Mated To My Boyfriend's Dad

Chapter 27: _ Who eats them up?

The next day, he decided.

He was going to claim her. He wouldn’t be able to stand himself if anything happened to his son. Or her. Not while he could prevent it.

It was why he decided to go see her. Truly, he went because he wanted to see her but also got the chance to ask about that suspicious little boy.

What he didn’t expect was the kiss and them getting caught. However, did he regret it?

No.

He didn’t care whenever Kylo learned about it. In fact, the faster, the better. But judging from the little he knew about Isleen, he knew she wouldn’t have gotten the balls to tell Kylo just yet.

He would give her time. He would let her decide on that. He would wait on her. One thing was palpable though. He smiled to himself as he entered his car – the bond was affecting her just as much as it was affecting him.

She’d kiss him raw and needy. He could taste the yearning for him at the tips of her tongue. To the stars, she tasted so good. Rhett began to hysterically laugh to himself.

She desired him.

He drove back to the headquarters, knowing fully well that he was late. He however was glad that he had kick-started his day in such a way. Coated by the sweetness of her lips. He couldn’t shake the image of her, couldn’t ignore the pull she had on him. But that was a story for another day. Right now, duty called.

He pulled into the pack headquarters, the gravel crunching under his tires. Pack soldiers who were patrolling the grounds had their eyes snapping to attention as he emerged from the car. A chorus of salutes greeted him, and Rhett returned them with a nod.

He was barely inside the building when Farkas greeted him with a scowl on his face. "Ah, Rhett! You finally decided to grace us with your presence. I urged you to get some rest but you decided to outdo it, huh?"

Rhett discreetly winced. "Apologies, Farkas. Unexpected matters arose." He kept his voice neutral, avoiding any mention of Isleen.

Farkas shook his head, coming over to give Rhett a pat on the back. "Very well. I’m glad you took enough rest. It’s written all over your face."

"What are you trying to do?" Rhett skilfully dodged Farkas’s touch.

Rolling his eyes, "How about being friendly with my friend?"

"Cut the crap, Farkas." Rhett shook his own shoulders and made for his office while Farkas tagged along.

"Now, Alistair is here with reports from the outposts."

It was then that Rhett saw Alistair standing in front of his office’s door. "Gamma Rhett," he greeted, offering a sharp salute. "Reporting for orders, sir."

"At ease, Alistair," Rhett returned the gesture. "I’m eager to hear the outpost reports."

Together, all three of them entered Rhett’s office. After offering them seats, Alistair began his report.

"Report indicates increased activity near the southern border. We searched further and found a cave which we believe was previously inhabited by vampires. We found traces and scents of vampire blood around the cave. No confirmed threats, but we remain vigilant."

Rhett’s jaw nearly dropped. The vampires had really stepped up their game. "How on earth did they manage to camp in our pack without us noticing?" He blurted out.

"I guess we trusted the fey’s magic so much that we forgot to concede that anyone can be influenced negatively," Farkas said.

Rhett stroked his chin thoughtfully. "Now that we know, we won’t give them any more chances to hide in the shadows of our caves and territory." He nodded.

"The patrols will be more vigorous now, sir. No corner in the pack will be left unguarded." Alistair added.

Rhett looked up. "How about the bones found in the woods? I saw the news."

"Yes, sir. The bones have been taken for autopsy but we believe they belong to a young wolf." Alistair’s voice fell as he reported.

Too many things had been happening right under their noses. "Who or what could be responsible? Is it similar to the case of the female bones we found the last time?"

"Yes, Rhett. The case is almost the same. Although, we’ll know more when the autopsy comes but I’m guessing the kid’s flesh was feasted upon just like the girl’s."

That meant they were dealing with the same enemy. Was that good or bad?

"I want a survey done for every kid in the pack. Check for any recent missing cases filed reports. We must identify who the kid is and see if there’s a connection he or she has with the previous victim." Rhett ordered.

Alistair stood and saluted. "Roger that, sir. I will be on it right away."

