Mated To My Boyfriend's Dad

Chapter 232: Conflict Between the Wolves and Fey

Cullen was fast. Like... So fast that he took the lead, skillfully rushing past the representatives who were still struggling to reach the starting line to hand over their bags to their teammates.

His speed almost seemed like a... Nah.

Before Kylo’s mind could point him to an unnerving possibility, Cullen slowed down, and soon enough some other people ran past him. It seemed his speed just now had just been a short burst.

"Hmph. It seems the twink is more impressive than I thought." Osmond muttered at the side as he stared intently at Cullen.

All the enlisted soldiers were wearing uniforms consisting of a camouflage T-shirt and khaki pants, matching with a pair of boots.

Cullen’s uniform hugged his body tightly, showcasing his lean muscle build. At that moment, Kylo’s mind went to last night and a blush crept up his face.

No! There was nothing between the two of them. It had just been a one-night fling. Yes, that’s right...

"You feeling okay, Kylo?" Suddenly, Osmond asked, arching an eyebrow toward him. "Your face is redder than a tomato right now. Are you... Blushing?"

Kylo’s heart leaped into his throat as he struggled to find his voice. "W– what? No, of course not. I’m just... I’m just feeling a little nauseous."

He looked away, trying to hide his face from Osmond and Celest.

Argh, fuck this shit!

Cullen finally came back, taking third place. He handed the backpack to Celest, a smug grin on his face. "Good luck." He winked at him.

Ugh, the dude was such a flirt, it was gross!

Celest nervously took the bag, drawing in a deep breath before strapping it to his back. He struggled at first but eventually found his footing and ran.

He actually exceeded Kylo’s expectations. When he began running back, he cheered him on, a smile on his face.

Finally, it was his turn. He took the bag, sprinting as fast as he could.

The wind blew against his face as he ran forward, his eyes fixed on the finish line ahead. As he ran, he couldn’t help wondering if his father was watching him right now.

What was his old man thinking? Perhaps he thought he was slow. Maybe, he was disappointed at his skills.

But Kylo didn’t care. He’d show him.

His inner wolf growled as he pushed himself to the very limits, sprinting past everyone in his way. He finally reached the other side and then turned back, sprinting for the starting point.

This was it. This was his chance to prove himself. His legs got a boost from his wolf as he growled, running past several people.

A smirk crept up his lips. He was going to win it. His team was going to win.

Meanwhile, he glanced up to see his father’s face but almost tripped when he didn’t see him. He was gone. The only person standing on the stage now was Aceco, who gave him a quick impressed nod.

However, his short moment of hesitation allowed others to run past him, and he ended up coming in fourth.

"Good job, you all!" Aceco smiled warmly, addressing all of them when the race had finally concluded. "This race was meant to test not just your speed, but also your strength and endurance, with the backpacks acting as a weight. And though we had winners and losers, you all did good!"

Kylo scoffed. The contrast between Aceco and Gamma Rhett was almost palpable. His father would’ve spoken to them way differently if he were here.

Just then, a hand raised into the air, signaling the fairy healer. She glanced at the person, before speaking with her usual smile. "Yes? Do you have a question?"

Kylo strained his neck through the crowd to get a glimpse of whoever raised their hand. He finally spotted the person, a wolf among the enlisted soldiers who looked like he was in his thirties.

"Uhh... Your grace–" The wolf began awkwardly, but Aceco interrupted him with a hearty chuckle.

By the moon, the woman was such a breath of fresh air.

Eventually, Aceco corrected the wolf calmly. "Please, don’t call me that. I’m not the fairy queen, and neither am I royalty of any kind. I’m just a humble messenger. You can address me by my name."

Powerful. Beautiful. But yet still so humble. Kylo would be surprised if the fairy healer was single, though she didn’t seem like the kind of person interested in such mundane things as relationships.

The wolf went ahead with his question. "Aceco, ma’am, where’s Gamma Rhett? He was standing right beside you during the exercise."

The other enlisted soldiers mumbled among themselves, acknowledging his observation.

Yeah, no shit captain obvious.

"Oh, Gamma Rhett had to go attend to something back in the pack. He’ll be back later, but for now, he’s entrusted me to guide you all." Aceco explained, easing the tension of many of the others.

However, Kylo’s brows creased into a frown. His father went to the pack to attend to... "Something"? Could it be he went to check up with Isleen?

Oh, that sneaky bastard!

Just then, another voice spoke loudly from among the crowd. "Mistress Aceco, don’t you think it was a bit unfair on the fey to carry such heavy bags while running against the wolves? We aren’t exactly known for our physical strength, you know." The man who spoke was obviously a fey, even though Kylo couldn’t see where he was in the crowd.

The murmurings only increased now, as fey and wolves alike argued the Fey’s words.

Aceco didn’t intervene at first, watching them intently instead.

"Things are about to escalate." Cullen suddenly muttered with a mischievous smirk as he watched the happenings around him.

Right on cue, an annoying voice spoke up from among the crowd. "If you have that sentiment, then you fey shouldn’t even be a part of this war. You’ll be nothing but fodder against the vampires and a hindrance to us wolves."

Kylo recognized that voice a little too well. Drach. The late Beta’s stupid nephew.

What was he even doing volunteering at this camp? He thought he’d heard that the clown was visiting from another pack or something.

The fey around didn’t take Drach’s words kindly and soon, it caused a full-blown argument. The crowd of enlisted soldiers was thrown into chaos, just like Cullen had predicted barely a minute ago.

However, Aceco’s voice suddenly grew stern as she ordered. "Enough!"

Her voice was laced with a sort of calming magic, causing decorum to descend on the enlisted soldiers. Even Kylo felt a sudden wave of calmness wash over him, tingling his insides.

Looks like the Beta’s nephew was in a world of trouble.