The alphas hybrid mate

ALPHA'S HATED MATE

CHAPTER ONE

Camilla’s POV

My heart is racing and for some reason I’m biting on my tongue. I’m always anxious but today is different and he knows it. He can see me biting my tongue. He knows how important this is for both of us.

Crossing my hands behind my back I pull my lips into a pout, if there is one thing I know he can’t resist it’s my puppy eyes.

His response was delayed, extremely calculated but I know what it is before he says it. He sighs and I know what the answer is, undoubtedly a yes.

“Fine Milla. You can have whatever you want.” He says scratching the back of his head.

I don’t think before I fling my arms around him and he embraces me laughing.

“Thank you, thank you!” I continue to repeat, jumping in his embrace.

“Alpha, we need you.” Someone says behind me, out of breath.

Ryan lets go of me and I scan the man kneeling in front of us, he seems to have run a marathon and that could only mean one thing, trouble.

“What happened?” My brother Ryan, Alpha of Dark Moon pack, inquires pulling me behind him. We call Ryan the Mystical One because he is simply too good to be true. Ryan is the best Alpha this pack has had since my uncle Enrique, his father.

“They’re about to attack.” The man retorts, his head still bowed.

“Camila go to your room and lock the door.” Ryan demands without looking at me, his tone is firm and clear with angst.

I know what goes on when Ryan is infuriated and this is one of those moments, Ryan has always kept me from seeing that side of him, or anyone for that matter.

I don’t watch anything with violence in it because I react…well let’s just say I don’t give a pleasant reaction. I run to my bedroom and shut the door behind me. I begin to count backwards to divert attention from the noise I’m hearing outside but my effort is in vain. I hear a high pitched scream, and curiosity sinks in along side the fear.

I try to talk myself out of peeking out through the window but I find myself peeping through it. The first thing I see is a middle aged man holding a sword about to slice my other brother Michael in half.

“No!’’

I scream before sliding down the wall till I settle on the floor and rocking my knees to my chest.

Lord no, please no. God doesn’t let good people die over nothing so Michael is okay right? Wait but if he died trying to protect this pack then he would have died for a good cause isn’t it? ‘No Camilla don’t think like that.’ I tell myself. I can’t stop the tears that are now blurring my vision, not that I’m attempting to see anything at all.

The door of my bedroom swings wide open, I’m about to scream once again when I see who it is, I relax. “Come here sweetie, why did you look through the window?” My Dad asks opening his arms for me.

I don’t hesitate running to him. He brushes my back and kisses the top of my head. “I’m scared… Michael... he.. that.. man…” My voice comes out hoarse.

“Don’t worry about him. He is fine and you’re safe, you’re always safe here princess.” He assures me and I nod my response. I know I’m safe with him as long as my brothers are with me and him too, nothing can happen to me.

“You know you have to be strong, princess, you can’t let every little thing affect you.” He sighs.

I pull out of his embrace and blink at him, wiping my tears. My Dad has been a vast part of my life ever since I was two years old.

My parents died in a car crash when I was two, my uncle Enrique who happens to be my father’s younger brother has had custody of me ever since. I call him Dad and his Wife mom.

He and his wife Reina raised me as their own daughter, I was the youngest of their kids, they only had five kids, Selena who married a pack doctor in a faraway pack, we never see her anymore.

Delilah who also got married to a warrior in the same pack as Selena. Then Ryan, our current Alpha, then the twins Michelle and Michael. Michelle is married to a member of Midnight Saints pack.

He places a kiss on my head, “I wish I could protect you forever.”

“Ryan said I can go to school.” I sniff, smiling awkwardly at him.

I used to go to school but the kids would pick on me because I wasn’t like them so my Mom pulled me out of school and I’ve been homeschooled since then and this is supposed to be my senior year. I would like to get an experience of actual high school.

I’m honestly tired of seeing it on television and reading about it in my many, many novels. I want to experience it for myself. Ryan said he couldn’t get me into any school because it’s the middle of the term but I persuaded him and he will make arrangements so I can go to school on Monday next week.

I will have to work extra hard but I’m a pretty fast learner and I do receive immense academic validation.

I’ve invariably been exposed to a certain school’s end of term papers and mid term, teachers from that school have always brought me papers and waited for me to complete the test’s and they do compare my marks to other students and according to them I’m a five star student I get straight A’s nothing less. My Father has spent a fortune on my education and it reflects on my academic accomplishments.

“Oh, so that’s why you placed an order for spectacle frames?” He chuckles.

I grimace, “I need them.”

“Princess, we’ve examined your eyes, your vision is great. So tell me why is it that you insist on wearing those glasses you wear?”

“Well ummm people stare at my eyes weirdly and I don’t like that.” I truthfully say.

I’ve been wearing brown contact lenses, and fashion frames to disguise my eyes, it draws less attention to me and makes me low key after everything that’s happened in the past. People would call me a freak because I had eyes different from theirs and I had no wolf, still don’t have it. I take after my mom’s side of the family, she was human apparently.