With that, Alistair exited the office, leaving Rhett and Farkas alone. Once they were alone in the office, Farkas playfully winked at Rhett.

"So..." He leaned onto the desk. "Care to share what caused that glow on your face this morning, champ?"

Argh. Farkas, please.

"Don’t start with the nonsense, Farkas. Our pack members are in danger. Let’s not jibe around. What’s your take on the issue at the ground?" Rhett shooed. _{𝓷ℴ𝓿𝓹𝓾𝒷.𝓬𝓸𝓂}

Throwing his hands in the air, "That’s it, Rhett! Run away from the effusive topics and hide behind work."

"FARKAS?!"

"Okay, okay. We both know what werewolf blood does to vampires, don’t we?"

"Yes."

"I’d have suggested that it was the work of vampires but, nah. Our blood is toxic to them. So, that leaves vampires out and comes back to us werewolves and the fey. It should be the work of either of us." Farkas reasoned.

That didn’t quite sit well with Rhett. It seemed like the more easier option. Like it was so comfortable to put it that way – as though it was what the culprit wanted them to think. Because they knew the odds and were sure that they wouldn’t want to consider other facts.

"If for one thing, I’ve learned from experience, Farkas. It’s that the easier route to take the investigation and conclude it isn’t always the way. I mean, we could put it like that. It’s the logical reason but I don’t know — it seems so uncomplicated that it makes it more complicated. I don’t know if you get me."

Farkas rolled his eyes playfully. "Relax, Rhett. Don’t get your fur ruffled. The autopsy of the previous victim clearly pointed towards flesh being ripped off, not drained. That rules out vampires, wouldn’t you agree? It’s logical to assume this is another wolf’s doing or the fey."

"The fey don’t shed blood, Farkas."

"Oh, right. A wolf then."

While Farkas’s logic resonated, a prickle of unease ran down Rhett’s spine. His intuition screamed against such a simple conclusion. But, for now, he would let it lie. Until there was logic and evidence, assumption wasn’t a thing during investigations. He knew.

"All the more reason to convene with the fey," Rhett decided. "And if it’s a rogue wolf, it can’t be ours. The Alpha’s aura keeps them in line, and prevents such violence within the pack."

Farkas nodded, stroking his beard thoughtfully. "One step at a time, my friend. Remember, jumping to conclusions clouds judgment. Let’s just follow the procedures. I wonder when you’ll be healed of your overthinking."

"It takes an overthinker to be the military head, Farkas. What time is the meeting with the fey holding?" Rhett demanded, impatience edging into his voice.

"As it happens, some of them are already arriving," Farkas replied, gesturing towards the window.

And they were here discussing about what?

Rhett stood up. "Then what are we waiting for? Lead the way."

It was time to face those weird and strange creatures.

.

As they entered the meeting hall, Rhett and Farkas were met with a sync of both black and white attires. It was so amusing that the elves, as pale as they were would look so interesting in their dark outfits and pointy ears.

The fairies, however, were as cheesy as they’d always been. Their gossamer wings shimmered from the sunlight creeping through the window.

Those creatures were beautiful, Rhett couldn’t agree less. Still, he wanted them as far away from their pack as possible. The pack’s soldiers were guarding all corners of the hall. If violence were to break out, Rhett wondered if they’d win even though the fey wouldn’t shed blood.

The moment he stepped in with Farkas, they all stood up on their feet. The elven ears seemed to arise with them and the fairies, their wings. Rhett wondered if those two elves he’d met at Isleen’s were present. What was she doing with elves anyway?

Argh. She had too many habits that he needed to break. Wait. Why was he thinking of her yet again?

Dang. He was so messed up. Ironically, ever since his meeting with the Holy One, he liked the kind of messed up that he was. It was for a greater cause. It was for the salvation of his kind.

From now on, he would not be ashamed of his fate. No one needed to understand him. But Isleen? He’d try to make her understand. She needed to understand.

Oh, how much he longed for her right now.