Chapter 176: Chapter 176

Alpha's Hated Mate

Angel's POV

Karma, it isn't real.

But let me tell you what's actually real, the goddamn fucking bad luck I've had in this life. A few years ago, I made a mistake, I left my family to be free, I didn't know what that was about but I never did feel free, I pretended to. I tried to create the family I broke with Adrian, he was my therapy, the only thing that made me feel good, alive.

I would never in a million years guess that one day, when I called, my mate was involved with a woman I utterly disliked, but it happened, and what's worse? Well, my child calls her mommy. I wasn't in my right mind when I left him, it took me three years to realize I was suffering from PTSD, by then it was too late.

I tried to be involved in the life of my child but my sister would never let me get more than a hello phone call, and her father? He wanted nothing to do with me.

Everything went downhill but I always counted on the phone call when I got to hear my child speak, listen to how she was waiting for me and her brother to come home, her brother that I selfishly took away from her because I was young, stupid, sick and of course, I would promise her that. But a few years ago, I couldn't get a hold of her, my sister told me he took off with some woman and took my little Vee with them and now I know why.

Sometime this year, I got a hold of him, and we started to talk, he wouldn't give me the time of day if not for our son. That has been the most contact I've had with him, I have tried to explain I was diagnosed with a mental condition which I have seeked help for, with Adrian's help and that I regret leaving him, and our daughter but he won't hear it, he won't hear anything I have to say to him.

Tonight he came around, came to pick her up. I hate how they play happy family while my son lays on death's bed. I'm not allowed anywhere near my daughter despite her being here three times a week.

The first time I saw her I was rushing to see her brother at the hospital, and her father had been yelling at me on the phone to get myself out the door fast. I hadn't known it was her until after he walked in, stopping an age old fight between me, and his new conquest.

It's quite funny actually, I loved her mate, now mine loves her, everyone does, and my daughter too. I know she recognises me but she won't come near me, any running she had with me, she takes off the other direction, or threatens to tell on me to her parents.

I got sick of my mate ignoring my calls while he just sat on the chair, with Camilla in his lap like she doesn't fuck Adrian every chance she gets. He knows it but has no problem with it, apparently it's something I will never understand. When truly, I will never understand what's so great about her, that her life is so perfect, she gets everything I yearn for.

When Camilla left to get the kids, I approached him and confronted him about why he wasn't picking my calls. He didn't want to be seen in public with me, so now we're in the guest bathroom upstairs. The entire way up here he nagged me about speaking to him directly, when it doesn't involve our son.

“Fine,” I kick at the door. “I'm sorry about that.” I tell him.

“Stop asking to see me, stop looking at me in public, someone will see us.”

“Someone will see us?” I snort. “So now you're embarrassed people see us together?”

“I'm embarrassed I ever met you, I fucking regret everything about you but my kids.” he tells me.

Ouch, that one is a stab in the heart. I don't regret him, I loved him, I stalked him everyday I was away until I couldn't anymore. I cared about him Adrian might have been my first love, but Devontae was always the one that made my heart race. He showed me what Adrian showed me was trivial.

Leaning back against the door I peer at him. “How long will you hold my past against me? I was young, sick and stupid. I regret it, I shouldn't have done so many things but I'm trying now, I'm trying to be a better person but you..”

“What you did is unforgivable!” he chimes in.

“No, it is forgivable, just not for me right?...” I murmur, both of us were silent after my statement. “If it were Camilla, you'd forgive her.”

“Camilla, who?” he snorts. “The same Camilla that's raising my daughter? The same Camilla that is mothering a child she didn't birth like its hers?” he pauses, licking his lips.

“No, that Camilla would never be in your place, there is a big difference between the two of you.”

“Yes, fine.” I drop my arms. “She's a better person than I am, is that what you want to hear?”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, Satan.” he snorts.

I roll my eyes, offended that he refers to me as satan. Does he say that to our daughter? Is that why she hates me? No, I shake the thought off, shaking my head at him.

“So what now?”

Devontae shrugs, glaring at me with evident fury. I gulp, mastering the courage to speak again. “The doctor said..”

“No,” he instantly argues. “I will not risk my daughter's life for anything.”

“So you're going to let our son die?” I counter.

“God!” his hand runs through his hair. “No, of course not, understand this Angelique. I'm not going to risk one child's life to save the other, Kyrie will live, he won't die.”

