Chapter 39

Camilla’s POV

Swallowing my own saliva to lubricate my now dehydrated throat endorsed by the bombs Mirabelle is throwing at me, I shake my head. “That’s impossible.” I tell her, because it is, if I were to dispute Alpha Adrian I would be dead just like everyone that was ever foolish enough to do so and the way my head is pounding assures me I’m alive, dead people don’t feel pain.

“If you forget everything you do drunk, I propose you don’t drink so much anymore.” she taps my leg, leaning back into the chair that shouldn’t be this close to my bed, but that’s a problem for later. Licking my lips I sigh, “I don’t drink.” I truthfully confess.

“That explains a whole fucking lot.” She laughs, her head falling back as she does. “I am so tired Belle.” I complain, as I fall over onto the bed.

“Come on get up.” She grabs my arm and pulls me up. “Take a shower, you’ll feel better and then we will have lunch and discuss your drinking preferences.”

“Shouldn’t I be s