All Chapters of THE ALPHA KING'S STRIPPER MATE: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Camilla POVHe pulled into the sidewalk of my dorm, turning off the ignition, before he turned to me, that smile stretched on his face but masked with something deep that I couldn't place my finger on. It's as if he was trying to push this something big down or hide it, but then it would slip through sometimes.The cold amusement his eyes held when he told me he was going to report back to the coach and withdraw his sponsor was long gone; it was like he was reveling in the aftermath of his victory, and that pinched me and made my skin crawl in a weird kind of way. Bad weird.My anger was still simmering underneath my skin; I wanted to wipe that smile off his face with my knuckles, but I reined my fury in.He hadn't responded to my question. But sadly enough, I felt like I had already had my answer—it was just that delusional side of me waiting for him to say it was a joke.But come to think of it, there was no way he saw me that day unless he didn't leave after dropping me off and

Camilla POVIf my eyes could bulge out more, It would after those lies slide off his lips.When did I tell him that?I thought to myself, and then the memory flooded back immediately. But must he say it now? He was going to get me in trouble with his loud mouth.Landon marched towards us, his steps more menacing and a determined expression etched on his face.He removed Patrick from my front and dropped him to the side like a rag doll.He slid his hand around my waist and pulled me flush to his body; his hold was tight but not enough to hurt me.My eyes lifted and connected to his; those full lips puckered out and were kissable, and a softened look flickered between his eyes, but it was gone as soon, replaced by a hard expression.“Can you walk?” He whispered, like he was afraid I was hurt.My head could only move up and down; I don't trust myself to say anything right now.He started guiding me to his car before my hand was brutally tugged back and my right shoulder cracked. A painf

Camilla POVHe had just spanked me.But that’s not even what surprised me—it’s the fact that the pain from the severity of the spank sent electric sparks through my body. My nipples that were aching from the constant scrape to the headboard became hard all of a sudden, and the peak became sensitive, making pleasure racked through my body each time it came in contact with the headboard.“You don't challenge me. You do as told. Now count.” He spat, a tone filled with something dark, as he pushed his hips into me; his strong, calloused hand massaged where he just hit, and I almost melted into him, and then he spanked me again. “Count,” he commanded with a voice that made me want to do as told.And like I was pinched awake. I remembered we were supposed to be fighting, not romancing. I rammed my ass into his hips with force, then made him grunt and curse under his breath. But I felt it in his breath fanning my ear.“What are you doing?” I struggled against his tight grip, tugging my wrist

Camilla POVMy vision became blurry again. “Fine. I'll leave.” I gave him one last look before turning away. “I will be going to Patrick House tomorrow. I need to help him with his meeting. Coach instructed me to go.”I left, my tears falling, my legs sprinting and carrying me to my room.I collapsed onto the bed like a heap of potatoes, a sob racked through me, my body shaking violently. My hand came up to cover my mouth to stifle my cries. Today wasn't just a rejection; it was his way of telling me that I wasn't enough.My heart broke into pieces as my tears ran one after another, trailing down my nose to my covered mouth.The saltiness of it felt like it was adding more to my wound. I rested my body against the headboard, hugging my knees to my chest, everything still replaying in my head like it was a movie.Camilla, why are you crying? Are you that hopeless? Yeah, I bet she is.Since right from the start, you've always been one bad decision away from making a fool of yourself,

Camilla POVThe bags under my eyes could already tell anyone that I didn't get any sleep. I looked like shit staring at my reflection in the mirror. I dabbed it with more foundation that's a shade darker than my skin so it's not too obvious before picking up my bag from the bed.I grabbed the door handle, ready to turn it when the sound of his door opening planted me in my place.My heart banged in my chest; those memories I had buried while I was in the shower, or tried to bury because it obviously didn't work, came crashing back.Heat pooled in the pit of my stomach, and goosebumps rose on my arms and neck. I was so not ready to face him. That's all the reason why I tried to get ready early.Fuck. What do I do now?My fingers were still clutching the doorknob, contemplating my life decision.Even if I don't want to, I have to go down and talk to him still—about the list.Alright, Camilla. I patted my beating chest, taking a deep breath through my mouth and releasing it.You can d