Chapter 168: Chapter 168

“Tried?” he laughs, “Camilla, you are the envy of every luna and Alpha in this room.”

I laugh at the sarcasm in his tone, I miss this. I miss my conversations with Santiago, they have something to them that I can't seem to find elsewhere, not even with Tee, Belle nor King.

“You seriously disappeared with Belle and forgot about me?”

“I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that.” I genuinely say.

“You could have taken me with you.” he suggests.

I laugh, he's joking again. “You could never leave your loser friend,” I tell him. “And besides, he needs you you're all he has.” Santiago nods at this, making me smile. “I know we have a lot lot to talk about and we will, I'll make an appointment.We could do lunch, or something, but right now I have to check on some very naughty girls.” I tell him, hoping he doesn't assume I'm trying to get away from this conversation only.

Santiago nods, “Go on.”

I smile, extending one final hug to him before I leave, once again in search of my babies. This time I take the initiative to look through rooms, Clarissa has a huge pack house. Mine is fairly vast but not with rooms that lose people, I've been to six empty rooms already and I'm getting tired of looking. I've tried to ask a kid or two but kid's are running around and away from me, obviously because I'm a horror bedtime story for them. People really need to stop scarring them using my name, it's getting pretty annoying to see kids freeze up if not run away whenever I try to interact with them.

My bladder decides to fill, putting my search for Lauriana and Karla at a halt. I take three minutes if notfine in the bathroom, mostly checking my makeup and retoufhing it to perfection. Stepping out the bathroom, I'm met by the devil, they say I'm the devil. One hand in his pocket, the other against the wall, a custom watch I had designed specifically for him strapped on his wrist. I hate snarl, people call me the devil but he has long earned the title since childhood.

“So, that's my replacement?”

Replacement? I snort, King isn't anyone's replacement

“Alpha Adrian, you're in my way.” I plainly say, ignoring his previous statement.

“Is that so Mia?”

I flinch at the use of my name, I know he doesn't mean it as my name, but as a claim, a claim he lost long ago. The mere thought sparks anger, vivid anger. “Move before I make you,” I snap. Peering up at him because even with my stilettos, that can easily be mistaken for stripper heels, I'm short to him.

In response he smirks, “Don't do that with me, it doesn't work.”

“Do what?” I snarl, playing dumb despite knowing what he means. “I'm not interested in doing anything with you.”

“You know exactly what I'm talking about, I am not scared of you like every other man out there.”

“Perhaps you should be scared of me Alpha Adrian, I am a very dangerous person and I advice you to keep your distance and if you like standing on your feet don't stand in my way cause trust me Alpha Adrian, whatever bones Alpha Ryan didn't break..” I smirk. “I'll break them all, plus the ones he broke. So don't try me.” I tell him, my throat running dry from the lies I'm telling.

Adrian nods, peering down at me with a smile. It's dark, devious, it wipes my own smile. “Is that so my little darling Alpha?” he coos, his hand reaching to touch my face, but I put out, my foot rising to hit him in the crotch, trying to make a getaway.

It's an instinctive reflex, I flinch when he does to, but he doesn't reach to caress the area, his hand reaches for me, hauling me against the wall, both hands above my head. This position makes me feel funeral but I don't exhibit it, instead, I hold my smile to his frantic glare. “I warned you.”

“Careful, you're only tempting me to bend over and fuck you until you realize exactly who you're trying to toy with.”

“Did Ryan hit your head too or perhaps you're truly that dense.”

Adrian smirks, leaning in, “I think you know if I fought back, your brother would be dead right now.” he whispers, his hand tracing the slit of my dress. I flinch, I should stop him, I really can stop him but I remain motionless, eyeing him as he eyes me through his dark gaze, his hand teasing my skin through the fabric. “And we both know this cat and mouse game is only getting my dick hard, and to be honest with you, I haven't sank it anywhere near as warm as you breath in a while.” he murmurs, looking down to where his hand has found the slit opening, sneaking underneath the fabric.

I wiggle in protest but his doesn't budge, if anything, his hand seems to grip my hands tighter, firmly holding them against the wall. I want to knee him in the nuts once again but I'm not taking my chances with his earlier threat. My eyes trail down to his pants, only now registering the huge bulge in them.

“What? Is this activity making you as wet as I am hard?”

Yes.

“Fuck you,” I spit, my gaze veering to his face. “Wanna bet?” he grins, his hand instantly inching higher inside me, finding my panties with too much ease.

When I feel the graze of his fingers on my thighs, they part a little wider, handing him whatever access he needs. I hate this, I hate him, I hate me, and I hate my body for betraying me right now. Perhaps if I had rode King's dick prior to coming here, I wouldn't be this thirsty for his touch, but no, I have a bet to pull through. One that doesn't look like I will from where I stand right now.

“Wet,” he growls, withdrawing his hand. “I could almost lose focus, but no. I want us to talk more than I want to fuck you.”

“There is nothing to talk about,” I hiss.

“But there is, and whether you like it or not, we're going to have a conversation.” he tells me, his hand tracing my closed lips like it didn't just test my panties. “Likd two grown adults, without you acting like an avenging teenager. Is that clear? Alpha Camilla.”

“Yes.” I nod, only for him to up my smile with one of his own, his hold on my wrists revoking it's hold.

“Good,” he praises, and I'm not sure what it is I'm getting praised for doing. “I'll see you tomorrow at ten, my Pack or yours?” he asks, both hands now sinking into his pocket.

“Neither,” I growl, my hands caressing my wrists. “I'm not stepping foot in that dump and I don't want you anywhere near Silverline.”

“Like it or not, you have to talk to me. Or would you rather I just show up and introduce myself to our daughter?”

