ALPHA'S HATED MATE

Camilla's POV

Heavy, that's the only word I can find that is fitting enough to describe the weight above my head. Ryan always teased that my neck should be tired from carrying my head around because it carried so much information it must be heavy.

Today that applies, but not because my head carries a lot of information. My eyes are not keen to see the world today, not that they've ever been but nonetheless.

Mirabelle's ranting is bouncing off my eardrums, the ...