Chapter 93: Chapter 93
Mirabelle's POV
I know I shouldn't get involved in Camilla and Adrian's business anymore but everytime my gaze meets Angel, I consider my day ruined. I saw her this morning, flaunting her baby bump in the kitchen to everyone. Not many were pleased with seeing her pregnant because they automatically knew it's Adrian's baby. I reckon more than three people cursed her out, one of them an older woman who said she would suffer more pain than she's causing Camilla.
I can't agree more with her, I hope one day Angel gets to feel the same pain she has caused Camilla, multiplied by fifty. It's wrong to wish on someone and my mom has always discouraged me against this behaviour but I have never taken to it, I always want vengeance and karma to prevail.
Maybe when Angel has the baby, I'll feel differently about the matter but right now, if she were dying of thirst and I had the last water bottle on earth, I wouldn't so much as piss in her mouth to save her, I would use the water bottle to water a plant on the Sahara. That's just how I feel about her and nothing seems to change it, not even the fact that she will give my brother an heir soon.
Angel disappeared somewhere a few minutes ago, to be precise, we left the kitchen at the same time. I couldn't stand eyeing her anymore nor was I doing a good job at giving her masked dirty stares. It's good she left, now I don't have to worry about giving a pregnant woman dirty looks, especially one that is carrying my nephew. God, I hate to admit that.
I went out for a walk and all of a sudden, Molly and I were having lunch at her favorite restaurant. I don't clearly comprehend the events that led to us meeting up but that lunch was absolutely savory and satisfying. I also ordered a milkshake to go before leaving, I had to leave Molina because I have plans with Cami today.
When I get back to the pack house, I head straight for the kitchen. There's smoke in there but that's not the first thing that catches my eye, it's Adrian. He's smiling at the chaos, my initial reaction is to help but instead, my feet take a turn, going for the fridge in order to secure my milkshake. Once it's placed perfectly where I know no one will touch it, I join Adrian by the kitchen counter, pulling a stool to sit on as I watch Camilla and some girls attempt to chase smoke out of the kitchen. “What's going on?” I ask, ignoring the suspicions in my head on what transpired to birth this much smoke.
Adrian's gaze doesn't leave Camilla who seems to be panicking as he answers me. “My girl was trying to make toast.”
My lips curve into a grin, yep, just as I suspected. Camilla can't cook for shit but I assume she was trying to impress Adrian who is undoubtedly smitten with her even now, with her hair all over her face and her arms flapping a kitchen towel consistently as she coughs. “You know,” I giggle, my gaze still on Camilla too. “You need to get a new toaster, I'm sure it's damaged now. Camilla can give anything life but sure as hell can kill kitchen appliances in the blink of an eye.”
Adrian chuckles, his gaze drifting to me momentarily. “As if you can cook,” he teases.
I frown, I can cook. I know how to cook pretty much anything, I'm the one that makes Camilla and I breakfast most days. “You know I can cook, the one thing I can't seem to do is find my mate.” I counter, my tone hinting at humor. “Hey, your birthday is two days away, I haven't heard or seen plans.” I add, my arms dropping on the kitchen counter.
“Aren't you the CEO of event planning?”
My jaw drops, my head slanting as I have at him. “I thought you'd let your people take care of it after last year when I–”
“It's fine, I've forgotten about that incident and even if you screw up I don't care.” he says, cutting me off mid-sentence.
“I might ruin your birthday party on purpose.” I grin, part of happy I get to plan his birthday, even if it's short notice.
“I already have something that always makes me smile, nothing can ruin that.” he grins. I arch my eyebrows at him and his lips drift into a wider smile as he switches his gaze to Camilla. “Her.” he whispers, a trance unlocked when he looks at her. I follow his gaze, Camilla is learning how to work the toaster from Veronica and Janice. Her focus on their instruction is unmatched, when she finally makes a perfect toast, she jumps with excitement, hugging Veronica before looking at Adrian with a smile and waving when she sees me. I wave back, giving her a thumbs up as I watch the joy dancing in her eyes. “She's too good for you Adrian.” I murmur, my gaze drifting to Adrian.
In response he nods. I let out a sigh, my entire body stirring from the gust of storm I've been sensing for days. The last time I felt this, my father died. “It's nice she forgave you but you know what, if you screw up one more time, you'll lose both of me and Camilla because I can't stay with anyone that hurts her.” I tell him, and it's the honest truth. This isn't the first time I've said it nor the last and I won't stop saying it anytime soon.
“Belle,” he whispers, his gaze switching from me to Camilla, then back to me. “I love Camilla, I will stop at nothing to see her happy, and I promise I won't screw up.”
I want to believe him, I do because I've learned his promises towards her are always fulfilled but his past gets in the way most of the time, exhibit A: Angel.
“I said if Adrian, and I feel a storm coming I just hope it's not from you. Hell, I pray it doesn't come to pass because this time, it's strong. I haven't slept well in a while, except for last night when Camilla was with me.”
His arm comes to my back, brushing my back lightly. “No one is going to die Moon, I promise.” he whispers, in response my gaze shifts to Camilla, she's become one of the people I'm just not ready to lose. When my dreams and shivers are this strong, it's usually someone I care about and I've gone over five years without feeling this way, so why now?
