Claimed by My Mate’s Father

CHAPTER 4

Cameille's POV

It's been a month since I have left Lysander's mansion and yeah, I still haven't forgotten about the Alpha, those scenes of him ruining Lena still live free rent in my mind but at least, I was no longer f*****g myself to his memories. Even though I'd get the urge every now and then, I had tried to control myself.

Today, I'm going to Lysander's apartment to pick up the bottle of wine Alpha Vaughan had sent to him to give to Lita because he went home for the weekend. Lita has been busy, so she asked me to help her pick it up. I was sleeping when she called me on the phone, and it sounded so urgent.

My eyes narrowed when I noticed that his door was left ajar. I pushed the door open…. and stepped in. My eyes darted around the living room, and there was no one in sight. Not even his roommates.

“Lysander,” I called, and there was no answer.

I started climbing up the stairs, towards his room, and when I reached the hallway, I heard it. The loud, but unmistakable sound of moans.

I didn't panic at first. The moans definitely didn't come from my mate's room—it must have been from the room of one of his roommates.

But as I stepped closer, my heart slammed hard against my ribs when I realised that the moan actually came from his room.

My body started trembling immediately. No… I shook my head frantically as if that could somehow deny the scenes unfolding before me.

“This can't be happening,” I muttered.

I thought of turning back—pretended like none of this ever happened, but no, I'd like to see for myself—to see how my mate was betraying me.

The door was ajar and when I stepped in… the air ripped off my lungs. My mate was seated on the couch, his thighs were spread apart, head thrown back and grunts tore out of his throat… but he was not alone and he wasn't with a woman—he was with a full grown ass MAN.

Varek, the young Alpha of my pack—the Bloodmoon Pack and the captain of the men's hockey team in college was on his knees taking Lysander's c**k in his mouth, spit and c*m was drooling down his jaw.

The scene before me was dreadful. Lysander and Varek were gays?!

That explained everything. It explained why Lysander would never touch me. It was because he liked men instead, and his claims of being busy were because he was seeing someone else. And Varek would always bully me in the pack and college, and that was because he was my rival.

No…

I ran my hand through my hair, trying to make it make sense. The more I stared at them, the more I was haunted. Hot tears ran down my cheeks, but I swallowed past the lump in my throat. There was no time nor place to show weakness.

“What the f**k is happening here?” I spat.

Lysander pushed Varek away and jumped to his feet. His eyes were wide with fear as he quickly grabbed the brief on the floor and threw it on.

Varek remained on the floor, his lips curled into a devilish smirk like he was enjoying every bit of my devastation.

“I'm sorry, Cam,” he said, his eyes flashing with regret as he approached me. “I can explain. It's not what you think.”

“Not what I think?” I gritted my teeth. “What is there to explain other than the fact that you are gay and that is why you've not been making love to me?”

“No, please. Listen to me, Cam.” His hand reached out to touch me, but my hand connected to his face in a sharp and resounding slap.

“Don't you try to touch me, you bastard!” I growled. “We are done, and I'm rejecting you right now. I, Cameilla Everton of the Bloodmoon Pack reject you, Lysander Thornhart as my mate and future Alpha.”

“No…” Lysander fell to his knees and wrapped his hand around my ankle. “You can't reject me, Cam. I don't mean to do this.”

“You don't mean to? Yet you did it, and it sure looked like you were enjoying it a lot. So, you'd better accept my rejection right now.”

“No, I won't. We are meant to get together.”

I pressed a hand to my face as frustration and anger coursed through me. I knew if I spent any more seconds there, I might commit murder.

“Prepare for the rejection ceremony.” With that, I turned and walked out of the room, and more tears streamed down.

I wiped off my tears. I won't cry for that bastard. He is not worth my tears.

___________

A week later.

“Are you still thinking about him?” Lita asked, her voice pulled me out of my thoughts.

“No...” I looked up at her and forced a smile.

She sighed, sat beside me, and wrapped her hands around me. “You are still thinking about him, Cam. I have been talking to you for a while now, but you didn't even hear me.”

I wrapped my arms around her too. “I just had a lot on my mind.”

“But I still think you should listen to him, Cam,” she said quietly. “I'm sure he had a good reason for his actions.”

Of course, Lysander has been trying so hard to speak to me. Constant visits, text messages, calls, and he even sent flowers, but I don't even want to listen to him.

“A good reason?” I repeated her words, which tasted bitter on my lips. “What good reason would excuse the fact that he deceived me, Lita? Did you also think I'm overreacting?”

“No.. You are not. I'm just worried about both of you… It seems you both still want each other.”

“No, I don't want him,” I snap, remembering the cringy scene again. “I will be fine.”

She nodded and stood.

“I trust you will be fine.” Then she carried her small bag. “I'm still skeptical about leaving here alone.”

Lita is going to the mansion for the weekend.

I forced a smile at her. “I will be fine. You go ahead and have fun.”

“Or would you like to come along? Father is hosting some friends on his yacht.”

“There are going to be boys and alcohol… and you will forget about Lysander in no time.” Then her voice dropped lower as she teased me. “Maybe, you will find a boy who will finally take your V-card.”

Father?

V-card?

My mind was already placing the pieces together.

Fuck.

My cunt clenched desperately around nothing, and I pressed my thighs together.

“Come with me, Cam. Let's go and get ruined this weekend.”

“Would Lysander be here?” I had to ask because I won't be comfortable with him there.

“No, he is not coming,” she said firmly. “Just us, my dad and his hot friends.” Then she shrieked with happiness. “You might even get a sugar daddy there.” Then her voice drops into a low whisper, “Because actually, I have been f*****g two of my dad's friends. At the same time, Cam. I’m such a bad b***h, aren’t I?”