Alpha's Daughter and Her Mafia Mate

3: Meeting Camilla

“My men are in position, awaiting your instructions.” My eyes snapped to him instantly. He gave me one of his famous, 'don't look so surprised' smirks, and my entire being warmed up. Finally, some good news. It was long overdue. I pondered on his words for a minute, rocking my boy.

“I want to find her strapped in the basement by the time I wake,” I said quietly and sauntered off, leaving Henry probably gaping at my retreating back.

Max had already dozed off by the time I got back to my room. I placed him down with an air of calm efficiency and grinned to myself. I was getting the hang of it. I had heard a great deal about how satisfying it is to care for one's baby from Melissa, but not until today did I truly experience it. I walked back to bed and leaned against the headboard, playing with my wedding band. I couldn't wait to make Senator Strand have a taste of his medicine. He will be visiting his daughter's grave really soon. And the same pain I felt when Melissa died, he will feel it.

I slid inside the covers and plopped on my soft pillow with a sigh. I inhaled deeply through the mouth and exhaled through the nose before squeezing my eyes shut. I was so looking forward to the next day. That was the last thought before I fell right back to sleep.

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When I woke up next, the sun was out. I checked on my little man, and he was still snoring his stress-free life away. I waddled to the bathroom to freshen up quietly before pulling on some sweatpants and a polo t-shirt. I strolled to the kitchen where I met Lenah and Henry chatting animatedly. I had caught on the subtle glances between the two and there was definitely something there, but I acted obliviously. They were adults and didn't need me butting in their private lives.

“Good morning,” Henry greeted, chipper than usual. I grunted a faint good morning back, taking my concoction of cucumber and ginger fresh juice from Lenah. After gulping the whole fluid down, I turned to Henry without a word, and he rose, which was my cue to follow. He led me to the basement and true to his word, my gift was there for me to do as I pleased. She had a blindfold and a gag. I walked towards her and pulled the fold off her eyes, and surprisingly, she didn't even flinch. I had to give it to her, for courage, as I relieved her of the gag as well. She studied me up and down without a word. I could have bet I saw her eyes cloud with something close to regret, but she schooled her features really quick. She shifted her blank gaze to Henry.

“You!” She spat venomously, recognizing him instantly. “Why the hell am I here?” She asked, glaring at us. If looks could kill, we would be six feet under.

“You are my guest,” I taunted. “Hope you are finding your new home is up to your standards.” I gestured around the strangely clean basement. I thought these places were supposed to be filled with junk. I turned to Henry with the question on my tongue. “Mel,” he answered even before I could ask. Of course, my clean freak of a wife wouldn't settle for less.

CAMILLA*****

My eyes squinted, trying to adjust to the sudden light after the blindfold was removed from my eyes. I groaned, looking around the poorly lit room in a panic. The last thing I remember was waking up to get a glass of water before someone knocked me unconscious from behind. I lifted my head and my gaze zeroed on the finest species on two legs I had ever had the pleasure of seeing. He was about 6 inches, with an oval face, button nose, gray eyes, thin lips, and darkest jet-black curls I had ever seen.

My wolf instantly stirred to life. Yes, I am a werewolf. And Alpha's daughter to be precise.

And the gorgeous man towering over me with a distasteful look in his eyes is my mate. How lucky can a girl get! My misfortune, however, didn't prevent me from ogling my mate openly. I itched to run my fingers through his soft-looking hair. And perhaps taste the inviting lips. I was damned!

I dragged my eyes from his enticing frame with much difficulty, and to his counterpart, who had his hands folded over his massive chest. I recognized him instantly. He was one of the crooks who abducted me from my house. They had caught me off-guard. I couldn't even shift and defend myself. I glared at him hatefully.

“You!” I growled, wishing for a second that I could free my hands but since they were highly bound behind my back just like my legs were I couldn't risk exposing myself. “Why the hell am I here?” I asked, glaring at the two culprits. My mate stepped forward, smiling ruefully.

