I flinch at his words, taking them off when I reach him. He yanks me down, bending me over his knees and I gasp. I feel my dress ride up above my ass when he does. “This, flashing your panties when you lean over?” He hisses. “No.” I whimper, my tears dropping onto his bedding. A hot slap lands on my right cheek, making me whimper loudly. “I don't want to hear you crying, the more you cry the harder and more spanks you receive. You hear me?” “Yes.” I sniff. “Good girl.” He murmurs in approval. He tugs on the waistband of my panties and yanks them off. He takes a deep breath and squeezes my left cheek, trailing his fingers to my pussy, which is now on full display. “Who is it that you're wet for, me or him?” “You.” I breathe. “You're lying.” I suck in a breath when another slap is felt across my ass, sending a burning sensation through me which is accompanied by a tingling sensation a second later. The second one stings and I scream, he follows up on his promise and sp
Alpha's Hated Mate Mirabelle's POV As I watch Camilla and Adrian from across the room, it's evident that's love but my brother is too dumb to realize it. A few days ago, Elliott, the cute guy that took Camilla out was here, he wanted to hang out with her tonight again but she turned him down. When I asked her why she looked over her shoulder to Adrian and that was enough of an answer. I've watched them grow closer every day but they're not together, they're just going with the 'vibe' as they call it. This closeness between them has taken me by surprise and by now everyone in the pack has seen it too. It's hard not to recognize it one would be a fool not to see something is going on between them, at first it was just unity but now there is so much sexual tension. Staring at Camilla and Adrian with me is Kristina, Martin's sweetheart. We were watching a movie together but the one across the room appears more interesting. Camilla is relaxing in the rocking chair with Adr
Alphas Hated Mate. Angel's POV My mother would tell me there's love and then there's LOVE, the first one is smitten, cute roses and sunshine. It gives you butterflies and kisses the pain away while the second on is skin deep, it is intense, it exists in the innermost part of your bones. It's dark and malicious, it doesn't give you butterflies, it cuts out your oxygen supply. What Adrian and I have is the second one. I don't know how it happened but I fell in love with every bit of him and no one will ever understand how deeply we love each other, especially not his sister. Mirabelle is a brat, an entitled spoiled rotten to the core type of brat. She's used to getting her way, always has and always will. Previously she'd often get whatever she wanted because she was the princess of the pack and now she's worse. At least back then, her mother, the fire-luna would tell everyone not to give in or treat her differently but Adrian wouldn't let anyone but himself put her in her
“How would you know? She's not here yet. Camilla might not be a game-changer but his mate? That's a different story.” Veronica, the dumb bitch speaks once again. Knowing full well which button she's pressing by speaking of Camilla. I walk away, heading straight for my room and dismissing everyone that so much as mentions or glares at me. The second I'm in my room I slip out of my jeans and top, tossing them to the floor as I walk to the bathroom, taking the quickest shower I've ever taken. I pull a black spaghetti strap dress from my closet and slip it on. I took a deep breath and pulled the dresser chair, I sat and sought out my makeup. Gazing at my reflection, I nod to myself. Adrian can't be avoiding me this much, he always talks to me, even if it's to wave me off. So what changed today? "Camilla" A voice in the back of my head lets out and I detest it, I detest that deep down I know she's succeeding in pulling him into her web. I clasp my eyeliner and begin to wear my war
Alphas Hated Mate. Camilla's POV I never knew how much I needed Adrian’s arms around me. He makes me feel protected, more so than I have with my brothers. He keeps my demons at bay and that's more than I've asked out of life. We have had makeover sessions where we've worked on my nerves, we have worked on controlling my stuttering and the results are amazing. I no longer stutter, be it I'm nervous or scared, I don't stutter anymore and it's thanks to him and the effort he has put into us. I want to say him touching me, making me orgasm is what I enjoy most but I'd be lying, I love our conversations the most, both the meaningless and meaningful ones. Tomorrow is Thursday, Racheal, Mirabelle and I are going on our school's annual senior year camping trip at Lake Diabolo. Lake Diabolo is located quite far from here and yes as the name suggests, it's the devil's lake. There's been a myth about spirits pulling you in if they see you as a worthy sacrifice but it's all folktales
He drops his gaze to the books beside me, I take them in my lap, jerking my hair out his hands. I go through the pages and most of the answers are okay, just not excellently described. I close the books and set them aside, picking up my sketch to add more detail to the daisy considering it's the only part of the drawing that I have full confidence is art, the rest of the drawing? I think it will earn me an A- as usual. Wait, what if the snake shades it's skin as it slithers through the skull like the daisy shaded it's petals? I quickly abandon the daisy and go for the snake, adding a 3D detail to it, I begin to slowly add a second layer of skin. “Are you done?” I shake my head, not bothering to look at him. “How about now?” Adrian asks. Is he serious? It's been a few seconds, ten seconds at most since he asked the first question. If I wasn't done then how can I be done now? I quickly shift my eyes to him and sigh. “No.” I whisper loud enough for him to hear. “Okay.” He smiles.
Alphas Hated Mate Mirabelle's POV I watch the raindrops rolling down the window, rain is symbolic and it shouldn't be showering mid August particularly since today is a moon night. Mom often reminds us it's bad luck for our pack if it rains on the first quarter moon and best luck for Midnight Saints is when it rains on a full moon. I used to think it's child's play but I witnessed three incidents that have verified the theory of those who came before us right. Apparently witches cursed each zone with bad luck on a rainy particular date on the lunar calendar. Camilla is sitting beside me, Racheal is on the other side of Camilla and both of them are sulking for different reasons and it's irritating. “Belle..” Racheal calls out and I turn to face her, she's playing with Camilla's hair. I nod to her and she sighs, “Don't tell me the rain is bothering you?” I shrug, “First quarter.” Her eyes roll back as she shakes her head at me, “You need to get over that myth, Mom
ALPHA'S HATED MATE Camilla's POV The tears came faster than I could register what was happening, my heart couldn't seem to pump blood fast enough and I felt like I was dying, fuck I wanted nothing but the world to open up under my feet and swallow me whole into an endless abyss. I wanted to scream but I didn't, I bite my tongue until a metallic tang filled my mouth, I swallowed as I walked away from the disgusting image in front of me. Michelle was hot on my trail, until finally she caught up with me, not far from Adrian's office. Where I can hear him cursing at his whore to hand him his clothes. “Camilla, wait! ” Michelle calls out for the seventh time and I stop because this time, she's grabbed my arm. I turn, glaring at her through my tears as I yank my arm from her grip, “You fucking knew didn't you?” Her eyes grow wide as she stares at me, “My God, what did you do?” She shrieks, obviously noticing how bloody my mouth is. Her hand came to my mouth, “Let me see.”I