Chapter 169: Chapter 169

Alpha’s Hated Mate

Mirabelle's POV

I've put off visiting my mother for so long, seeing her again will give rise to temperamental problems. If it were up to me, I wouldn't set foot in Golden Hunters again, the place depresses me now. It's my childhood, memories I would like to keep, memories of when I didn't resent my brother for creating a devil that created so many agents.

Up until last night, I was sure I could buy myself at least three months before I went to visit her but then, she called to tell me she was feeling under the weather and God forbid she dies and I have to live with the guilt of not seeing her when she requested me to.

I know she's overly dramatic but she sounded ill indeed and I cancelled all my plans to go and see her alas. I made sure my appointments got moved to next week and woke up early, hardly early enough because Karla was already at school when I awakened.

Heading out to my appointment, I make one last stop to Camilla's room. Camilla is laying in bed with Arieya, Arieya is sleeping and Camilla is watching her sleep, a hand gently tapping her on the back. I assume this is when she's fallen asleep or perhaps Camilla is stuck in her head again, looking for answers she won't find by gazing at a sleeping Arieya.

Tapping the door frame I call out to her, instantly earning her attention.“Yes best friend?” she smiles, sitting up on her bed.

“I'm going to Golden Hunters,” I say, watching her unphased reaction. “But first,” I step further inside. “Tell mewhat's wrong with you, you're not working.”

“Nothing is wrong with me, I'm not working because I don't feel like it.” she shrugs.

“Cami, you never not feel like working and you are starring at Arieya to find stability, what's bothering you? I ask, settling down next to her.

“It's nothing.” She murmurs.

“If I could take a guess, I would say I know what's bothering you.”

“I'm not bothered,” she rises, trying to run from the conversation but realises it's her room, she can't live with an excuse.

“You have been off since you saw Adrian at Clarissa's house, what is it do you think he'll take her from you?”

“No,” she snaps. “I can't lose Arieya, she's one of the few good things that have happened in my life and Adrian can't take her, he just can't.”

I nod, sighing as I look at the nervous wreck she has become. “Don't worry, he won't try it. I talked to him the other night, he understands what you're going through and he doesn't necessarily blame you but feels like you were selfish. But still, he isn't trying to take your daughter away from you.”

“I don't– I just don't know what to do Belle.”

“Well, sooner or later you'll have to talk to him you know that? You know she's his child as much as she is yours.”

“I know” she sighs, “Stil, it's so hard for me to talk to him without trying to strangle him.”

I laugh, “I'm not surprised, you meet people and within three seconds of knowing them, you think of fifty seven ways you can kill them.”

Camilla chuckles hastily, “Yea, I have to be mature and well behaved for Arieya, it's not fair to her or him.”

I nod, an agreeing sound escaping my lips.

“I'll talk to Adrian, but he can't meet Arieya away. And, I will have to talk to Kingston too.”

“Logical,” I nod., rising from the bed. “Anyway, you're going to be seeing more of Adrian now and if you need therapy for that, seek it.”

“I wish I could see none of him.” she snorts.

I laugh, nearly choking on my laugh because I know her statement isn't entirely true, the attraction between them is inevitable, I saw it two nights a go at Clarissa's charity.

“ I think it's time we played nice with the hunters,” she sighs.

My head cocks, “You mean?”

“Yes, I'll lift the restraining order against the pack and I'll come with you.” I gasp, but that doesn't stop her, she continues. “If I'm raising Arieya with him, I guess the start should be being civil with our packs. To talk to Adrian about things, pack business first.”

“To Golden Hunters Pack? The pack that Adrian runs?” I ask, trying to clear any miscommunication.

“Yes,” she laughs. “I'm not going to enjoy it but it must be done.”

“Well then, I've gone to change into a fitting attire.” I tell her, walking away but I pause at the threshold. “Are we driving? I was going to drive.”

“No, Arieya would have screamed down this pack by then. We're flying.”

I nod, proceeding to my room to dress more accordingly for the occasion. When Camilla, King and I do meetings outside our pack, I happen to dress more seductively, using the perfume that oozes power from miles away.

However, today is the exception, I might ooze of power and threats, but I'll leave it up to Camilla to dress seductively dangerous like the epitome of death by sugar she is. Even as I choose my own outfit, I'm excited to see Adrian's face when he sees Camilla at his pack, but more so excited to witness his reaction to every man that catches a glimpse of Camilla catch a case of blue balls knowing he could have had her.

“Belle, are you in?” I hear Kingston call out, making me halt my search for an outfit.

“Come in, it's open.” I yell back.

The door opens, Kingston's footsteps echoing in my earshot as I hold yet another dress in front of me as I look in the mirror.

“I needed..” he trails off. “Going out?”

“Yep.” nod, fixing the dress back in my wardrobe and pulling out a suit. “Business meeting with Cami.” I add, holding it the outfit to my body and analyzing it in the mirror.

“I guess it can wait, good luck with your meeting and don't scare let Camilla the Alpha to a trembling point.”