“You are my guest,” his deep voice caressed my entire being, sending my wolf into a frenzy of emotional overload. She wanted to come out and claim what's ours. I shot her down hard in my head reminding her that our mate meant us harm, which had her zippering up almost immediately. “Hope you are finding your new home is up to your standards.” My mate taunted, clearly enjoying my turmoil, as his eyes scanned the basement before he turned to a blank-faced man by his side. A silent communication went on between the two before he rasped one word. “Mel,” my mate's face hardened, and several emotions crossed his gorgeous face with one sticking. Sadness. My heart tore for him. Neither I nor my wolf liked to see the sadness etched on his face.

“May I know who my gracious host is?” I asked with mock innocence, and it irked him. He pursued his lips, narrowing his eyes.

“Not that you will live to tell a soul, but my name is Leonard.” A fitting name for the man who I am sure will give me endless sleepless nights. “I am the man whose wife was killed by the animal you call a father.” I gulped nervously, and he smiled, probably thinking I was nervous. Though I was. But not for the reason he thought. I was scared because we had certainly begun on the wrong footing. With him hating my sire.

“You are right to be scared,” he said sweetly. “Because by the time I am done with you, your wretched father will realize what a mistake it was on his side for coming after my family.” That got my attention. My mate had a family. The thought was more disturbing than him being my captor. I growled low in my throat, hating the fact that I had to share him with others he probably loves more than he will me.

“She is feisty, I like it,” Leonard said deviously.

“Glad you approve,” I mocked, spitting on his shoes. His eyes flickered, and I could see he was close to losing his cool. Angrily, he gripped my neck tightly and stared deeply into my eyes. “I had imagined you gripping my neck under better circumstances, but who am I to complain?” I croaked, making him step back in haste like my words had burnt him. I couldn't stop the smile that flooded my face.

“Touch me again,” I taunted. It wasn't entirely a bluff because I was indeed craving his touch. Skin contact with one's mate is the most divine thing that can happen to any werewolf. And I needed to feel it again. Even if I had to goad him to achieve it.

“Break her for me,” my mate muttered, turning on his heels and left, to my dismay. I was left with him scowling at me like I was the filthiest scum on the earth's surface.

“What are you waiting for?” I scoffed, trying to get under his skin. “Aren't you supposed to be breaking me?” He chuckled lightly.

“Leo is going to have a field day with that razor mouth of yours.” He retorted just before he landed a hard slap on my cheek, busting my lip. Of course, he will! I wanted to scream out. When I am wrapping my mouth around his c*ck. I licked my bloody lips, commanding my wolf not to heal me; otherwise, it will raise questions that might expose our supernatural lives to the oblivious humans. If I wanted to, I would be out of the damn ropes they have bound me with. But I won't. Not until I get to know my mate and hopefully make him like me even a little.

“I think I just got hit by a girl,”

His hurt ego made him deliver a harder blow, sending my chair jerking. He was quick to steady it before it fell, and me with it. “Much better,” I mumbled, spitting the blood-stained saliva.

“Do you have a death wish, perhaps?” The nameless man asked with an odd smile that wasn't ugly at all. I smirked in response, but offered nothing verbal. He looked at his bloodstained knuckles and grimaced. He definitely wasn't used to mangling a woman.

“Why did my old man kill his wife?” I asked after a brief uncomfortable silence. He didn't answer immediately. Instead, he scanned my face, maybe wondering what rooted my curiosity. Once he was satisfied with what he saw, I got my answer.

“Leo is a businessman.” He began carefully gauging my reaction. “Some of the things he does aren't quite illegal.” That small piece of information was enough for me to have possible guesses. And my second one was correct. My dearest mate was a renowned drug lord. I would be lying if I said it didn't make him more desirable. The talkative man told me all about Leonard's wife and the raid in which she died. In as much as I pitied the poor woman, I was glad she was no longer in the way of me pursuing my mate. Because nothing will keep me from his delicious self. Not even the heinous act my father committed against him.

“I want to speak to him,” I blurted, shocking the not-so-cold man.

“Are you stupid?” He bellowed, offended by my simple request. “I am not your errand boy, and you can't summon Leo the way you do your many babysitters.”