A thief in the Night.

　　Ethan moved with the speed of an alpha. He was as quiet as a ninja, making sure not to alert whoever was in the compound of his presence. He moved silently in the shadows until he got to the spot. What he saw, broke his heart.

　　It was Camilla -his Camilla.

　　Camilla was the thief in his house.

　　His pain soon turned into anger and he wanted to strangle her at that point. She had been the one stealing from him. After everything he did for her, she had lied to him. He remembered the way Jessie had insisted that Camilla had been a thief right from the first day she moved into the estate with them.

　　Ethan realized everything Jessie had said about Camilla was true. Camilla had lied to him.

　　She was never amnesic. Her memory was fine and she only lied so she could continue stealing from him. On several occasions, he had kept money in the open for her to take and he did confirm later from the hidden cameras in the house that Camilla has indeed been stealing from him. He thought he could change her.

　　He was wrong.

　　Ethan was devastated.

　　Why did the goddess have to give him a thief in form of a mate?

　　He had hoped that she would come out clean and confess her sins to him but she didn't!

　　As he watched her nurse her ankled leg in the shadows, a flash of pain came to his heart. Maybe she had her reasons for doing what she was doing. She couldn't just be stealing so much money and property from him for fun. Or could she?

　　Ethan saw that she had gotten to her feet and slowly started moving towards the back gate. He saw it as an opportunity to find out exactly where she was going so late in the night and with a sprain in the leg.

　　Camilla winced in pain as her leg throbbed but she had to make it to the hospital to balance the money with her. She had picked up another large envelope in Ethan's room, while he was in his office earlier that day. she needed to pay the hospital so she could have peace of mind that her father would be perfectly taken care of. She didn't know that someone was trailing behind her.

　　She waved down a taxi and went in.

　　"City Hospital please," she told the driver and he nodded.

　　Ethan also got a taxi right after her.

　　"Please follow that taxi, I'll give you any amount." He said.

　　"Yes sir," the driver responded.

　　Ethan could not believe this was the same Camilla he has housed for months now. It was the same girl he had fallen for that was moving about in the dark with his money.

　　Ethan was damn mad. Camilla had set him up and played him like some child. She used his love for her against him. She used the opportunity that he was in love with her and stole right under his nose.

　　All those times she had mentioned she was tired and having migraines, they were all false. They were all lies.

　　As his taxi began to follow hers in the dark, he realized Camilla was a damn good actress. She had placed such a good drama but tonight her game will be up. He would find out exactly what she has been hiding and what she had been using the money for.

　　His anger boiled within him and his right eye started twitching. Camilla had played the role of a patient so perfectly.

　　Ethan remembered the way Jessie had reported that Camilla never took her medications, now he knew that was true. How could she take her medication when she wasn't sick in the first place?

　　Ethan's heart was beating at a very dangerous pace as his cold eyes remained fixed on the taxi a couple of meters away from his. He didn't know what he would do if he discovered that Camilla used his money to do dirty things or play even worst games.

　　He could stop her right there and then, but he knew Camilla at least enough by now to realize that she wouldn't speak. She would rather die with the truth in her heart than spill it out.

　　The taxi in front of him stopped and a frown appeared on his face as he saw that they were at the city hospital.

　　Camilla stepped down and she leaned over to tell her driver something before starting to move towards the entrance. She was favoring her left leg as the other was sprained.

　　Ethan was confused

　　Had she stopped to get treatment before leaving to where she really wanted to go to?

　　"Please, wait here for me. I have to see what that lady is up to, " Ethan told his driver. He stepped out of the taxi and gave the driver a hundred dollar bill.

　　"Thank you, sir," the driver said with excitement in his eyes. The money was ten times his actual fare.

　　"Just wait behind for me," Ethan insisted and the driver saluted.

　　"I will be here for as long as you want sir."

　　Ethan nodded in acknowledgment and then turned around to proceed into the hospital. The guards wanted to stop him but after one look at the fiery rage in his eyes, they let him enter without questioning.

　　Ethan moved swiftly through the corridors of the hospital searching for Camilla. It was past midnight but the hospital was still bubbling with activities on the floor he was standing in. He moved to one of the attendants.

　　"Good evening, I am looking for a young woman with Red hair and a sprained ankle, she just passed here a few seconds ago..." Ethan said.

　　His heart was racing as he hoped the attendants would know where she had passed. The hospital was big and the choking smell of medication was strong. Sniffing Camilla out was going to be difficult and draining.

　　The attendants looked thoughtful at first and then her dark eyes lit up with recognition. "You mean Camilla?"

