All Chapters of Alpha's Hated Mate: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Alphas Hated Mate. Camilla's POV I never knew how much I needed Adrian’s arms around me. He makes me feel protected, more so than I have with my brothers. He keeps my demons at bay and that's more than I've asked out of life. We have had makeover sessions where we've worked on my nerves, we have worked on controlling my stuttering and the results are amazing. I no longer stutter, be it I'm nervous or scared, I don't stutter anymore and it's thanks to him and the effort he has put into us. I want to say him touching me, making me orgasm is what I enjoy most but I'd be lying, I love our conversations the most, both the meaningless and meaningful ones. Tomorrow is Thursday, Racheal, Mirabelle and I are going on our school's annual senior year camping trip at Lake Diabolo. Lake Diabolo is located quite far from here and yes as the name suggests, it's the devil's lake. There's been a myth about spirits pulling you in if they see you as a worthy sacrifice but it's all folktales

Alphas Hated Mate Mirabelle's POV I watch the raindrops rolling down the window, rain is symbolic and it shouldn't be showering mid August particularly since today is a moon night. Mom often reminds us it's bad luck for our pack if it rains on the first quarter moon and best luck for Midnight Saints is when it rains on a full moon. I used to think it's child's play but I witnessed three incidents that have verified the theory of those who came before us right. Apparently witches cursed each zone with bad luck on a rainy particular date on the lunar calendar. Camilla is sitting beside me, Racheal is on the other side of Camilla and both of them are sulking for different reasons and it's irritating. “Belle..” Racheal calls out and I turn to face her, she's playing with Camilla's hair. I nod to her and she sighs, “Don't tell me the rain is bothering you?” I shrug, “First quarter.” Her eyes roll back as she shakes her head at me, “You need to get over that myth, Mom

****** I'm aroused by someone banging on my door, I reach for my phone. 6:24am. Last night the voices outside my room faded when Racheal came to do maintenance outside, she made everyone go away. Life saver that one. I cried my heart out until my throat was raw, even when my cries turned to hoarse whimpers, the tears didn't stop. It was my hearts way of bleeding out the pain, I don't know when I slept or how.A bang and another bang, “Open up,it's Angel.” Really? After what she and Adrian did to me she's at my door at six fucking a.m? I roll out of bed but a bloody pillow catches my attention. I gulp, placing my fingers in my mouth to check damage, there's none. My tongue healed itself quicker than usual. previously, it would take me at least three days for the sting to stop but now it doesn't hurt and it's only been a few hours. I twist the key and open the door, Angel stands on the other end, her "just fucked" hair still unfixed, she's dressed in a skimpy white strapless

I hurry inside, emerging with my keys. I follow the ambulance, I look for Michelle, Lizzy, Jeremiah, Felix and whoever was in that goddamn ambulance with her but I can't seem to find them. The nurses going in and out the ER, none of them providing me the answers I need. Images of how I found her drenched in her own blood make me uneasy, her beautiful hair covered in crimson and those cuts, her cuts looked like she yearned to die, they were desperate and compressed with rage. Camilla is fighting for her life and I can't be with her, they won't let me in or give me anything to comfort the raging beast in me. Mirabelle is wailing in the waiting room, I reach out to solace her but my hand is whacked away almost immediately. She grimaces at me through her tears, “This is your fault, if she dies I will never forgive you Adrian!” “She's not going to die.” “And you know how? She tried to kill herself because you and your whore made her feel like she didn't deserve to live. Like if she li

****** When I get to the pack, Rachael, Mirabelle and Adrian are sitting outside. Adrian is on his laptop and the girls each have a book in their hand. Mirabelle looks miserable today, her hair is in a wild mess like she didn't bother to comb it. Racheal on the other hand looks like Mirabelle does on most days, flawless. She looks happy, truly happy not like she's been falsifying her joy these past few days. Everything that transpired from the mindless boyfriend to Camilla's suicide attempt, it was a little too much for her. Racheal is emotionally weak but she conceals it competently. On the outside, she's this playgirl that doesn't give a shit but the truth is, she allots way too many shits. “Hey kids, daddy Tiago is home.” I say, stretching out my arms as they turn to look at me. None of them speak, they hardly look at me before returning to what they were doing before I arrived. I drop my arms and sigh, I was hoping for a hug but I forgot the girl's have outgrown my hugs. C