Mated To My Boyfriend's Dad

Chapter 220: Strange Visitations

Rhett cleared his throat, preparing himself for her inevitable arrival. He ran his hand through his hair, as his mind went into full gear, trying to figure out why she was here. _{n𝚘𝚟𝚙𝚞𝚋.𝚌o𝚖}

Did something happen? How did she even know that he’d come back? He hadn’t told anyone, not even Farkas. Alpha Beowulf was the only one in the pack who knew of his arrival.

But he didn’t have much time to think about all that as Isleen knocked on his door.

He drew in a deep breath before blurting. "Come in."

The door opened with a click and she walked in, a nervous look on her face. She dressed so simply, wearing a cute denim jacket over a white day dress. Her strawberry blonde hair was made into a single tress, lying over her chest.

That itchy feeling in his throat worsened at that moment, as he gulped to get rid of the dryness he felt. His body tensed up as he gazed at her like this was his first time beholding her presence. How did she always manage to have this effect on him?

"Rhett." She muttered, her cheeks flushing red as she tried her best to keep her eyes on anything but his face.

He couldn’t help smirking smugly to himself. It seemed he also had the same effect on her.

"Isleen." He stood up, his gaze unwavering from her still. His wolf was already growling, urging him to take the first step. To make a move.

So he did just that, turning around the table until nothing was obstructing him from grabbing her and overwhelming her with kisses. Scratch that, he could do more than just ’kisses’.

Without warning, he took another step. Then another. He inched closer and closer, his pupils dilating with desire when he saw her showing no sign of resistance. When he finally got to her, he teased her, making sure his hot breath touched her neck.

Their eyes met, as he peered deep into hers. Those eyes would be the death of him. He gulped, unable to contain himself anymore. He finally gave in, his lips meeting her’s in a wet kiss that sent a surge of electricity down his body.

He groaned, biting her lower lip softly as his hands went to her waist. She moaned softly in response, as her hands explored his chest. She gripped it like she wanted to rip it right off his body. Things got even more heated when she pushed him to the table behind them.

He smirked smugly, as he began unbuttoning his shirt. Fuck it, he’ll have her right here in his office. They’d be quick with it and no one would interrupt. Or so he thought...

"Gamma, sir, I have a report on the runnings of the precinct during your absence. May I come in?" A knock sounded on the door, the voice of one of Farkas’s assistants coming from the other side.

Faster than the wind, Isleen jumped off his body, as she struggled to straighten her dress.

As for Rhett, he hastily rearranged his tie, before coughing awkwardly. "Uhh, don’t worry. Tell Farkas I’ll meet him to review them later."

The soldier paused for a good three seconds, causing Rhett to hold his breath.

Did he perhaps suspect something? He couldn’t afford any gossip of his meetings with Isleen leaking out. Or rather, she couldn’t. He honestly didn’t care anymore and wanted to just announce that she was his mate to the pack. Scratch that, the whole world.

Finally, the soldier spoke again. "Understood, sir."

With that, Rhett and Isleen were left alone, as they both simultaneously sighed in relief. Their eyes met soon after and she ended up bursting into laughter, trying hard to keep it in.

Seeing her laugh did something to him. It flipped a switch, causing him to grin widely.

"I can see you’re doing quite well, my little Omega." He teased smugly.

She rolled her eyes before taking a seat. "You don’t look so bad yourself, old man."

His eyes widened in surprise as she burst into laughter again. Old man? So that’s how she wants to play it, huh?

"If I’m so old." He teased, his voice oozing pure, unbridled desire. "Then how about you call me ’daddy’ next time I manage to have you under me?"

He almost burst into his own fit of laughter when her pupils dilated in shock, as her face flushed red with embarrassment. She tried diverting her gaze away from him, but it was then he stepped away from his seat and held her face tenderly, a slight chuckle escaping his lips.

"You can call me whatever you want, darling." He cooed with the sweetest voice he could muster, his eyes going from her eyes to her neck.

His mate mark was still there, though it was now fainter than before. But to his surprise, she didn’t cover it up as usual.

His eyes narrowed as he lifted his gaze back to hers. "You... you didn’t cover up the mark again? What’s the occasion?"

A smile curved up the corner of her lips, as she placed a finger on his nose. "That’s why I’m here, dear Gamma." She paused, seeming to remember something. Then she sighed before adding. "Well, that’s part of why I’m here anyway. I’m mainly here to confide in you about something. And to confirm something."

Noticing how serious her tone became, he coughed before walking back to his seat. After sitting, he asked curiously. "And what might that be? You know you can tell me anything, right?"

He was glad with how open Isleen seemed to be getting with him. She was letting herself get vulnerable around him, instead of masking it with her usual sarcasm. She was making it harder and harder for him to keep their relationship a secret. She was just too perfect.

Anyway, she seemed hesitant but finally spoke with an uncertain voice. "Back when... ’Liam’ was still around." She paused, her eyes becoming gloomy at the mention of that name. He had to reach out from across the table, holding her hand and caressing it. It was his little way of showing her that he cared and was always there with her, even if he didn’t show it much. She gave him a grateful smile before continuing. "When he was still around, I used to have this strange experience during some nights. I have these... dreams of you coming up to me and... you know."

She blushed, making him understand what she meant almost instantly. He found it hard to believe that she was the one who initiated their first sex.

"Anyway, these dreams were always so realistic and I ended up believing that it was you coming into my room to tease me, making me anxious. I didn’t know how to tell you all these while until... until it happened again. A few nights ago." She paused, looking away awkwardly.

Rhett’s brows snapped into a frown as he spoke cautiously. "That sounds... intriguing. But, trust me, I’ve never done anything to you without your consent. I’m not that kind of man, you should know that."

He couldn’t help going deep in thought at that moment. It was all adding up now. He had a feeling that he knew who was behind this.