CAMILLIA'S POV.
I paced the room, my steps echoing off the walls as I waited for time to pass, clinging to the hope that Alpha Halfdan might come back and apologise.
But minutes turned into hours, and no sign of him appeared. My anger simmered beneath the surface, growing more intense with each passing moment. I refused to let anyone, especially not Alpha Halfdan, get away with this.
I needed to regain control over him. He was crucial to my plans, and I knew exactly how to handle him.
I approached the window and looked outside, my gaze sharp and focused. I saw Alpha Halfdan strapping on his belt and getting into his car.
As he drove away from the mansion, a sly, calculating smile crept across my face. His departure was the perfect opportunity I needed—a chance to execute my plan without interference.
A few minutes later, I made my way down the stairs with a sense of urgency. I had no idea how long Alpha Halfdan would be gone, but I hoped he would be out drinking for a while, leaving me time to act.
I was determined not to be questioned about my whereabouts again. Instead of letting anxiety slow me down, I quickened my pace. I started my car, the engine roaring to life, and set off down the road.
Soon, I noticed a car following closely behind me. My heart pounded as I tried slowing down, hoping the car would pass. But it matched my speed, keeping a steady distance.
Panic began to rise within me, but then a plan formed in my mind. I made a sharp turn, and sure enough, the car turned with me, maintaining its pursuit.
Although I couldn’t see the driver’s face due to the darkness and the car's distance, I recognized it as one of Alpha Halfdan’s spies, sent to keep an eye on me.
Determined not to be caught, I slammed my foot on the accelerator, driving at breakneck speed until I reached a secluded clubhouse.
I screeched to a halt, flinging open the car door and stepping out with a feigned yawn. I strolled toward the entrance, my nerves steeled for whatever lay ahead.
The car trailing me slowed down momentarily but sped off as soon as I veered right towards the entrance of the clubhouse. It was clear they were trying to maintain the illusion of casual observation.
A smirk curled on my lips as I got back into my car. Did they really think they could outwit me so easily?
I scanned the area meticulously to ensure no other vehicles were following me. With no sign of anyone else, I accelerated sharply, racing towards the Red Moon Pack.
As I drove, my thoughts simmered with frustration. I cursed Astrid with every mile. Why did she always seem to have everything so perfectly aligned while I was left grappling with chaos?
My father had been right. I should never have allowed myself to be pushed to the brink from the start.
I should have eliminated her from the beginning: before she became a problem. Back then, Dane wouldn’t have cared, and no one would have shed a tear for her. Not even her mother.
The thought of that missed opportunity fueled my anger as I sped towards my destination, determined to set things right.
I felt the weight of my mistakes crushing down on me, realising how badly I had messed things up.
There was no room for error now; I had to fix everything and play my cards perfectly, with no more chances for missteps.
I let out a weary sigh, followed by a loud yawn, stretching my arms as I braced myself for what was to come.
With a heavy heart, I walked towards the hospital. My frown deepened with each step, reflecting my growing frustration and anxiety. When I reached the reception desk, I barely masked my impatience.
“I need to see Dr. Miles. Where is he?” I demanded, my tone sharp. I noticed the nurses glancing at me with their stern expressions, their faces a mix of irritation and indifference.
“He’s occupied right now. Do you have an appointment?” one of the nurses asked, her voice clipped and formal. The question pushed me to the edge.
“Why would I need an appointment? Do you have any idea who I am?” I snapped, my voice dripping with irritation. They exchanged glances, and I could sense their mockery in their silent communication.
“I’m sorry, ma’am, but if you could tell us who you are, we might be able to assist you,” the nurse said, her tone polite but edged with annoyance.
I opened my mouth to respond, but the words stuck in my throat. I wasn’t willing to make things worse for myself.
Instead, I took a deep breath, trying to calm the rising frustration, and prepared to handle the situation with whatever tact I could muster.
I was determined not to leave any evidence of my visit. If Astrid or Dane discovered I had been in their pack’s hospital, it would surely cause a major problem. I scoffed, rolling my eyes in frustration.
“You know what? I don’t have time to deal with this,” I snapped, spinning on my heels and heading towards the office where I had last seen Dr. Miles.
“Ma’am, you can’t go in there. We’re attending to someone right now,” a nurse’s voice called out behind me. I felt a firm grip on my arm, and I halted, seething with frustration.
“I said you can’t go in,” the nurse insisted, her voice now stern and commanding. I was at my breaking point.
In a surge of anger, I raised my hand, ready to slap her, but I managed to restrain myself just in time.
I yanked my arm out of her grip with a violent jerk and shoved the door open. My eyes locked onto the scene inside.
Dr. Miles was indeed in the office, and a young girl with a bandage wrapped around her head was sitting on the examination table.
The tension in the room was clear, and I could feel my anger boiling over as I faced the unexpected interruption to my plan.
“Get out!” I bellowed, my voice echoing through the room. The girl jumped up in alarm, hastily leaving the office as I sank into the chair with a defiant posture.
Dr. Miles looked up from his work, irritation etched on his face. “What’s all the commotion about? What do you want?” he asked, though his tone suggested he already knew.
“You certainly know how to put on a performance, just like your staff,” I said sharply, rolling my eyes at his feigned ignorance.
“I need the results, Miles. You know how long I’ve been waiting for them,” I demanded, leaning aggressively on his desk. My impatience was palpable.
For a brief moment, I saw a flicker of fear in his eyes, his composure faltering. He quickly pulled out an envelope from a drawer, his hands trembling slightly, and slid it across the desk to me.
“This wasn’t so difficult, was it?” I said with a sly smile, tilting my head to the side as I stood up. My gaze was steely, and I could sense the tension in the air, savouring the moment of vile.
I was getting to the door when his tone echoed in the office.
“How long are you going to keep deceiving him?” Dr. Miles demanded, his voice sharp with frustration.
“You’re not pregnant, so why are you pretending like you are?” His words hit me like a punch to the gut, and I spun around, my face a mask of shock and disbelief.
“Don’t provoke me, Miles,” I said, my voice dropping to a dangerous whisper.
“Only you know about this, and that’s the only reason I’m keeping you alive. You may be physically imposing, but I have people who can make sure you vanish without a trace, erasing you from this world as if you never existed.” My threat was cold and steely, a chill hanging in the air between us.
“The moment this information leaks, I will not hesitate to end you!” I warned, my voice laced with lethal intent.
With a final, menacing glance, I turned and pushed the door open, the creak of the hinges punctuating my exit.
My eyes were fixed on my phone, desperately trying to dial my father’s number, when I suddenly collided with someone. Startled, I looked up to find Astrid standing before me.
Time seemed to freeze as I stared at her, my heart racing with fear.
Astrid had just picked up the envelope I’d dropped and began skimming through the documents inside.
Her expression shifted from curiosity to shock as she absorbed the contents.
She looked up, her eyes wide with disbelief and accusation.
“You were never pregnant?” she asked, her voice tinged with a mix of outrage and confusion.