Chapter 131: Chapter 131

Camilla's POV

To say last night was overwhelming for me would be an understatement, it made my head spin. One thing was good though, those ginger biscuits, I've thought about them more so than any event last night.

They're delicious, I loved how they simply melted on my tongue, until today that is, when I emptied them all in the toilet bowl this morning. It wasn't the first time, which is why I assume that my stomach has grown weak from the lack of adequate food it has been getting over the past few weeks.

Lately, it's as if my life changes everyday and I hate it. If one more thing comes up, I'm going to lose my mind. Today, not even my morning run was unsuccessful, too much of the chocolate I consumed last night went out of my body so bad that I puked twice on my run.

However, not even puking my lungs out stopped me, I completed my run, had Kendall, my assistant cancel all my meetings for today and got ready to go to Dark Moon, to face the music, or rather dance to the tune I composed when I didn't run back to Ryan.

I'm dreading that moment but I don't regret it either, Ryan just gave his rival another thing to blame me for, his thrashing.

My hand reaches for the main light switch in Karla's room, turning on the lights as I walk in. Karla is still in bed, lately she has a habit of sleeping in late, all thanks to the lack of bedtime rules and routines by Kingston.

“Karla, wake up Sweetie. Rise and rule,” I tell her, my feet moving towards the curtains, yanking them open.

Karla groans, turning to the other side of the bed, I sigh. My hand resting on my waist, “Come on Karla, I'm tired too but it's a school day, you can't miss school.” I let out, my gaze fixed on her in bed. She turns, stretching herself as she yawns. My lips curve into a grin, my feet moving to the bathroom where I run her a warm enough bath.

My hand is testing how hot the water is when Karla walks in, her little hands rubbing her eyes. “Good morning Alpha mommy,” she greets.

“Good morning baby, how was your night?” I ask, my hand twisting the tap closed.

“Awesome,” Karla yawns, her voice coming from the other side of her bathroom. She's brushing her teeth in the sink, once down, she strips her pyjamas, gets into the bath where I wash her, telling her about a fake dream I had, with fairies and unicorns. Her interest in the story is unmatched, she lives it and I love telling it as much as I loved hearing it from my mom when I was younger.

It takes me a few minutes to get Karla ready, finding her the school branded track suit because she has P.E today but we manage it all, with only her hair being an issue.

“So, what do you want for breakfast?”

“Pizza,” she retorts instantly, her little feet swinging in her chair.

“Umm I don't think that's a healthy breakfast.”

“Oatmeal?” she asks, sounding a tad disappointed.

I nod, my hand getting dragging the hairbrush in her hair. “Awesome choice,” I smile, watching her reflection in the mirror as I continue to style her hair. Singing her favorite rhyme with her when I begin to perfect her pigtails, that's when I notice her dad in the mirror.

“You're both up early,” he clears his throat.

“Yes,” Karla tells him, handing me the second bin to place in her hair. “Alpha Mommy is getting me ready for school.”

“Hmm, I see that.” Kingston says, resting on the door frame, his hands crossed over his chest. “Do you need help with anything?”

“Nope, we're good.” I tell him, my gaze never leaving Karla. “There, now you look so much prettier with your hair done.” I tell her, placing a kiss on her cheek, a giggle escaping her.

“I see I'm not needed, so I'll get the car ready..”

I turn, narrowing my gaze on him. Ignoring the way his t-shirt hides nothing. “Don't worry, I'll drop her off on my way out, but you have to pick her up and don't be late King.” I sternly warn, earning myself an eye roll from him. “I'm serious, get my baby back home on time, if you can't ask someone else to do it but I would rather you do it.”

Kingston nods, raising his hands in defeat, “I promise I'll be on time, Alpha mommy.” he teases, backing away before I get the chance to answer him.

I shake my head, my attention drifting back to Karla, she's a sweet kid almost like how I envisioned my future kids. I would have loved to have one or two near as good as Karla but that ship has long sailed but the moon goddess didn't completely forsake me, she gave me Karla. Karla needs a mother and I get the chance to be one, it's fate.

“Okay,” I sigh. “Now, I need you to go downstairs and ask someone to make you breakfast, I'll be down in a minute.” I tell her, in response she nods, jumping off her dresser chair, it's a little big for her but she'll grow into it by the end of the year.

“Good job not stumbling, high five.” I praise, earning a giggle and a high five from her.

