Mated To My Boyfriend's Dad

Chapter 200: Did I Push Him Away?

My skin itched, as I held myself back from just running to the door and throwing myself into his arms.

Gamma Rhett.

It was more obvious now that he was the one at the other end of the door. Even from that distance, I could pick up the scent of his musky cologne, causing my body to burn with desire. Memories of last night flashed through my head, my wolf growling in a way that made me realize that she wanted him.

But I couldn’t go meet him. I couldn’t open the door. So, I got up, trying to hide in my room. However, Cullen’s voice called me back, as the knocking from Rhett continued.

"Where do you think you’re going? That’s the door, go answer it." He nearly hollered, forcing me to look at him like he’d gone mad. The betrayer!

He was going to let Rhett know I was here. I had to make it up by explaining what happened this morning better to him. Yeah, I guess that could work.

I took in a deep breath, clenching and unclenching my fists to calm myself down. The mere presence of Rhett, even though I hadn’t opened the door yet made me feel like I was going to go insane with desire.

I missed him. I craved him. I needed him.

My steps were heavy, and I finally reached the door. Placing my hand— which was constantly fidgeting—on the doorknob, I swerved my head to see Cullen urging me on with a coy smile.

With a click, I opened the door, only to meet Rhett preparing to force himself in. He squinted his eyes in surprise, but that soon transformed into glee and joy I hadn’t realized how much I’d missed seeing.

It hadn’t even been a day.

"Gamma... Gamma Rhett?" I tried pretending like I hadn’t sensed his presence already before coming to the door. My eyes, however, faltered, looking away from his as he stared intently at me. My lips parted slightly, but I remained mute, unable to say anything else.

Our breathing seemed to be in sync with each other, as we both stood there silently. My heart raced faster than a freight train, my stomach fluttering with butterflies.

But eventually, Rhett coughed awkwardly, before speaking with a gruff voice. "I’m here to see your friend, Cullen. Is he in?"

What?

Gamma Rhett wanted to see Cullen? And, he just had to act like he was unbothered about seeing me. But he couldn’t hide it from me. I could sense it... the longing laced in his voice.

I nodded my head In reply to his question, but then I forced myself to gaze into his eyes. I ended up looking into those eyes some seconds longer than I’d planned, freezing like a deer under headlights.

I was entranced, my thoughts focusing on one person alone. I subconsciously leaned in closer to Rhett, my eyes softening with emotions I’d tried running away from this morning.

They all came back like a flood, almost overwhelming me. My heart raced even faster when I noticed Rhett leaning in too.

Were we going to kiss? Right here in the open? Did I even care anymore?

However, Rhett pulled away when Cullen’s cough from inside interrupted.

"Good afternoon, Gamma Rhett." Cullen greeted with a warm voice. It sounded forced, not going to lie.

Rhett smiled, as he made to step in. However, our bodies brushed against each other, causing my face to flush with heat as I got an even closer whiff of his cologne.

Dear Lord, why did Rhett have to be so irresistible?

Focus Isleen!

"How’re you doing Cullen? Are you preparing for the camp orientation tomorrow?" Gamma Rhett asked, flashing a friendly smile that managed to make me squint my eyes with surprise.

What. The. Fuck?

I glanced at Cullen, noticing his eyes blinking awkwardly in surprise as well. But eventually, he shrugged before answering.

After that, Rhett said he wanted to ask a few questions. He revealed that a member of the pack, a man named Nick, had been murdered in his own house, which was covered with his blood. I shivered when my mind painted a virtual image of the scene, shaking my head to get it out.

Apparently, Cullen knew this man and had seen him the previous day. He admitted to it, explaining their movement in detail. The questioning soon turned to a full-on interrogation, forcing Cullen to reveal that he used drugs.

Hold up, what? Drugs?!

I looked at him, feeling like I was looking at a different person. He was the type of person who indulged himself in alcohol once in a while, but drugs were a no-go for him.

Had this Nick somehow been a bad influence on him?

However, my shocked exclamations managed to irk Rhett, who told me to excuse them. Reluctantly, I left, feeling an overwhelming pang of embarrassment hit me.

I deserved that. I deserved to be shunned by him. I’d done worse this morning.

But why did it have to hurt so bad? I opened the door to my room, sighing to myself. Looking around, I could still pick up ’Liam’s’ scent lingering around. On the bed. On the pillow.

We had most of our memories in our old house which was a pile of rubble now, but I also had a few good ones with him here. I breathed in, my chest tightening with grief.

Had I pushed him away? Yes, he was a vampire, but maybe he wasn’t able to stand me anymore and left.

Had I also pushed Kylo away, forcing him to break up with me? He said it was for my good, but I remember feeling like I was being punished. Punished for my sins. Punished for rejecting my mate for so long.

I sat on the bed, gripping the sheets tightly. I finally had my mate. We’d been finally reaching an understanding of each other and getting closer. He’d begun warming up to me and I to him.

But then I pushed him away.

"Fuck, I’m such an idiot!" I groaned, slapping my forehead with frustration.

But I couldn’t take it anymore as I struggled to catch my breath. My eyes stung with tears, which threatened to burst out. And this time, I let it pour out in sobs, burying my face into my hands.

I didn’t care if I’d cried too much today. It seemed to be the only way to release some of the pain.

Just as I felt like my tears were going to drown me, I heard an incoming footstep.

I sensed Rhett’s presence outside my door, his scent growing stronger. Before I could react, the door was forced open, with him rushing inside.

"Isleen, we need to talk."