I shake my head, he won't listen to me but wants me to listen to him. My son is sick, I've watched him lose the life he was so accustomed to, he doesn't play anymore, he simply lays in bed, going test after test, drinking medication after medication while his father argues with me. I hate this, there is an easier way out for him, a much more painless way but his father won't aid in it.

“Dee, he's in pain, don't you see that? My son is suffering, I don't want to be in and out of hospitals anymore. I can't see him like that anymore, the transplant will fix things.”

“And if it doesn't?” he counters. “Hmm, what then, I lose my son once more and my daughter too? Sacrifice one and both die?”

“Dee, why are you being so difficult about this?”

“Angelique, you raised Kyrie so you are willing to give your life for him, nothing is off the table, not even Karla's life. You're willing to risk it just to heal Kyrie, the doctors don't even know if he'll be fine after the surgery. What if we do it and neither of them make it, or just one makes it, then what? I resent Kyrie for Karla's death, or the other way round?”

“No, it won't happen. You think I don't care about her?” I sob.

“You don't, if you cared about her you wouldn't have run off to be with Adrian or whoever you left for. You would have stayed with her, or taken her with you like you did Kyrie but no, you took him and left her feeling unwanted.”

“I Couldn't, I made that sacrifice for you, you were so excited to have a little girl. I couldn't take her from you, I cried every night for her, I missed her so much.”

“Who cares, but just know that Karla isn't getting surgery done, I won't risk her life, and neither will Camilla.”

Camilla?

That riles me up, “Why does she get to make that decision?”

“Hmm,” Devontae pauses. “I don't know, maybe karma? Or perhaps because she has legal rights or probably because she is her mother.”

“I see it now,” I nod. “You're going in circles, using your love for Vivianna when you just don't want her to find out about you and I.”

“There is no you and I anymore, you decided that when you left me and I'm not doing this to please Camilla. I know what pain my daughter has gone through, and I don't want to lose her.”

“Fine Devontae, suit yourself, keep pleasing her but she will never be yours. Not without a fight Adrian won't let you play happy family with her.”

“Adrian doesn't have to fight me for Camilla, she can be with whoever she desires.”

“Fine, go be with Camilla!” I yell at him.

He doesn't respond, the sound of something falling over. It comes from behind the curtain, which has a hand sticking out of it a second later. I didn't think anyone would be here, when the curtain slid over, it revealed Camilla.

Devontae and I both look at each other, before he looks back at me.

“Beautiful, you're in here.”

“A baby spilt juice on me, so I came to dry myself.” she murmurs, her gaze shifting between me and him. “Can I talk to Angel please?”

“Why?” Devontae snort.

“I heard everything, but don't worry I'll be quick.” Camilla smiles.

Devontae looks at me and I frown, looking anywhere but the door. I don't care what she said, most of it is the truth, and I don't regret saying it about her.

“I will wait,” he tells her.

Camilla rolls her eyes, moving closer to him and guiding him to the door. “Go on and ask Arieya to show you her painting, I'll be down in just five minutes.”

At her request, he leaves, not a single argument. When the door shuts I'm left with Camilla, both of us staring but saying nothing. She's probably on her high horse now, she knows I'm jealous of her and the life she's living now.

“Small world huh,” she grins. “You almost gave my mate a baby, I gave yours one. You fucked my mate now I fuck yours, I honestly would never have thought tha-”

“Look here,” I begin, already pissed with the comparisons. I myself have done a few, and she emerges winner in most of them.

“It is fine, I don't hold any grudge against you.” she smiles.

“We are even,” I spit out, not believing the words myself, because deep down I know she beat me.

“Even?” Camilla laughs, “No, how can we be even? Scarcely because you slept with my mate and I slept yours doesn't make us even. But still, I just want to know one thing, is it worth it?”

“Huh?”

“You leaving your mate, and your daughter for Adrian? Does it ever haunt you that you did so much for a man that never loved you? I know it haunts me.” she grumbles.

Never loved me?

I shake my head, “He loved me. Adrian still loves me, and he loved me more so before you came into the picture.”

“Adrian was infatuated with you Angel, but he didn't love you. If he did, I wouldn't have changed a thing, that's why he still slept with you while I was here.

It was because he was attracted to you, not in love with you, you should have sacrificed your selfish needs for your kids.

For your mate, King isn't hard to love, that man is so loyal and he would have given you the world. You really fucked up”

“Not everything is perfect like you & Belle, my daughter calls you mom Camilla you win.” I finally admit.