She giggles all the way to the hallway, until I can no longer hear her little voice and the warm giggles it releases. I'm sure to pack her school bag before going back to mine to collect my phone. I've learned to carry it with me wherever I go these days.

Before heading downstairs to meet Karla, I make one last stop, Mirabelle's room. Her bedroom door is partially open when I arrive and so, my feet grace the inside, with my hand tapping the door to alert her.

“Good morning, my love.” I greet, noticing her on her bed, struggling to get into her sneakers with her evident fresh set of nails.

“Good morning,” she peers up, her hands discarding the limited edition sneakers King gifted her. “Is it cold?”

“Yes?” I scowl, “Don't tell me you don't feel it because I literally just dressed Karla in a tracksuit and long sleeved t-shirt.”

Mirabelle laughs, “All first time moms are probably doing so today but it's just breezy not cold.”

“I see,” I tell her, walking to her dresser to check myself out in the mirror, my skin is glowing. My skin has always been clear but damn, this soft and smooth effect is just different.

“Anyhow, I'm going to drop off Karla at school and go to Ryan's to explain why I was a bitch yesterday and why I didn't run to my brother like the little freaking princess I apparently am. And yes, we'll talk about my new side of the family later but I just wanted to let you know that I'll be out till this evening, can you take care of things ?”

“No worries,” she nods instantly.

“Alright but I have to remind you, if it's orders, they won't listen to you until you command.” I assert, knowing full well my advice is going in one ear and out the other.

“I got this, just bring back Arielle's baking.” she pouts, batting her eyelashes at me.

I shrug, not knowing if I can bring Arielle's famous cookies or cake because she's mad at me at the moment, she defended me against Ryan's nagging but that doesn't mean she's not upset with me. “We'll see baby, see you later and please keep an eye on Kingston, he shouldn't leave late when picking Karla from school.”

Mirabelle nods, rising from the bed with the help of her hands and walks to her shoe closet, choosing a safe pair, one that won't make her work for it in her new set of extra long nails.

“Bye,” I call out, walking past her in a hurried motion. I head straight to the kitchen, where I assume Karla is, and truly, there she is, her zip up hoodie tied around her waist while she claps and twirls for Jenna.

“Ready to go baby?” I ask, noticing her backpack on the kitchen counter.

“Yep, all done.”

I nod, my hand grabbing the bag as I veer to Jenna, “My Lamborghini keys please.” I tell her, watching her scramble out of the kitchen in search of them. “And you sweetie, is your lunch packed?

Karla shakes her head and I frown, making her giggle. “Sports day is half day Alpha,” she tells me.

Ah yes, how could I forget.

Jenna is quick to bring my keys, handing them to me instantly. I thanked her, taking Karla with me to the car. I never was keen on driving, my brothers tried so hard to teach me but I hated being behind the wheel, I always got intrusive thoughts whenever I gripped the steering wheel. But today, thanks to Kingston, I'm an amazing driver. I got my licence three weeks ago and I've been driving myself since.

Karla settles into her seat, wearing her seatbelt without being asked to, she loves this car. I wasn't going to purchase the car but I was offered it at a giveaway price, with a week before they grace the market. The car dealerships pulled strings because they wanted me to partner with them, which I did say I would think about and the owner basically said, "here's a Lamborghini to think in, while you drive across town." It was a deal I could refuse but didn't, the car is an exquisite machine.

As I pull out the driveway, I connect my playlist to the car, blasting music through the speakers at a moderate volume. Karla requests to hear Lewis Calpadi's 'someone you loved' and I play it for her, with her singing it word for word because Kingston plays it all the time in his car. The next song I play is 'wrong direction,' by Hailey Steinfeld.

Karla is quick to grip the lyrics by time I drop her off, she knows it word for word, tune for tune, as well as three other songs she has me play her on repeat.

The rest of my ride to Dark Moon is silent, silent despite the music. Mirabelle calls me once to get my opinion on something and we end up staying on call longer than intended, chatting up a storm until Kingston interferes, starting an argument with me about distracting people when they're working. This time he has a point but I don't let him live it down.

I submit my strongest contention and cut the call, feeling satisfied with myself at the long list of missed calls and voicemails he leaves me, attempting to pick up a win in the argument. Nonetheless, he doesn't know he won, I don't text him back for four hours, only replying to him when I'm getting my tank filled.