“Fine,” I rasp, nearly stomping my foot on the ground.

Adrian laughs, “You are so hot when you're mad, I could kiss you.”

I roll my eyes, “Goddamn fucking coward.” I murmur, my feet attempting to carry me away from this mess but my hand is grabbed again, my body crashing into a hard chest.

“Brat,” Adrian growls, his lips crushing onto mine. I try to fight it but my body fails me once again, devouring his mouth like he does mine. I've proved the opposite of what I did at the restaurant, but fuck, if the feel of his lips on mine doesn't send electricity throughout my body. He grins and releases my lips grinning from ear to ear at my desperation. My mouth is desperate on his, his hard cock pressed into my stomach, not only causing me to moan but also the heat between my legs to flare, desperate for soothing.

“Beautiful,” A tiny voice sobs, a loud cry penetrating my desire impenetrable ears.

Even in my long gone horny state, I recognize that cry, Arieya.

I can't seem to push Adrian away fast enough, proving to myself if I truly wanted to earlier, I would have. Arieya stands a few feet away from us, sobbing her poor eyes out. I hastily rush to her, kneeling to comfort her. “My baby,” I whisper, rubbing her back. “What's wrong, did anyone hurt you?”

“Daddy,” she cries out.

Oh, okay. I lift her off the ground, panicking as I look towards Adrian who stands in place, staring at me with a crying Arieya. “Shh, it's okay my love, let's go find Daddy.”

“Is that our daughter?” Adrian rasps, his eyes on Arieya who is also looking at him as she cries for Kingston.

I shake my head, “No, she's my daughter.” I gulp, stepping back when Adrian begins to move. “Don't even think about it or you'll regret it, I'm serious Adrian. If you want any chance of us talking, don't try shit with me right now.”

“Okay, fine.” he raises his hands. “I'll stay right here.”

“Mommy,” Arieya cries.

“Yes, yes.” I breath, “Stop crying, we are going to find Daddy and go home. Where's your sister?” I ask, already running from her father.

Arieya points over my shoulder, and I turn, holding her tightly as I back to Adrian. “Let's get your sister so we can go back home,” I say as I hastily walk past Adrian.

Taking Arieya's word for it, I find Karla, who tells me her aunt left a while ago. When I walk back where I left Adrian, he's gone, some relief settling into me but fear creeping in once again when I see him at the main hall. Karla is the first to spot Kingston and Mirabelle, making it him quicker than I do with a sobbing Arieya. Kingston instantly takes Arieya into his arms where she quiets instantly, resting her head on his chest.

Mirabelle pulls me away while King is distracted with Arieya, “Camilla, whats going on?” she whispers.

“Huh?”

“Why do you look scared, this isn't you, you don't get scared anymore. Remember?”

I don't respond, my eyes are wandering the room in panic. Mirabelle sighs, and I gulp, finally seeing him by the bar, his attention fixed on the man beside him. Her gaze follows mine and she nods, “Oh, him.”

I shake my gaze away from him but he stay imprinted in my brain, Adrian is an intoxicant, one I thought I could water down a few years later but no, looking at him right now, at us, at this, I'm convinced there is no ending for us, should have stayed away from here, from him, from the toxic display of warmth we had earlier.

“He, he..” I trail off, my tongue sliding over my lips. “He saw Arieya.”

“Is that why you're so worked up, he won't take Arieya, he's not that stupid.”

I shake my head, he is possessive, he won't let me keep Arieya, he wants her. I've kept her away from him so he'll do the same. I go back to Kingston and the kids, Arieya is sound asleep on Kingston's chest, with Karla by his side, also clinging to him.

Playfully pinching Karla's cheek, I look back up at Kingston. “I want to go home,” I tell him.

“What's wrong, are you okay? You look flushed.”

“I'm fine,” I let out, reaching my hands out. “Give her to me, I'll take the girls home.”

Without protest he places Arieya in my arms, causing her to stir slightly when I secure her in my arms.

“I'm coming too.” Belle murmurs.

“No, don't worry about it. You stay, enjoy the party. Clarissa put work into this, it won't look good if we all leave without saying goodbye and besides, I need you to tell me which of the brunettes Kingston takes.” I feign a smile, tossing Kingston a wink.

“Goodnight baby,” "King says, leaning down to kiss Karla's cheek. Strengthening back up, he places a kiss on my lips.

“Eww,” Karla protests, disapproving of the tongue kiss King gives me.

“Goodnight Beautiful.” He chuckles.

“Goodnight,” I laugh, peeking at Arieya.“Come on my future Alpha,” I grin at Karla, stretching my hand out to her.

Taking both my daughters, I head out the back, with Mirabelle escorting me out and waiting until the Uber comes. I'm a rattled mess the entire time home, checking for cars of suspicion, cars that seem to be following me. It's all in my head, I still know it even as I'm tucking the girls into bed, I'm a mess but I make the effort to text Kingston and Belle I'm home safe, and the girls are sleeping.

I'm thinking of calling Tee while I'm laying in bed, but it's late, she was with Hades when they dropped me off earlier. They seemed to be arguing, Hades was following Tee at the store and she wouldn't acknowledge his existence. Apparently, Tee didn't want Akira to go to a sleep over, but Hades authorized it regardless of her opinion. I think Hades is still with her, trying to pacify her like he isn't to marry someone else in a few months time.

Calling Tee would only mean disturbing her night and Hades' too, and I hate to think it but it would disturb some "amazing make up sex" in the words of Tee herself and so, I hold myself to sanity.

I cuddle up next to the stuffed animal Arieya constantly leaves in my bed, hugging it for dear life as my mind contemplates all the possibilities of what is running through Adrian's head as well as why I'm so fucking dense around him, thinking with nothing but the heat between my legs.