　　"Yes, Camilla!" Ethan was shocked and grateful that the attendants actually knew Camilla.

　　"She is headed to the fourth floor. Just check the wards by your right hand side, she would be there."

　　Ethan was very grateful to the attendant. He wished he could hug her but he didn't want to look like a weirdo.

　　"Thank you so much," he said before turning around to head in the direction she had pointed out to him.

　　Ethan got to the fourth floor as the attendant had told him and started looking through the rooms on his right. He discovered it was a special ward. Most of the people here were on life support with multiple machines attached to their bodies.

　　His wolf flipped over in pain as he felt a wave of emotions hit him. He knew the emotions weren't his own. It was Camilla's. She was close by and she was crying.

　　Ethan's heart was beating in fear. Did Camilla have some kind of disease? Why would she come to this ward?

　　The first time they had a conversation about her life, she had said she didn't have a mother anymore. Who then was she here with if not herself? Did they now treat sprained ankles in special wards?

　　As he got to the last door he stopped. The door was slightly opened and he saw a flash of red hair -Camilla.

　　Ethan moved closer and his heart melted in pain.

　　Camilla was crying.

　　She was crying on an old man's chest. Her hands held his pale lifeless hands as she shook with heavy sobs.

　　The sounds of the machines beeping accompanied her tremors.

　　Ethan looked at the man's face and he understood. Camilla never spoke of her father. She only said her parents had been in an accident and her mother was dead. She never mentioned what had become of her father.

　　This man must be her father.

　　Ethan felt terrible for her. He understood now why she stole. Taking care of a man in a coma must be very expensive. The life support and enhancement must cost a fortune and she barely had enough to get a proper apartment.

　　Ethan felt bad for hating her.

　　But still, she had lied to him. He would have to pay her back in her ways. He would beat her in her games.

　　His wolf purred in pain as Camilla cried her eyes out. Ethan wanted to go into the ward and comfort her. He wanted to hold her and promise her the world. But he needed to teach her a lesson. He would not let his love for her become his weakness.

　　He waited by the shadows watching as she cried and spoke to her father about her day. He smiled at the way she told her father if he had been treating her. When she finished, she got up and Ethan moved into the next ward to hide from her.

　　As soon as she got far enough, he followed her and saw that she was going to another floor. Camilla headed to the accounting department and played off all the money she had stolen from Ethan and he watched in the corner.

　　"You should get that leg treated," the woman told her. But she only smiled and took her receipt.

　　She moved to the elevator and Ethan kept watching until she was completely gone from the floor.

　　He already had a plan in mind.

　　He moved back to the ward Camilla had been in and checked the medical file on the table. He saw the name 'Marco Taylor'.

　　It was true that the man was indeed her father because just below the file it was written clearly who his benefactor was and it said daughter, Camilla Louise Taylor.

　　There was no doubt that the man was her dad and the money she stole was for his bills, but the fact that she had never muttered a plea for help showed that she truly wanted to do things her way —the wrong way and was going to correct that.

　　On the file in his hands was the number of the doctor in charge of Mr. Marco. Ethan took the number and dialed it. The man picked up on the first ring.

　　"Hello, this is Dr. Owen," the man said.

　　"Hello doctor, I am Ethan Jadiel Peterson," Ethan began and he heard the man gasp in shock.

　　"The real Jadiel Peterson?" The man squeaked. It wasn't every day a random doctor in a public hospital got a call from one of the biggest names in the city of Besaadi.

　　"Yes, the one and only. I am calling on behalf of your patient Mr. Marco Taylor, when can we see him in person to talk? " Ethan asked the man.

　　If it was left to him. He would have preferred they spoke right at that moment but he understood the doctor was merely human and he needed to sleep.

　　Besides what he was about to do he needed his full attention.

　　The man was hesitant probably scared of giving the wrong time and offending Ethan Jadiel Peterson.

　　"How about tomorrow in your office? I don't mind coming over," Ethan suggested to hasten things up. The man was too shaken up and Ethan could perfectly understand why but he needed to get an appointment with the man to put his plans in motion as soon as possible.

　　"Of course, that will be perfect," the man said with a shaky voice. He was already thinking of why a whole Jadiel Peterson was interested in the vegetable if a man that had spent months in the hospital without change?

　　"What time?" Ethan asked him.

　　"Ten in the morning would be good, sir," Dr. Owen said.

　　"Okay, ten it is. Goodnight doctor."

　　"Goodnight sir."

　　The call ended and Ethan threw one last look at Mr. Taylor on the bed.

　　"Don't worry you will be out of here soon," he whispered to the pale man before walking out of the ward.