Chapter 119: Chapter 119

Alpha's Hated Mate

Kingston's POV

A month ago, I was miserable, the only element that brought light into my life, I had given her away. I felt Karla, as a girl needed a mother figure in her life so as to raise her in a luminous happy existence but I was wrong, she solely needs love. Brittany and I have never seen eye to eye, not only because of her sister but because of her seeing nothing wrong with her sister's past demeanor. Brittany, despite all her misjudgements loves Karla but, nobody loves my daughter more than I do.

My daughter needs a parent who loves her and is there when she needs one, and I'm that parent for Karla, nothing matters more than she does. I just couldn't see it before, I noticed she felt like an outcast because she didn't have a mother so by giving her to Brittany for a trial, I thought I made the right decision for her.

In a way it was, but Karla wasn't completely happy without me, I wish I had seen it earlier. But thanks to Camilla, I see it now and I'm never going to forfeit my parenting duties to someone else based on impulse hypotheses.

Last week, Camilla's new assistant Kendall, a very delightful young woman, found the top five good schools surrounding us and I enrolled Karla into the one she liked best. I know my daughter is a softie and a tad bit shy so, she's having a hard time making friends because she argues with everyone due to her opinionated nature which she sadly gets from the woman who birthed her. Despite this, she loses the arguments, which mostly results in her crying and she's the same at home too.

I contemplated homeschooling but of course Camilla said I shouldn't show her or let her take the easy way out, because life isn't sunshine and roses. I understand where she's coming from and I share her pain but Karla is too young to learn that, she'll learn in her teen years, not now but still, I haven't taken her out of the school.

I take a glance at my watch, Karla is still in school but I have an errand. Mirabelle asked me to fill in for her at a meeting she couldn't attend because her assistant Carolyn overbooked her.

The meeting is in Kindred East, which is exactly thirty minutes away from Karla's school, which means I can attend the meeting then pick her up on my way back or, pick her on my way there and make her stay in the car.

However, if she starts telling Emily about her day or anyone else, Camilla will hear of it and fight with me for deserting a toddler in the car. Camilla scares me when she's angry but I understand she really cares for Karla.

Despite my daughter being terrified of Camilla, through the conversations they have had, with me as a mediator, you can tell they're already good friends. Karla looks up to Camilla and in return, Camilla cares for her wellbeing, sometimes to the point I feel like I'm not concerned enough about my kid.

Stepping out of my bedroom, my hand pulling the door shut behind me, I encounter my newly compelled but extraordinary Alpha, the sight of her instantly taking my breath away.

She's in one of her professional outfits today, dark jeans hugging her figure, a white top, a pair of black heels strapped to her ankles with a black jacket to complete her outfit, I love it. Her face is full of makeup, but not so much that she looks like a try hard, just enough to highlight how stunning she is. I gulp, holding her furrowed gaze.

There is something about her, something in her eyes that traps me everytime I look into them. It scared me when I first saw her, I felt the need to rescue her but I've always felt that way about the young people Hayden would bring in. However, with Camilla it was different, her gaze held mine hostage the second our eyes met.

Everytime she stares at me, I feel bare, it's as if she's peering right into my soul, a place she shouldn't be seeing. I find it hard to look away but once I do, I wonder what would happen if I held her gaze longer, would she be able to tear down my fences and scrutinize my secrets as they seep through my bleedng flesh? Or, would it be her rather than me?

“Kingston,” I hear Camilla's voice call out in my earshot.

I zoned out, I gave myself a mental slap to bring me back to the present, here, with her standing furiously in front of me, the anger adding more blaze to her entire look.

“My bad,” I grin. “I was simply taking a thorough look at this angel– I mean devil, in front of me.” I say, my gaze roaming on her chest, stuck on the perfect tits she has which currently strain the fabric of her t-shirt.

“My eyes are up here dimwit,” she scolds, sucking her teeth for good measure.

I chuckle, eyeing her where she wants my eyes, on hers, tossing her a wink because I know it annoys her when I do, but it also makes that pretty little smile creep onto her face. It's not that I'm flirting with her, it just comes natural with her. I rarely flirt with women but with her, I don't notice myself doing it and neither does she, when she flirts back.

