Alpha's Hated Mate

By WAJE

“I don't want to see this angelic face of hers that deceived me and murdered my child, she disgusts me, she is nothing but a worthless, good for nothing, liar. I was so good to her and this is how she repays me? I fucking loved her, I changed who I was for her sake. I put up with her annoying and embarrassing ass but you know what, take her back to Ryan if you must, I'm sure he was so relieved when I took her off his hands but even I regret taking her.”Camilla composes herself, finding her balance but still a crying mess. “You don't mean that, you're just mad. You love me, remember?” she mummers, her gaze drifting to Santiago. “Tell him he loves me and he's just mad.” she begs, when Santiago doesn't respond, she shakes her head, her gaze falling on Adrian again and he stares at her with disdain. “You said you love me forever.” she whispers.“No, I fucking hate you right now.”

Camilla Mia Burton is a Wolf less seventeen-year-old with insecurities and fear of the unknown. She is a half-human part-werewolf; she's a powerful wolf even though unaware of the power within her and has a beast too a rare gem. Camilla is as sweet as she can be. However what happens when she meets her mate and he is not what she dreamed about? He is a cruel cold-hearted eighteen years old Alpha. He is ruthless and in disapproval of Mates he wants nothing to do with her. She endeavors to change his perception of how he sees things, yet he loathes and rejects her pushing her away but the mate bond proves to be strong. What will he do when he regrets rejecting and hating her?

• Language: English
• Publisher: iSuperNovel
• Release date: Dec 27, 2023

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Chapter 41

He holds her hand and tells her something, she glares instantly. Whatever it is he might be saying to her, she's not happy about it. Not wanting to see them kiss soon I leave, proceeding to find Mirabelle and I do, the second I’m outside, I see her.

She's on her horse, her gaze shifts from the boys taming horses to me. What's wrong, didn't you sleep plenty?

I did. It's just that I saw Adrian and Angel.

She sighs, getting off her horse. You know what baby, I've been thinking... She pauses to take an apple to feed the horse.

"Good boy.. What was I saying? Oh, yes Adrian. I'm thinking maybe you and him aren't meant for each other, It's not those historical periods when mates were soul mates too, it's distinct now. People fall in love with just anyone, and we can't do anything about it, like Santiago, he's in love with Emily, when he finds his mate she'll possibly have someone as well and they would be on common ground and go their independent ways existing without the other like they've been doing.

Yes it'll ruin lives of the other parties involved but listen, If you and Adrian happen along that road it's fine but if he isn't going to take you out on dates, open the door for you like a gentleman or at least send you cute messages and have stupid conversations with you..then find someone to do it with, you're young, pretty and so much fun. You should go out, have fun, date cute boy's and fuck Adrian and his mate beliefs."

Belle-

I didn't mean literally fuck him. I meant it in a don't pay his stupid ass any interest.

How can I explain it to her? Mirabelle will never understand what I feel for Adrian, it's more than love. I would still want to be with him even if he cut me open, took my heart out and sewed me with a burning needle. No one will ever understand what it is between us, not her, not him or even me.

I plaster a fake smile and pet her horse. You know what I wanna know? How you tamed this horse so timely, most people seem to be struggling with their own.

I think horses are like relationships, all you have to do to enjoy their love is give them a little effort, patience and build trust. She grins caressing the horse.

Mirabelle has a heart for people, Zeta might not be the right role to fight for, she should seek something where her kindness will be applicable but I'm not going to tell her that, she seems to want Zeta to prove a point to her brothers and everyone she's not just the princess of Midnight Saint's and I get it.

I get to ride him tonight. It'll be so much fun, you should come and watch. She sulks.

Of course. I'd love to see how you handle this horse in front of everyone.

Don't look now but Elliott is coming. She smiles. It takes a lot of my self control not to look behind me not because I feel some way about Eliott but because when you tell someone not to look behind, they're going to look even if they weren't planning on it.

I feel Eliott's footsteps come to a halt when he stands next to Mirabelle, brushing her horse. Wow Moon, that was fast. He says, implying how quickly she tamed her house.

I'm a natural, now please move before you confuse him and ruin my hard work, I need him to function out of character for everyone but me. She says stroking the horse.

Elliott raises his hands and moon walks away from the horse, making us laugh. Umm, Camilla. Sorry I was weird at the movies, I just got nervous because I like you and I can't seem to think straight, the wrong words come out so I had to get a little high to man up to you. He sucks in a whiff, May I please take you out to dinner?

My jaw drops, I glance between him and Mirabelle who seems to be brandishing a laugh. His request takes me by surprise. When I don't respond for a minute, he scratches his head. Sorry, forget I said anything. He says walking out.

Eliott come back.