Adrian seems to notice where my thoughts are running because even he stiffens for a moment, following my gaze to a very happy Camilla. She's so happy with the little things in life, I wish I was more like her in that aspect. “No, nothing is going to happen to Camilla. You know why?” he asks, his hand now resting on top of my head and I shake it, frowning at the action. “Because she has the best Zeta in my pack protecting her and me, a first loser at the Alpha of the year award this year.”
I giggle in response, he is right. Nothing is going to happen to her, she has me, Adrian, Santiago and everyone else in this pack protecting her by obligation and soon, by oath.
Camilla runs up to us, six slices of toast on the plate, one more burnt than the other but some look good enough to be edible. My lips curve into a grin, Adrian's too, watching how excited she is proudly like a mother on her child's first big milestone. She slides the plate towards us and frowns, “I was doing fine at first but then it stopped working well.” she says, referring to the toaster as it.
My hand reaches for a slice with avocado spread, it looks the most edible. Taking it into my mouth, my teeth crunch down on it and I nod, chewing. Adrian narrows his eyebrows and I continue nodding as I crunch on the piece in my mouth until it's reduced to nothing. I wish I had a glass of water to wash it down but I don't want to offend Camilla, the toast is too dry for my taste but she did great for her first time that's for sure. “Great job, I like it but you need a little more practice.”
Camilla grimaces, throwing her hands up in defeat before walking round the table to meet Adrian who awaits with open arms. He scoots the chair back to accommodate her, making a screeching sound on the floor when he does. Camilla wraps her arms around him and fabricates sadness. “On second thought, I'll just make enough money to pay a chef.” she mutters, making both my brother and I erupt into laughter.
He kisses the top of her head, “Yea, we can hire a chef baby but I don't mind living off eating you day and night.” he says, winking at me.
Gross.
My tongue hangs out in revulsion, Camilla simply giggles in his embrace, her stomach roaring with what can only be hunger.
“Hmm, why don't you go upstairs and get ready, I'm taking you out to eat.” he says, freeing her from his embrace.
“Okay, but only because I can't cook to save my life.” she teases, inching up on her toes to kiss him. It takes every bit of self-control in me not to interrupt their kiss. I still find it gross but, I've learned to accept the fact that they are in love and obsessed with everything about each other, as weird as that is.
Camilla's love language is touch while Adrian's love language is manslaughter or torment of whoever hurts you, but somehow he understood Camilla's love language. He always makes sure to apply it every time. Adrian and Camilla are what dreams are made of, my mom is going to adore Camilla when she meets her tomorrow, mom has always wished for someone like her for him. She wanted to see him smile and drift away from the hobby of killing and torturing people, which was one of the few things that made him smile but now, he rarely does either of those things. He seems to have taken a break from his old habits, and taken a liking to watching Camilla, nothing else seems to be quite as good as her. On days he has been away from her for over four hours, he comes back distraught and in the worst mood, sort of like the old Adrian and no one wants that ruthless Alpha back. We, as a pack of over two thousand people, all agree Camilla is the best thing to happen to Adrian, despite everyone's different views on her as Luna, we still agree she is good —best for Adrian.
When he finally pulls away from her, she looks at me, crimson burning through her cheeks with a hint of shock on her face. She forgot I was next to them, they both do this sometimes, to them the world disappears when they hold each other. “I'll be back, Belle, can I borrow your shoes? Adrian carried me here so all I have are socks on.” she frowns.
I nod, taking off my Adidas slides which seem to fit her just as good as me when she finally slides them on. Blowing me a kiss as she disappears from the kitchen. Adrian watches her until even her shadow is gone, in the past, he would stare in secret, I wonder where the Secretiveness has gone now.
I'm thinking of how Yaqui, the man that did an amazing job at my birthday, will react to helping me plan Adrian's birthday party together on such short notice when I hear a scream. It's loud, the same pitch as Camilla's scream but not really, Camilla's scream has a dramatic depth to it while this scream has an agonizing profundity to it. My gaze shifts to Adrian, even though he is looking at me. We both heard it, everyone in here heard it judging by the hesitation in activities around us. I open my mouth to say something when two more screams are heard, it sounds like it came from the living room or so. These screams are urgent, both Adrian and I abandon our seats instantly, sprinting towards the living room along with a few others.
The first thing I see is Angel, screaming in agonizing pain on the floor, a small pool of blood beneath her and Liliana and beside her, panicking. It looks like she's in pain, it must be the worst pain because I've never seen her break like this but still, I feel nothing. No remorse, no distress, nothing, I'm simply frozen in my tracks, the sound of my heart beating the loudest sound I can hear. This is why I'm not the best person to have in an emergency and yet, I'm going to med school for two months.
However Adrian, he is good in emergencies, he acts hastily, joining Liliana on the right side of Angel, taking her head in his lap. He says something to her that I can't make out over the sound of Angel screaming and the rumblings around us but I believe it's him asking her who did this to her.
“She did it,” Liliana screams, her gaze darting towards the stairs to where I assume the person that pushed Angel down the stairs is. My gaze follows her's to the wall on the right side of the staircase.
No.
My heart sinks.