I laugh, “Trust me, this one is by far the least rattled by our Phoenix Alpha, and neither is the Beta.”

******

The flight to Golden Hunter's was short, Camilla seemed to think ahead of me by not only organising a meeting with the hunters but also had a rental car await at the airport, something that completely slipped my mind. Kingston took Arieya so there wasn't need for an emergency babysitter hunt, but as for Karla, Kendall picked her up from school, and drove her to the an airport in Kindred East where we had been waiting for her.

Camilla is calm, collected and serving her resting bitch face as we stand in front of the welcoming committee that was sent by Adrian. The team of Glen, Michelle and Lincoln. The greeting we exchange is short, leaving an awkward silence that Glen breaks, grinning down at Karla. “And who is this beautiful girl?”

“Karla Astra Kingston,” Karla retorts, shyly smiling at her.

Michelle sighs, “This way, Alpha and Beta are expecting you.”

“Well, lead the way.” I nearly snort, following behind her. Everyone is staring and whispering. It's obvious they've seen the Silverclaw trinket dangling from my purse. My plan to be strictly business until the meeting is over is brought crashing down when I hear my mother excitedly call out to me when we make it inside the pack house, not giving me enough time to appreciate the renovations of the house.

“Mom, hey..” I trail off, my gaze dropping to the little boy in her arms. “Aren't you the big boy now,” I smile, reaching to take him but he hides in my mother's chest. Tyrone and Arieya are just a few months apart, but he looks very big.

“So, you don't look sick.” I huff, crossing my arms over my chest, partially hurt my nephew won't let me carry him like I don't get enough rejection from Arieya wanting nobody but Kingston to carry her around.

My mom coughs in response and I sigh, shaking my head. “We will talk later, I'm here on business I have a meeting with Alpha Adrian.”

“I heard about that, where's your friend the Alpha?” she grins, a hint of pride in her smile.

Looking back at where Camilla, Glen and Karla are, I gesture to them. “That's Alpha Camilla, and our future Alpha Karla.”

Camilla waves slightly, offering my mom a smile she isn't content with, judging by the way she hastily moves to meet them.

“Hey, I'm Ximena, pleasure to meet you.” she grins, securing Tyrone on her hip to shake her hand.

“Everyone knows who you are, fire luna, pleasure is all mine.” Camilla grins.

“Please, call me mom, my daughter chose you for a sister.”

“If she calls you mom, does that make you my grandmother too?” Karla asks, gluing at her mothers side.

Mom smiles down at her and nods, “Yes, you're automatically my granddaughter now.”

“Mom, we're late for our meeting.” I tell her, trying to end the conversation.

“Ou, a puppy!” Karla squeaks, unable to control the urge running to pet a dog that stands by the staircase, knocking a flower vessel over in the process.

“Sorry, my daughter is a little too unthinky sometimes.” Camilla instantly apologizes, while I rush to help Karla, bringing her back to where we all stood.

“Your daughter?” I hear my mother gasp.

“Yes,” Camilla smiles, holding her hand out to Karla.

Karla runs to take it, turning to my mom. “I am ma'am, sorry I didn't mean to knock it over.”

“That's okay,” she assures her, extending Tyrone to Michelle. “Here, take Tyrone. Kristina is cooking, watch him till she's done.”

Michelle gasps but takes him. “What am I to do with him, I left my son with a babysitter because I have to be at the meeting and you're handing me another child?”

“Yes, let him play with yours or whatever and as for the meeting, I will represent you.” mom grins, leading the way to Adrian's conference room. We follow silently, but I don't miss the muffled scream from Michelle or her putting Tyrone down and instructing him to go play.

In the conference room I note one thing, it's changed, and so has the board. We find Adrian and Santiago drinking in their seats, along with others, and if I may say they didn't welcome us like guests. But bingo, my guess on Camilla's outfit is setting wonders in the room. All men shifted when we walked in, Adrian let out a stifled growl at the sight of Camilla, and his gaze has darkened on her.

Once we sit, Santiago speaks, “Can we offer you anything?”

I look at Camilla, and she nods, her gaze shifting back to Karla, ensuring she's safe in her seat. I shift to Santiago and smile, “Sure, we will have some of what you're having.” I tell him, sparing the Jack Daniels bottle a glance.

“No the fuck you won't,”

“Adrian.” my mother warns.

“Mm, it seems like this meeting is a failure from the start. We'll get going,” Camilla sighs, rising from her seat. “Karla, let's go baby.”

“No,” Santiago protests. “Please sit down, we'll serve our guests what they ask won't we Adrian?”

“Whatever,” Adrian grumbles, shooting glares at me.

I shrug, Camilla resumes her seat, earning Adrian's gaze again. “And what will you have pretty girl?” Adrian asks, his question directed at Karla but he barely looks at her, his gaze seems to be fixed on her mother.

“A water thanks,” Karla replies.

“That's it? Water, not apple juice or cookies?”