In all honesty, I am one-hundred percent fascinated by this woman, everything about her is a wonder to me. One that shoots hot blood straight to my cock. She turns me on, from the eye rolling, the baby voice she uses to imitate me, the Alpha voice, and not to forget the way she lectures me, that's what I look forward to most days. I do things to earn myself an earful from her because I like to hear how logical she is. She doesn't know it yet but it's great practice for being the amazing lawyer she intends to be.

“What? Stop that.” she frowns, nearly stomping her foot like an angry child which I wish she would.

I shake my head, “Nothing. You just look oddly gorgeous today.”

“So, what you're trying to say is that I look horrifying on most days?” she asks, crossing her arms over her chest defensively, something that she rarely does in public because body language gives off too many hints.

In response, I roll my eyes, Camilla doesn't know how to take a compliment. It never ends with a simple "thank you," it's always a brewing argument with her smartass, sarcastic comebacks.

“You are horrifying,” I begin. “To the children and their parents, but not to me.” I tease, my finger poking at her arm, the one over the other one. Her gaze drops to my finger, her hands breaking their pose and smacking my still aimed finger.“I don't feel like breaking fingers today Kingston, don't test me.” she says warningly.

“Or else you gonna do what, Sweetie?” I urge, imitating her when she uses the phrase with everyone around her. I've noted it's her favorite way to address everyone.

“Shouldn't you be somewhere else right now, doing something that doesn't involve making me regret offering you to stay?” she asks, an eyebrow arched.

I shrug, trying to remember if Mirabelle mentioned my whereabouts to her, which I think she wouldn't considering Carolyn would be in trouble for not doing her job right when she's compensated more than a decent amount to do it.

“I asked you a Question,” Camilla says, her chest raising and falling eagerly. In response I grin at her, making her glare at him with a dark expression. “Kingston.” she warns softly, her lips stretching into a grin. I know that look, the devil is about to come out and play.

“Right, right.” I nod, “Where should I be?” I ask, pushing her buttons some more because I like the outcome everytime.

“Ugh, what time does Karla get off school?”

“Four pm,” I retort instantly.

Camilla nods, taking a quick glance at her wrist watch before glaring at me with a threatening expression. The very one that has made so many strong men cower but I wave it off, pretending it doesn't affect me because I know she's harmless to me. “So,” She begins. “What is your ass still doing here, why are you leaving her at school longer? By the time you get there it'll be 4:10 or 4:20 to 25 pm.”

“She'll be fine, it's just 10minutes.” I counter.

“Ten minutes, do you know how much can happen in those minutes? Someone once got pushed so hard on the swing because they were three minutes late when picking her up, she fell hard and broke her leg. Stayed off school for a good month, and you're saying nothing much can happen to KK, alright bro that's your daughter and she got a smart ass mouth it's gonna be your loss.” she says, raising her hands in dramatic defeat.

Someone? I chuckle, “Was that someone you Beautiful?”

Her jaw drops, her finger pointing to me warningly. “Shut up,” she demands.

In response, I grab her finger. “Wrong person Alpha, I'm not scared of you.” I whisper, my hand pulling her finger up to my mouth where I lick it.

Camilla instantly pulls it away, jerking it with her entire body. “Ew, motherfucker–what the fuck? What the fuck Beta?!” she screams, still wanking her finger.

“Relax, it's not poison.” I laugh, leaning against the wall behind me as I enjoy her reaction to me licking her finger. I honestly don't reckon why I just did that but I don't regret it either, the reaction I earned out of it is to die for. I'm laughing so hard, the muscles in my stomach are contracting to the point where it's beginning to hurt when I laugh more.

Camilla stops jerking the finger, her furrowed expression shooting daggers at me.“You are lucky I am late for my errand,” she murmurs, walking away from me furiously.

I like to rile her up but getting her mad isn't fun for me either, it's not always cute, like right now. I follow shortly behind her, racing up to her on the staircase.

“If I may ask, where is my favorite Alpha going?”

“Kindred East with her Beta,” Camilla replies softly. All her anger from a minute ago is gone.

Oh, so this is who I'm going with to the meeting, I won't lie, I wasn't aware but I rather do enjoy seeing her in business mode, the way she negotiates is hands down the best I've ever seen. She will undoubtedly make a good lawyer, perhaps better than me, and I'm the best there is.

