Mated To My Boyfriend's Dad

Chapter 223: He Has To Die

The pack soldiers scurrying around the house were the only sound I was able to pick up as I sat there, staring blankly at nothing in particular. Some officers surrounded me, while one tried calming me down, as I watched them surrounding the building with yellow tape as a crime scene.

It was then that reality hit me. Lupe was... Dead.

I’d seen her body lying lifelessly on the floor, while her blood was splattered all around the house. She’d been missing an arm and a leg, and even in death, she still had this terrified look in her eyes that made me know that she’d gone through so much pain at the hands of her murderer.

When I’d screamed for help, some concerned passerby had come to support me while calling the pack’s officers. They were busy with their preparations for war, but still managed to show up.

I was lost. Scared. Overriden with guilt and sadness. Lupe didn’t deserve to die.

"Isleen!" Rhett’s voice suddenly bellowed from the entrance of the house, as he rushed towards me. "Everything will be alright." He muttered, wrapping his arm around me.

I didn’t even have the strength to protest or remind him that we were surrounded by people. I didn’t care.

Feeling Rhett’s arms wrapped around me like a warm blanket managed to make me whimper. Eventually, the tears that I thought I’d been doing a good job holding back poured out like a river.

I placed my face on his shoulder, sobbing to my heart’s content. I just couldn’t take it. Why me? Why Lupe?

"Lupe didn’t... Lupe didn’t deserve to d–die." I mumbled amidst sobs, but even I couldn’t pick up some of the words under his hold.

Luckily, the officers around us paid no heed to us and allowed me to mourn. I squeezed his arms, clutching to it like a life support.

"She didn’t deserve to die, Isleen. But none of it is your fault. I just want you to know that." He blurted silently while brushing my hair tenderly.

We sat there for several minutes and Rhett did nothing but hug me. He didn’t say anything, he didn’t even try to get me to stop crying. He just sat there, his strong arms wrapped around me, a reminder that he was always there for me.

Just when I’d begun sniffling back my snort and tears, an officer walked to us, looking down on me with pity. "Ma’am, I’m sorry but we’ll have to secure the area as a crime scene until we can gather more information about the murder." He paused, looking at Rhett for support.

He sighed before turning to me. "He’s right, Isleen. Let’s leave them to do their work. I’ll settle you in a hotel until the place is cleared." He whispered to me, again, not caring about the puzzled look of the officers

They were probably wondering why their Gamma was showing so much care to an Omega like me. Some of them who knew about my past relationship with Kylo were probably also wondering why he was so close to his son’s girlfriend.

To avoid their judgemental gazes, I squeezed myself out of Rhett’s embrace and stood up. As I walked towards the door, I took one final glance at Lupe’s dead body, which was now being covered by the coroner detectives.

Argh! Just go Isleen. Get out of there as fast as you can!

With that, I ran out of the house, my destination, unknown. As I sprinted through the sidewalks, I ignored the whispers and judgemental words being thrown at me. I ignored their gazes, ignored their taunts, ignored their... Fuck it!

"Fuck all of them." I snorted through gritted teeth, as my eyes got watery all over again. But I cleaned off the tears with the back of my sleeve. The tears were only a motivation for me to keep on running.

I could feel my wolf awakening for once, making me faster. The wind carried my hair with it. My eyes dimmed to make way for the influx of wind hitting my face. I felt alive. I felt... Free. But at what cost?

The moon goddess, that incompetent betrayer! Yes, you heard me. I didn’t care anymore.

Why would she allow us, her children, to suffer so much? Why would she just sit in her higher realm and watch us get slaughtered? Why couldn’t she just do something?

As if it were punishment for the curses I threw at the moon goddess in my mind, I slipped, my wolf finally getting tired. I was about to fall face-first to the ground when a pair of strong arms grabbed me from behind. As if that wasn’t enough, the owner of the hands ran away with me, taking me inside a house that seemed abandoned.

I recognized this house. It... It was Lupe’s old house! Had I subconsciously run here without warning?

I turned around to get a look at my ’’kidnapper’ but sighed in relief when I saw Rhett.

"Where do you think you’re going?" His face was stern as he folded his arms in front of him. "You’re grieving, Isleen. Don’t let this overwhelm you like Liam’s did. Embrace that grief. Allow yourself to feel it."

The living room of the house was dark because the electricity was out, but was still dimly lit with the sunlight seeping through the windows. The couches and sofas had begun accumulating dust and some parts of the walls were still charred with soot and ash from the last vampire attack.

But I didn’t care as I flopped weakly on a couch. I buried my face in my palms, my mind at a loss.

He said I should ’embrace my grief’? How? How could I do that when it felt so painful? How could I do that when it felt like my heart was about to collapse any second the more I thought about it?

"Ahhhhh!" I screamed out in frustration, kicking the center table with rage. But I only managed to hurt my feet in the process, causing me to wince in pain.

"Isleen, stop this!" Rhett reprimanded me, quickly rushing to my side to hold me. "I didn’t know your friend much but... But I know she had some good in her. And I’m sure she wouldn’t have wanted this."

I drew in deep breaths, my fingers shaking erratically as I tried to control my boiling anger. The bastard who took her life had to die. _{𝔫𝖔𝔳𝖕𝖚𝔟.𝔠𝔬𝖒}

"Rhett..." I muttered, swerving my head to him. "That vampire... He has to die. Promise me you’ll fish him out." My voice was icy, surprising even me.

He creased his brows worriedly at first but eventually nodded. "I assure you, Isleen. We’ll find him soon enough."

That was all the reassurance I needed as I let myself sleep under his embrace, with only one emotion overwhelming all the others. Revenge.