Driving here was a bad choice, I should have taken a plane here, but the Pack is yet to purchase one. Even with all the short routes to here that I took, all thanks to google maps, I still couldn't get here earlier than six hours later.

I'm already dreading the ride back as I enter Ryan's packhouse, causing alarm with the mere glance at my car plate number. It wasn't my idea to stamp a Silverline's unique seal on it, which now that I'm thinking of it, I assume Sheryl had something to do with the logo change.

Stepping out of my car, after parking it next to my dad's range rover, I walk in line with the pack house entrance. My eyes meet a familiar face, Raquel. I'm guessing Mikel finally brought her here to stay, she's looking a tad bit more annoyed. Her gaze roams over me, all color draining from her face. “You're alive?” she rasps.

“I know, it's disappointing.” I snort, letting out a dramatic sigh. “Anyhow, is Ryan Around?”

“I don't know, how am I supposed to know?” she counters, irritation instantly filling me.

I take a quick glance at my watch, taking a whiff of fresh air but it comes off with a hint of her scent. “1:54pm, too early.” I tsk,

“Way too early to get my hand's bloody. However, I will suggest you shut the fuck up if you're not going to give helpful or sensible answers, if not, I will be tempted to get my hand's dirty with your blood.” I pout, “And these are a new set.” my face furrows, my hand displaying my nails, I like this set, the artist was precise and clean with it.

I've promised myself I'm not killing or torturing anyone while I wait this new set of nails out, it's too good to ruin easy but that doesn't mean I won't be tempted too. And Raquel, she's been asking for it since the day we met, I wasn't giving in to them but I just might give it now.

Raquel stares at me with her slanted head as I walk away, my first end being the Tv room, where I find Arielle, Ashanti, Vanessa, and Tamina. The tv is off, with them discussing something but instantly going mute the second they discern my presence. “Hello,” I greet. My hand flickering in a wave motion at everyone, no one reacts to me, they simply stare at me blankly.

They're giving me the silent treatment, or they aim to give me the silent treatment.

“Damn, so this is how it is now? Am I allowed to say damn?” I ask, my gaze swirling around the room.

“I can't believe you Milla,” Ashanti murmurs, shaking her head.

In response, everyone grunts, throwing pillows at her. “Ashanti,” they moan in unison.

Ashanti throws her hands up, “Gee, sorry I don't know how to stay quiet.”

I snorted out a laugh, they didn't really try to give Ashanti a silent treatment. Like she said, she can't keep anything bothering her to herself, she will speak her mind until everything is off her chest.

Besides Ashanti, no one else speaks, they all go back to ignoring me, like I am not in the room. I did this to myself, I take responsibility for it but right now, I need to see Dad and Ryan, and also Michael before he's overly mad at me.

“I know you're all upset with me, but is Ryan here? I'd like to see him, and I promise I'll come talk with you right after.” I petition, anticipating the reaction I get.

Alas, Arielle speaks. “In his office,” she rolls her eyes, her hands pointing behind her to the exit and fastest way to Ryan's office, through the elevator.

“Thank you,” I let out, walking out to total silence, I hate it. These women never keep quiet, they are like children at a tea party when they link up but right now, they're acting frigid with me, it hurts but it won't surface, I shove that sharp pain of disappointment down under, where it can't haunt me.

Ryan is at his desk when I enter, not knocking because he hates it when I knock. The multitude of paperwork on her desk makes me remember my desk back to Silverline, I never knew how hard it is to get through them until I was in his exact shoes.

“Hey,” I greet.

Ryan looks up from the file in his hand, his gaze doing a quick scan of injuries on me like he does everytime I see him, it makes me smile. “First thing in the morning, huh?” he asks, fading my smile to nothing.

“I shockingly have a lot of work to catch up on because I neglected it to look for my missing sister who you won't believe this,” he pauses. A laugh escaping him, “Was not missing to begin with,” he says, his hands making a brain explosion gesture before turning his gaze back to his file. “Now, please don't disturb me.”

“Ryan please,” I let out, my tone pathetic with the attempt to sound more sorry than I am about the entire situation. “I'm sorry I didn't mean to be late, I simply dropped Karla off at school and came straight here, it's a longer drive than I anticipated, next time I'll just fly here.”

Ryan rises from his desk, walking around the table to the sofa chairs where he sits down slowly. “Fine, take a seat.” he says, his hand motioning to the sofa opposite him.