Mated To My Boyfriend's Dad

Chapter 235: Finding Peace

As Kylo watched her run away, everyone else around her was almost non-existent in his eyes. His wolf pushed him to chase after her and get to know her more.

But he had to hold himself back. If truly she was his mate, they’d cross paths again soon enough.

It seemed she was headed for the busiest part of the pack, filled with high-class hotels and businesses mostly run by fey. He’ll go searching there before the break is over, but first...

"Let’s go home." He muttered to Cullen as he turned toward the opposite direction and began walking.

However, Cullen just had to ruin the mood that Dew’s presence brought him.

"Did I just witness a real-life Bollywood romance come to life?" He teased, placing a palm on his shoulder. "The chemistry between you and that girl was crazy. But does this mean she’ll replace us?"

Kylo rolled his eyes, shoving Cullen’s palm away from his shoulder. "There was never an ’us’ Cullen. And there never will be. We’re just friends, and that’s where it ends." He stated firmly, leaving no room for rebuttal.

Cullen gasped dramatically but then grinned slyly. "Oh, so you now see me as a friend, eh?"

"Fuck off, Cullen," Kylo grunted, causing the latter to laugh as they walked to Gamma Rhett’s house.

Once they got there, Kylo didn’t even bother knocking but instead opened the door. However, the moment he stepped in, he smelt something.

It was faint now, but something horrible had happened here. He could smell the faint smell of... Blood. Wolf’s blood.

This took his mind to the other day when he’d smelt the same thing in his room before the enlistment program began.

Just then, before he could think deeper about this, his eyes landed on Isleen sitting comfortably on a sofa. She got up, greeting Cullen who was behind him, but her gaze lingered on him for a while.

Seeing her now, after everything he’d found out about her, made his stomach churn. He felt like he was going to puke any minute.

He didn’t know how Cullen did it, but he couldn’t pretend like he and Isleen were still ’cool’. So, just when she turned her gaze to him and opened her mouth to say something, he walked past her, heading to the kitchen without looking back.

"Is everything okay with Kylo?" He heard her ask Cullen, causing a pang of rage to bubble in his chest. But he ignored her comment and proceeded to the kitchen anyway.

Is everything okay? No, Isleen, everything was not ’okay’. She dared to sleep around with his dad and ask if everything was ’okay’.

When Kylo got to the kitchen, he quickly grabbed a bottle of scotch whiskey from his dad’s cabinet and poured a glass for himself. His old man had told him several times to never touch his liquor, but he didn’t care right now.

He needed to think straight. His head throbbed so much that it felt like it was about to explode.

Having that cheater here was a mistake. But he couldn’t blame himself... He was just trying to be nice. To show her a little kindness and show her that he still cared. And what had she been doing in return?

"Fuck you, Isleen Gracia." He shook his head, muttering to himself as he chugged down a whole glass of whiskey.

The sharp burning after taste that it left in his throat did little to ease the burning sensation coming from his heart. He needed to drink more.

He’d never been the type to waste himself on alcohol, but yet here he was. Hurray for Kylo Dark Water!

He poured himself another glass and was about to drink it all when a voice that he’d hoped wouldn’t talk to him right now spoke from the kitchen door.

"Kylo?" Isleen called hesitantly, her tone laced with uncertainty. "Are you... Are you okay?"

Argh! Again with that god damned question! He couldn’t face her right now so he had only one option. Ignore her existence until she gets tired and leaves him alone.

But, she was relentless, trying to get him to talk. When he couldn’t take it anymore and tried walking away from the kitchen, she held him back.

He’d remembered seeing her in this same kitchen looking like she was about to take her own life. He’d been there to comfort her. To assure her that everything would be alright.

But now?

"Why don’t you go talk to my dad instead?" Kylo turned his icy gaze to her and spat, but almost regretted it when he saw the hurt popping up on her face.

Almost.

That regret soon turned to disdain when he watched her struggling to speak, as she tried avoiding his gaze. The actions of a guilty person!

"W– what do you mean by that, Kylo?" She dared to ask.

Oh, he’d tell her alright.

He yanked his arm off her grip and was about to reveal everything he knew when Cullen stepped in, holding his shoulder from behind.

He turned to face him but drew in a deep breath when he saw him shaking his head discreetly.

Cullen was right. Gosh, what is he thinking? He had to pretend like he didn’t know anything... For now.

Without another word, he walked away, but then accidentally dropped his glass. The sharp sound of the glass shattering caused him to jump a little, but then he groaned in frustration.

Ugh! What a waste of perfectly good whiskey.

He went upstairs, heading to his room before locking himself in.

"Don’t let her get into your head, Kylo." He brushed his hand through his hair as he stepped away from the door, talking to himself. "You’re stronger than that. Just take a step back..."

With a frustrated sigh, he went into the bathroom and washed his face. He stared into the mirror, watching his reflection staring back at him. But he could barely recognize the man who stared back at him.

The man who stared back at him had dark circles around his eyes due to the nights he’d spent without sleeping back at the camp.

He needed a break. A release. He needed her... Wait, what?

All of a sudden, his wolf was making leaps of excitement within him when he thought about her. Dew. He needed to go find her.

Yes! That would get his mind off Isleen.