate’s house. I took a shaky breath and pressed the doorbell button. I could hear the sound of footsteps, and I took a step back and held my breath.
The door was pulled open, and it felt like a blow was delivered to my stomach. I could feel bile rising to my throat.
She was beautiful. Her dark eyes looked at me with confusion, and her brown fingers, wrapped around what seemed to be a child’s toy, shone golden where the sun touched.
“Uhm, who are you?” she asked, and I tried to swallow the lump that had formed in my throat. I brought my shaky hands to my side and tried to control my breathing, but it felt like a knife was being twisted in my gut.
Breathe, I thought to myself. Maybe this is the wrong address.
“Baby?”
My whole body stiffened at that voice. I watched as his hand wrapped around the woman’s waist, his lips close to her cheek, and as soon as he saw me, he stiffened.
My eyes were already pooled with tears, and I found it hard to breathe. Before Seth could say a word, I beat him to it. “Sorry, wrong address.” I choked, and with my vision blurred, I turned around and ran.
Camilla’s POVThe day I left the hospital, everything felt different—brighter, sharper, as if the world had come into focus for the first time in weeks. Maybe it was the absence of pain, or maybe it was because I hadn’t been outside in so long. Either way, something had shifted, both inside and out.Seth drove in silence, his fingers drumming on the wheel like they always did when something was on his mind. The space between us was heavy, thick with all the things we hadn’t said. Ever since the fight with Tracey at the cliff where he had revealed what he did, I had been there—we hadn’t spoken about it but it was lurking just beneath the surface. I knew we’d get to it eventually. We always did.When we pulled into the driveway, the house was quiet. Jorge had passed out on the couch, his book still open, while Lucien was curled up in his crib, breathing softly. Seeing them like that, touched by everything we’d been through, made my chest ache. How could they look so peaceful when our wo
Camilla’s POVBeep. Beep. Beep.I wanted to block it out, but the sound grew louder, drilling into my mind.Beep. Beep. Beep.I wished it would stop.Beep. Beep—My eyes fluttered open, and the sudden brightness hit me hard. The light was too harsh, too familiar, pulling me back to memories of the first time. The first time I had met my mate."Camilla?"That voice. I knew that voice. The first time he'd said my name, I’d been here, in a hospital bed, just like now. A hand slipped into mine, warm and steady. Sparks danced up my skin, and I turned my head toward him, blinking to clear the haze. Seth’s face came into focus, his eyes wide, hollow, like he’d seen a ghost. Maybe he had. My brain was sluggish, working overtime to piece together why I was here.“Oh goddess... you’re awake... you’re really awake,” he whispered, his hand squeezing mine before he pulled away. I heard him talking, probably calling the doctors, but I couldn’t focus on his words. I wanted answers.When he came ba
Dear readers, in this chapter, you’ll experience flashbacks moving between the past and present. The point of view will also shift between Seth and Tracey throughout, so keep an eye on who’s narrating as the story unfolds.Seth’s POV- The pastSeven years ago.It was on the night when Zane was going to be appointed the new Alpha of the pack and my father would be handing over his role as Delta to me. That was when I first laid my eyes on her.She was beautiful… breathtaking. I was just twenty three years when I met her and we had ran together… I felt connected to her almost like she was my mate.I couldn’t find her after the run that night and it felt like my heart had been shattered. I didn’t even get her name.“Hey!” A female voice snapped as I bummed into her as I rushed to Alpha Zane’s office to inform him of the visitors we were having.My eyes met with who it was and my breath hitched. It was her… the female that I had ran with. The female I couldn’t stop thinking about.“It’s
Tracey’s POVWe were in the old wrecked cottage where Lucius had once chained Camilla, a place that still reeked of mildew and memories of the past. Dust clung to every surface, and the broken windows let in the cold autumn air, making the walls groan as if they, too, could sense the danger. I stood at the threshold, watching them—my child, Jorge, and that… that filthy woman’s boy. Lucien. I could see the way Jorge had wrapped himself around the brat, shielding him from me as though I was the monster here.As if that little parasite deserved his protection.Jorge’s eyes met mine for a brief moment before he turned his face away, his lips trembling. His hands tightened around Lucien, and the sight only made my blood boil. That was supposed to be us. Jorge, me and Seth, a family. But she had taken everything from me.“What is it, Jorge? Don’t you want to be with me again?” I took a step forward, my voice soft yet dangerous.He shook his head, his brown curls bouncing slightly, and I cou
Seth’s POVMy whole body was humming with anger, anxiety, and fear. Damn it, I had thought she’d come for me, that Tracey’s obsession would be aimed solely at making me pay. But no, she hadn’t gone after me directly—she’d gone after our children. She had taken the boys to lure both Camilla and me into her twisted trap.I kept clenching and unclenching my fists, trying to focus on anything other than the gnawing pit in my stomach. The fear was crawling through me like a sickness. And right now, the worst part was the waiting. We were still stuck here at the hospital, waiting to hear from the doctors about Ava. We couldn’t even leave to start looking for Jorge and Lucien. Every minute felt like a lifetime.Camilla sat next to me, staring at the wall. Her legs bounced on the floor, Ava’s daughter, Fiona sleeping on her lap, her eyes were wide, and they were bloodshot. She hadn’t said a word since we’d arrived at the hospital. Hell, I hadn’t known what to say either. What could I even say
Camilla’s POV“Where’s the piñata?” I yelled over the loud music blasting from the speakers. The air was filled with the scent of sugar and sunscreen, and the laughter of children echoed all around. I had a juice box in one hand and a crying Lucien in the other. My eyes darted around, scanning the crowd for any sign of Seth, who was supposed to bring the piñata about fifteen minutes ago.The juice box slipped from my fingers, splattering onto the ground, and I muttered a curse under my breath. I barely managed to avoid colliding with a guest, offering a hurried apology before continuing my search for Seth. Lucien started to wriggle in my arms, his tiny fists pounding against my chest, clearly wanting to get down. The music, the heat, and the noise were all starting to overwhelm me.“Oh goodness… Ava!” I called out, spotting her across the yard. She was chatting with some of the other moms, her hand resting protectively on her baby bump. Another baby cooking inside of her. She looked