He turns around and looks at me, I look between him and Mirabelle before resting on him. I am sorry if I seemed.. Weird but I wasn't expecting you to say that to me but I would love to go out with you, as friends.

He nods, Yea, as friends. Let me know when you're free?

She's free right now. Mirabelle blurt's, Why don't you two go out now. She smiles.

Damn it Mirabelle, I am not mentally prepared for a date.

Elliot's gaze shifts from her to me and I force a smile, draining all emotion from my face. If it's alright with you.

Sure, I will get changed.

No, you look great. You don't have to change. He smile's, his eyes swiftly wandering over my body before his gaze shifts to something safer, the horse.

Hoping I don't catch him gaping or feel uncomfortable. Well played.

Umm, I guess I will be seeing you later. I frown at Mirabelle, and she winks.

Maybe this is what I need to get my mind off Adrian for awhile, Elliott seems nice and I'd hate if I didn't give us a chance to be friends at the very least.

Holding out his hand he grins. Shall we?

Yes. I smile, putting my hand in his. Let's see where this takes us.

**********

Dinner with Elliott was a breath of fresh air, he couldn't stop stealing glances at my tits but I excused him because I discovered my dress was making it difficult not to, not only was he gawking, I noticed a few other men gaping at me.

Elliott took me somewhere close by, it was a walkable distance. Next to it is an arcade, where we went to play games until the owner's decided to lock up. I lost track of time because I was having fun with him. He was funny, sweet and patient with me. He also seemed to want to listen to me talk about myself. I told him I didn't know myself and he said when I figured it out, he'd love to hear about me.

Elliott walked me back to the pack house, we sat by the fountain and talked a little more. I don't know if it's because he was high but he opened up to me about how he feels second to his brother in everything. I told him it doesn't have to be competition, competition between siblings never ends well, I've witnessed a tragic ending to such a situation.

My phone lights up in my hand. I have been ignoring it all night. At first Mirabelle was texting, then Racheal and it was distracting me so I had put it on silent.

You should check that, it must be important. Elliott says, noticing my phone.

Right. I smirk, picking it up. I have a lot of messages and missed calls. I opened the latest one.

Michelle: Where are you kiddo?

I promptly type in a reply.

Camilla: Outside, I will be in shortly.

I press send and turn to Elliott. Sorry, my sister needs me.

I had fun Camilla. He smiles. I return his smile before standing up, to get on his feet.

Camilla, wait.

I stop in my movement and he stands in front of me, leaning into me. Everything moves fast, his lips touch mine and I freeze momentarily, before kissing him back.

His lips are cold, he tastes of the blueberries and raspberries, the flavor of his ice cream dessert. I feel nonentity as we kiss, my mind drifts back to my kiss with Alpha Adrian, how it made my stomach flutter and all. When Elliott pulls back he is smiling.

I had fun tonight Elliott but I don't think this.. I motion between us. It's moving too fast. I admit.

I know, I just couldn't help myself. I'm sorry but I would have gone home regretting it if I didn't kiss you. I hope I didn't ruin my shot?

Frankly speaking, I don't even know if he had or has one.

See you. I faintly smile, making my escape. I shouldn't call it that but it is what it is.

When I'm at the door, I wave back at him. Entering inside, I encounter Michelle, she's standing on the staircases, three steps in with a hand on her now visibly pregnant belly and the other one holding a yoghurt bottle. When she notices me, she lets out a sigh. I know her well enough to understand what she feels for me is second to what she feels for this pack. She wasn't worried about me, was she?

Where did you go? She asks in a flat tone.

I was out wi...ith a friend. I stutter. She's making me uneasy with the way she's acting.

I am responsible for you, I might not care for Dark Moon anymore but for Mom and Dad, I have to take care of you. And for Alpha Adrian too because he asked me to. So you see I'm torn between two parts yet with one tremendous responsibility, You. She glowers. I trusted you were smart enough to handle yourself but looks like you can't... She stops to take her phone out of her pocket, looking at it she shakes her head.

She puts it back in her pocket and peers up at me. Look kiddo, I don't know what game it is that you think you are playing with Alpha Adrian but he doesn't play games, he formulates them and you play by his rules whether you like it or not.

I look at her with clear confusion, I don't infer... a game?

Michelle rolls her eyes, as she straightens. I don't know who is putting ideas in your head, but stop. Alpha Adrian will ruin you, you're not Luna material so stop aiming. You might think I'm being a bitch to you and I am but for you. I do care about you. I don't know why but I do, but my loyalty comes first and it lies with Alpha Adrian.

I nod, not knowing what to do or say, I haven't played any game with him and I don't plan to. She lets out a sigh and rolls her eyes at me like she can't believe it. I don't want to be penalised for your stupidity. Go, Alpha Adrian wants to see you.