Camilla grins widely. “Yes, I did win the greatest prize of all, my daughters. However, it's not about winning, it was never a game and I am not perfect. I made too many mistakes. For example I let my resentment get in the way of Adrian's relationship with his daughter. I decided for him he didn't want to be a part of her life, at least you didn't choose for Kingston. Furthermore, if I was perfect, Adrian wouldn't have looked further, he would have loved me. But just like with you, he was only attracted to me and how I made him feel.”

I gulp, feeling bad for her now. “Camilla, he did love you, I just kept getting in the way because I was obsessed with him, Adrian loves you.”

In response, she shrugs. “Well, whatever happened, I've learned from my mistakes. Plus, the dick wasn't that bad.” she chuckles.

I'm not saying it because I feel bad, but he loved her, he does love her, it's always been her, and there's never going to be another for him, I should know, I tried to be it for him but never could become it, it's always Camilla.

“Can he have another chance?” I murmur, toying with my fingers. “I am not saying this so you break up with Dee, I mean Devontae, he loves you too but I'm saying it because you two deserve to live your love story. Devontae might love you very much, and it's evident but Adrian loves you more, I'm sorry I deflected his vision.”

“Well, first it was you, who is to say it won't happen again this time it'll probably be worse, and trust me you did the impossible. Anyhow, what's wrong with your son?”

“He has trouble breathing sometimes, and at times he complains of stomach problems, body pains, they keep getting worse and Devontae thinks I'm just exaggerating but the doctors said if they can do a bone marrow transplant, one of his problems would be solved and probably all.” I sigh.

“I am sorry about your son's condition but King doesn't want to lose Karla, she was hit by a car not long ago and she couldn't walk. She cried everyday for her legs to work everyday, it broke my heart to see like that but luckily, her prayers were answered. We don't know what went wrong but Karla can't be subjected to any surgery for the next three to five years if she could, I'd convince King.”

“I didn't know that,” I whisper, disheartened at the image of my little girl bedridden.

“If You can give me your doctor's number, I can connect him to trauma specialists. Maybe they can help with the case.” Camilla offers.

“Thanks, you don't have to.” I tell her.

Camilla nods, “But I want to.” she grips the door. “My five minutes is up,” she grins, heading out the door. I too headed out, following behind her quietly.

Camilla follows Kingston who rests at the edge of the staircase, immediately pulling her in for a hug once she's in sight. Camilla giggles, relaxing in his arms.

“So that's why you've been disappearing since we got back, got to say, the moon goddess gave you a live one, pretty too.” she snorts.

“I'm sorry I didn't tell you the truth about Angelique and I because I know that she put you through hell and I didn't want that to affect your relationship with Karla.”

Camilla smacks him on the shoulder. “I love Karla just as I love Areiya, she's my daughter too. I don't care who she came out of, I should actually thank Angel for leaving her because if she never did, I wouldn't have become a mother.”

“I am sorry,” he whispers, his hands wrapping around her waist again.

“I am Karla and Arieya's mother, they are both my babies and nothing will ever change that, not you, not Angel, nobody. And I kinda like her now that I know she gave birth to Karla for me.” Camilla laughs, getting a smile out of Devontae. “Anything else you have to tell me?” she asks.

In response, he smirks. “Yes, I want to tell you you are a good girl and that I want to bend you over my knee because you're breaking a lot these days.”

“Ugh, I blame Adrian.” Camilla sighs, “Ever since I started sleeping with him again, I feel like nothing is right in my life. I'm becoming his doormat once again, and I can't even tell Belle because she sacrificed her relationship with him for me, for my happiness, but look at me, running back into his lap like I don't get spanked enough in yours.”

“He is a little soft on you.” Devontae grunts.

“Really? I thought you remember nothing from our eventful threesome.”

“Beautiful, no one can forget how fucking good you look riding my cock while gagging on his.”

What?

Threesome? She let them both have her, and they agreed?!!

Those two are polar opposites, they clash, they hate each other, but for her, they came together? Literally.

“I think I might need a redo, a bit more sober. Think you can tolerate him for an hour or two?”

“For you Beautiful, all fucking night. But, I'm not crossing swords with Adrian.” he teases, leaning down to kiss her.

That's when I walk away, I don't understand the relationship between them but I understand he'll do anything to see her happy, and she him. It's sweet, it's tender, this is the man I loved, but now, both men I've ever truly loved in my life get to love her, while I watch from the sidelines.