Mated To My Boyfriend's Dad

Chapter 240: Nowhere Is Safe

Rhett

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Talking with Isleen after everything that happened last night had been a mood booster. But after she’d left the precinct, he still had to visit one last person.

The Alpha.

He parked his car in front of Beowulf’s mansion, sighing deeply as he gazed at the towering structure. The mansion felt like a completely different world from the pack.

After getting past the guards and security details, he went straight to the Alpha’s study room where he met him sitting quietly after he’d ushered him in.

Just then, Alpha Beowulf raised his head away from the book in his hands and smiled slightly. "Ahh, Gamma Rhett. Please, have a seat."

The man seemed rather calm and cheery for someone who’d just lost his father-in-law.

Rhett sat down on a free chair, taking in the view of the magnificent study room. He was impressed.

The study room was filled with rows upon rows of books, lined up on high shelves that almost touched the ceiling.

Beowulf was standing on top of a rolling ladder, skimming through a book before his arrival. But now, he dropped the book back in its row and climbed down from the ladder.

"So, I believe you have the reports of everything that happened last night," Beowulf uttered, sitting on a cushioned chair that was designed like a throne.

Hmph... The man had an expensive taste.

Rhett cleared his throat before dropping a log book on the table. He’d stayed up all night, meticulously writing down every detail of what happened during the vampires’ attack.

He’d neglected his sleep, but it wouldn’t be a first for him anyway.

Beowulf picked up the log book, merely skimming through the details before dropping it back on the table.

"Good job." He blurted calmly. "But now, I want a vivid description from you. You know, just to get details of what happened."

Rhett’s brows deepened into a frown. "A vivid description? With all due respect Alpha, everything that happened is right there in the log book. I didn’t leave out any details."

He’d almost forgotten how annoying the Alpha was. Darius had been the bane of his career, but Alpha Beowulf was a brick wall, refusing to view things from his perspective and taking a ’modern’ approach to things.

"I insist, Rhett." The Alpha’s tone was flat, almost devoid of emotion. But it held a coldness that Rhett didn’t miss.

He took a mental note before explaining everything that happened... Including Aceco’s arrival and their suspicion that someone among the enlisted soldiers was the shapeshifting vampire in disguise.

But he was careful not to mention that Cullen was their suspect.

There was something off with the Alpha, but he couldn’t quite place his fingers on it. But he had his guard up.

There was still the threat of a potential traitor in their midst and his former bet had been on Beta Darius... Who was now nothing but a shriveled corpse.

"Oh, so Aceco has placed a protective veil around the camp?" Beowulf mused out loud. "Excellent. Good job, Rhett. That’ll be all for now."

Rhett nodded in response as he stood up to take his leave. However, he paused, deciding to show a little concern.

"How’s the Luna coping with the news of her father’s demise?" He asked curiously.

Darius had been a prick, but he’d been a prick with a family. He left behind his daughter who seemed to have been really close with him.

"She’s obviously shattered. She’s still in denial and has locked herself up in her quarters." Beowulf sighed, a wry smile on his face. "But she’ll come around."

Rhett nodded his understanding before uttering a prayer. "May the moon goddess guide her heart to bear the loss."

After a few more exchanges, Rhett was finally able to take his leave. However, when he got to the precinct, he was greeted with disturbing news.

"A murder has been reported, Rhett." Farkas had a troubled look on his face as he met him giving out orders at a corner. "And it happened... It happened in your residence."

Rhett blinked erratically as his heart dropped. A murder at his residence? Did that mean... Isleen!

Without explaining anything to Farkas, he rushed out of the precinct and jumped into his car.

He hit the ignition and sped as fast as he could to his house, almost bumping into civilians and other vehicles in the process.

But he damned the consequences, gritting his teeth to hold back his rage.

If that deranged bloodsucker dared lay a finger on his mate, he would break off his fangs and use them to gouge out his eyes.

"But how?" He muttered to himself as he got closer to his house. "If Cullen is the vampire, I saw him today back at the camp. He participated in the exercise, so when was he able to leave and do something like this?"

The situation was dire. People had gathered around the house, watching from a distance as the place was covered in yellow tape marking it as a crime scene.

If the vampire could attack his house in broad daylight, then nowhere was safe. They needed to fish him out... Fast.

"Isleen!" He yelled out when he got to the entrance of the house and spotted Isleen sitting weakly. "Are you okay?" He asked after rushing to her side, but she didn’t respond.

Not knowing what else to do, Rhett drew her close, comforting her in his embrace. "Everything will be alright."

His heart melted when she sobbed into his chest. He brushed her hair, giving her a listening ear as she lamented about her friend’s death.

The dead body on the other side of the room belonged to Lupe. He remembered how the girl had been a blabber mouth, judging him alongside Cullen.

But he never held it against her, and she’d been through a lot, especially after her mother’s death.

Isleen was right, this wasn’t fair. None of it was. The pack had to suffer the loss of its members—friends, families, and loved

ones—while the killer roamed out there freely.

No. He had to put an end to it. For Isleen.