Jenna, Emily, and Kendall are at the bottom of the staircase, with Mirabelle in front of them. When Mirabelle discerns our presence, probably because of the snort I let out once Camilla said she was going to Kindred East with Mirabelle.

“Oh my God,” she grins. “You guys look nice, are you going on a date?” she asks, slanting her head towards us.

Camilla halts on the last step in the staircase, with me exceeding it, now beside Mirabelle. “No ” She replies sternly, her gaze settling on me.

It takes me a minute to notice all four women are glaring at me, awaiting my answer. “Of course I mean no too,” I tell them, my hand gesturing to Camilla.

“Why is it that I'm getting the feeling you're not going to Kindred East with me?” Camilla asks, an eyebrow raised at Mirabelle who nods.

“Yea,” she hisses. “See, I have a lot of work today so you get to go with Kingston.” she grins, her hands indicating to me as if she just opened a surprise jack in the box, to which I add jazz hands.

Camilla shakes her head, making me grin. Mirabelle nods, “He is free and the best stand-in I could find.”

Camilla rolls her eyes, “Jenna.” she calls out, “Keys to the black jaguar, now.” she tells her, her gaze zeroed in on me.

Jenna is quick to move, Kendall joining her in the search for Camilla's keys.

“What do you need a car for? I'll drive you.” I offer, to which she declines with an inaudible no. “Okay, waste your fuel.” I snort.

“Exactly, my fuel. So don't tell me what to do with it,” she counter, making Mirabelle sigh in response, mumbling her usual "here we go again."

“There is the Alpha we all love, so fucking controlling.” I tell her.

“I am not controlling, I'm a leader, a ruler and not controlling.” she argues.

“Mmm, controlling.” I taunt, leaning into her slightly as I say it.

Jenna emerges with the keys, offering them to Camilla who takes them without glancing at her because she's too busy shooting knives at me with her gaze.

“Jenna, Emily, am I controlling?” she asks, her gaze veering to the girls.Both girls shake their heads.

“No, Alpha, you're not a dictator.” Emily notifies her.

Of course she isn't, I'm just trying to get on her nerves a little bit more in preparation for the meeting and judging by the way she scowls at me, it’s working. “Yes, she is not a tyrant but she is controlling,” I say, my gaze veering to Emily for a second before drifting back to Camilla. “Don't be scared to tell her the truth, she won't kill you without cause, she's a fair Alpha, very controlling still.” I grin.

“Belle?” Camilla rasps, glaring at me with pure annoyance.

“I will not be a part of this shit,” Mirabelle counters instantly, her hand gesturing to us in a circular motion. “And, don't involve the pack memebers in your contentions, it's between the two of you.” she asserts, her gaze shifting to Emily and Jenna. “Come on you two, let's get some work done. Alpha and her Chief Trainer can work out their own skirmishes.”

“Unbelievable!” Camilla says, her arms dropping in defeat as she storms out, stomping her feet, her heels clicking extra loud with the floor.

Mirabelle shakes her head at me and I shrug, she has warned me several times not to piss her best friend off but I just can't seem to stop bothering her, it ignites a fire in her eyes, one I saw when she had Hayden at her mercy, it was incredible, so incredible it burned down Takishini. I love that fire, I'm addicted to that fire, not only is it the only reaction I can get out of her, it's the most vital to my exhilaration. Once she's out of sight, I follow hurriedly behind her, only to find her in her car, checking the mirrors. I too go into mine, waiting for her to gear up her own car so we can race. I don't need to ask her if we can race, it's one of those things that come naturally for us, competition.

We have the urge to compete with each other at every opportunity we get, I mostly do it to piss her off but she does it to prove she can beat me, to prove she can be better than the best if she tries. Most of the time, we end up tired but Camilla knows no loss, even a draw isn't good enough but if I ever let her win, she would know it.

She's an amazing woman, she has me toiling on my toes half of our rivalries but still, I wish she knew she was good enough, more than good enough. I don't know her story but I know the main character in it and honestly, I'm not a fan of him. Whatever he did to Camilla, if she never finds closure or the peace she needs to entirely be happy, I will begin to wonder if there is a God up there.