My eyes widen, my heart already racing as I gasp. Me? Why?

Wow, you really are just... Wow. She giggles. I don't know, he just told me to let you know when you come.

Okay. I say taking my first step on the staircase.

Hmm, Camilla, good luck and goodnight. She smirks. It's forced, her smile is forced. She's trying to suppress some distress that flashes on her face when she's oblivious to her grimacing.

I dismiss her and make my way to Alpha Adrian, I knock on his door, which is slightly open, he shouts for me to come in. I stride in, calculating each step just in case he's as pissed as Michelle was.

Camilla.

Chapter 42

I jump when he says my name because I can't see him. A second later he comes into frame. I suck in a breath trying not to stare at him, he is shirtless, wearing a pair of charcoal grey pajama pants. I try not to gawk at him but I find myself watching his upper body, my gaze trails on his tattoos, so flawlessly inked on his ever glowing skin. The mark of the pack sitting right above his bicep.

My favorite tattoo is the little skull on his chest, a serpent appears to be inside it, the detail is impeccable. The manner in which his chest lift's and falls controllably is fascinating, almost as much as how his chest glistens I want to trail my-

Where did you go? He demands.

I stagger backward, my gaze forsaking his chest. The look in his eyes tells me he doesn't want to ask me twice. He's furious, making Michelle's anger earlier seem like a speck of emotion. I shouldn't be in here right now but I don't run, even when he looks like he is going to assassinate me I'm attracted to him. A date.

It's late. he disputes.

Sorry. I murmur, glaring at the floor.

He commences striding forth, one, two-six steps and now he is in front of me. He grips the back of my throat and leans into my neck sniffing me, I freeze when he does. You let him touch you. What else did you do with him? He growls, presently making me look at him as he peers down at me. I don't give him an answer, I just stare blankly at him, fear chilling my bones and desire heating my blood.

Answer me when I'm talking to you. He snarls.

Nothing. I instantly say, I don't think before I speak, the words just seem to escape me. My response seems to infuriate him, I'm scared of him right now, I know he won't hurt me but I'm still terrified. I'm holding back tears the way I wish he'd hold back his fury.

The truth Mia. He roars.

The tears I was holding back ran free as I opened my mouth. We kissed. I lament, closing my eyes as soon as I speak.

Look at me! He hisses.

I hastily opened my eyes to look at him, through my tears. His grip on my throat has long fastened, I can hardly breathe.

You're mine Mia, no man is allowed to fondle you, you hear me?

I instantly nod my reply. His lips crash onto mine, violently devouring me as if to erase the feel of Elliott's lips on mine but when I kiss him back he pulls away, letting out a growl of frustration. Is this how you kissed him too, the same way you kiss me...with such desire and need?

No, only you. I sob gazing into his now black eyes.

The fact that you not only thought of another man but let him kiss you is enough to make me want to kill him. He grits his teeth.

No, please don't kill him. I plead.

Releasing my throat, he walks past me. I hear the sound of the door closing then his footsteps. I wipe my tears as he goes to his closet, pulling some drawer he takes out two pairs of handcuffs.

No. What is he going to do?

I watch as he walks to his bed, sitting on the edge. I didn't want to do this but you're pushing my buttons and now I have to show you what happens when you do, come here. He orders. There's a no-nonsense variant in his tone and I'm not striving to make him angrier. I take very calculated steps, slow too. Lose the slippers, unless you want me to spank you with them.

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 spanks me harder. I soon learn to bite my tongue to muffle my screams. He spanks me about 10 times more before he stops. My ass is burning but I like the tingling sensation accompanied by the pain.

The next time you go out with some boy, in a dress that screams 'fuck me', you'll remember this punishment. He breathes heavily, like this was a workout. On the bed, now. He orders.

I do as he says and he studies my face. Obviously checking for tears, but there's no fresh ones. He almost grins at the sight. He walks around me with his handcuffs in his hand. He holds out his hand and I give him mine, he clasps one end of the handcuffs on me and the other end to the bed, he does the same with my other hand. I want to ask him what he's doing but the darkness of his eyes is enough to make me swallow my question.

Have you ever touched yourself for an orgasm?

I nod, clenching my thighs shut. I have touched myself a few times when I was in heat and since I got here, five times because I wanted him.

Since you took your punishment like a good girl, I will reward you with one. I promised myself kissing you was as far as I'd go but fuck it, now I want to taste you. I want to stop wondering all day if your pussy tastes just as sweet as your lips. He chuckles. Better, I bet it savors sweeter than your lips.

He crawls on top of me and spreads my legs open. Is this it? Am I finally going to know what it feels like when he