Mated To My Boyfriend's Dad

Chapter 254: Sit Down And Listen

"By the moon..." Isleen whispered from where she sat, covering her mouth with her hands. "I... I think I’ve met that girl before. Once. She was so nice to me but we never had the chance to talk again."

Kylo’s eyes twitched. He clenched his jaw as he held his chest, in a desperate move to control his breathing. This couldn’t be happening.

Dew... His Dew... Was dead.

"Fuck..." He muttered as he brushed his hand through his hair. "Fuck!" He yelled out, as he moved toward a sofa.

He kicked it, managing to move it to the other side of the living room in the process. Isleen jumped out of where she sat, startled.

"K–Kylo?" She muttered with a shaky tone. "Kylo, is something wrong?"

He ignored her as he paced around the living room. He felt his eyes stinging and getting hot. With tears.

Soon enough, the tears started streaming down like a river.

"Kylo, oh my gosh... Are you crying?" Isleen rushed to him, placing her palm on his shoulder. "Did... Did you know her? Did you know Dew?"

He didn’t even have the strength or will to get her hand off his shoulder. He was lost. It seemed his life was cursed.

He’d barely known Dew for a day. Heck, for a few hours! Was someone out to get him?

Just then, Cullen walked down into the living room, but Kylo didn’t even turn to look him in the face. He just stood there, his eyes still glued to the television.

"A statement has been made by the Gamma. He’s suggested that this was yet again, another vampire attack." The reporter continued speaking. "The hotel has been closed down and all citizens are advised to remain indoors as much as possible during these times. Always move in groups. Always work in groups..."

The reporter continued talking, but his voice became distant as Kylo went into thought.

This... This was just proof of his father’s incompetence! The man had been busy frolicking with his ex-girlfriend and was now soft. Distracted.

"Kylo..." Cullen suddenly blurted behind him. "You need to calm down. Think... Who is responsible for this?"

Responsible? The fucking vampire out there was responsible! He’d find the bastard and kill him.

"Kylo..." Isleen muttered at his left side, grabbing his left shoulder gently. "What happened to Dew... Was terrible. I don’t even know where to begin. But, you need to think rationally here. The pack officials, especially your father, will solve this case and bring the killer to book."

Kylo closed his eyes, trying to control his thoughts. It was a hard task with Cullen and Isleen’s ranting.

Cullen placed a palm on his right shoulder, whispering into his ear. "The pack officials have failed us all. The Gamma and Alpha have been corrupted. Don’t you remember how the pack soldiers were sent to protect the Alpha’s ass during the last attack while innocent civilians were slaughtered?"

He was right. The higher-ups were corrupt. He’d looked up to his father, the Gamma, thinking he was the only good link among them. It seemed he was wrong.

"Kylo, no." Isleen clutched his left arm tighter. "It’s not your father’s fault. He... He’s trying his best. The pack officials are trying their best, but this vampire is way too dangerous and cunning. You have to have hope in them again."

Kylo clenched his fists. Hope? He’d had hope before. He’d found peace, but now...? That peace had been snatched away from him.

Dew had been taken away from him. And even though the pack officials didn’t take her life with their own hands, their incompetence still contributed to her death.

"You have to take back what’s yours," Cullen whispered into his ears just then. "Think Kylo, are you just going to sit back and watch everything you love slip away from your hands? Or are you going to fight?"

Fight? Did he have the strength to fight?

"C– Cullen, what the heck?" Isleen obviously couldn’t take it anymore and latched out at Cullen. "What is your goal here?"

Cullen sniggered in reply. "I could ask you the same thing, Megami."

Okay, that was enough.

Kylo dragged his arms out of their grip and moved away. At the end of the day, none of them would understand. None of them knew what he was going through. The loneliness he’d been dealing with for years.

But he knew what he must do now. He’d go have a little chat with his father. Give him a piece of his mind.

After dressing up in his room, he ran downstairs and grabbed his phone which was still on the floor. Luckily, it hadn’t broken or anything.

Cullen and Isleen were still standing there and turned to face him. He didn’t look at them for long and headed for the living room door. After opening it and stepping outside, he noticed how scanty the pack was.

People had obviously heard the news and had locked themselves indoors. It was almost like a lockdown.

There were only a few people on the sidewalks and fewer vehicles moving around. He turned his gaze toward his destination. The pack’s station.

As he walked there, he tried regulating his breathing as he remembered Dew. He remembered everything from her cute little giggle to her smile that always managed to melt his heart.

His eyes became watery again, but he hurriedly used the back of his hand to clean off the tears. His wolf was also affected, howling despondently as if grieving their mate.

Soon, he got to the precinct and headed straight for his father’s office. There were only a few soldiers since many had been deployed to the front lines of the war against the vampires. Perfect.

Some of the soldiers acknowledged his presence and didn’t even try stopping him or questioning him as he walked toward his father’s office.

Without knocking, he barged into the room and soon after, his eyes landed on his father, who was looking through some files. He was alone.

His father raised his head away from the files, his face laced with surprise. "K– Kylo? What are you doing here?"

Kylo folded his arms after locking the door behind him. "We need to talk, dad."

Gamma Rhett sighed, shaking his head. "I don’t have time for that, Kylo. Can’t your ’talk’ wait t–" his father swallowed his words when his eyes landed on what Kylo had in store for him.

A dagger.

"I’ll sit down and listen if I were you." He muttered coldly, pointing the dagger at his old man’s face.