Mated To My Boyfriend's Dad

Chapter 85: _ Will Die To Protect Her

All these while and all he should have done was to interrogate Isleen. Liam’s brother who died during the attack was also somehow connected to Isleen indirectly too.

The dead teacher did too. Now, a woman in her street. He hoped to hell that this victim had never in any way interacted with Isleen.

If she had, it meant something was linking Isleen to some of these deaths. Perhaps, they had more than one killer. Maybe one was connected to Isleen in some way and the other, the random killer.

He knew good people when he saw them, so he knew Isleen was one. If not too good for her own good. But something was connecting some of these killings to her and he better find out what or who before someone else cracked it and it got her in trouble.

People like Principal Thorne would get her in trouble. For her, he needed to solve this case and save her from whatever impending danger. He had no idea why but he could sense it– almost feel it.

This danger. It was coming.

Finally, they arrived at the crime scene which was a two-story house with yellow police tape cordoning off the perimeter. A knot of dread tightened in Rhett’s stomach. As he stepped out of the van, his gaze darted towards Isleen’s apartment building across the street.

If something had happened in a house so close to hers, was she safe?

He forced himself to focus on the task at hand. A few officers were already there, taking statements and managing the scene.

Rhett approached them and asked the first question burning on his tongue.

"Who’s the victim?" he inquired, his voice clipped.

The soldier saluted Rhett. "Name’s Brenda Marie Beasley, sir. She was bitten, sir. Blood sucked dry."

What the–?

Blood sucked dry just like the teacher’s. This further solidified his suspicions about Isleen being an element of connection to these two deaths.

Principal Thorne might have been a jerk but it seemed his conspiracy theory had set Rhett on a path that he had almost allowed to slip his fingers.

This new victim was Isleen’s neighbor. The other was her colleague. Could it be that someone– maybe they had a rogue among them who wanted to take out the Omega?

Just like last the past with her parents...

He sincerely hoped she didn’t share any relationship with this new victim. Perhaps, if she had never spoken to this woman before, his doubts would be relinquished.

But if she had...

No. He didn’t want to think of the worst-case scenario.

Yet, his sixth sense was telling him something– telling him that Isleen might not be safe. It was his duty to keep her safe.

"And where is the body?" Asked Alistair.

The soldier whose name was Jenkins answered swiftly. "Gamma Rhett likes to get a look of the body at the scene in its actual position, so it’s still there."

Good; Rhett thought.

All of his soldiers knew and were following him as they should.

"Lead us there." He ordered.

Rhett’s gut clenched like a fist as Jenkins led him and Alistair past the uniformed officers. He had a single image burned into his mind – Isleen, alone and vulnerable, murdered in cold blood, sucked dry...

...He’d die before that could happen to her. Before he could let that happen to her.

As Jenkins led them into the house, a familiar feeling warmed over Rhett. Isleen’s scent aggressively attacked his nose, sending his wolf purring awake. Longing choked him at that instant, leaving him momentarily forgetting about duty.

It almost seemed as though Isleen was within reach. Like he could practically touch her. Where was she?

She was within the perimeter for sure.

He wasn’t aware that he’d halted until Alistair spoke in front of him. "Sir?"

He looked up and found Alistair and Jenkins waiting and watching him with interested gazes.

Rhett snapped out of his little trance and forced his shoulders up. "Sorry. I was trying to piece some things together."

"No, not that sir." Said, Alistair. "Look." He pointed in front of him and Rhett sucked in breath at what he saw.

There was a rustle from the living room that drew their attention. He turned to see Isleen and a young girl wrapped tightly in her arms. The girl had her face hidden in Isleen’s shoulder and her body wracked with sobs. Isleen’s face, on the other hand, was pale with shock ebbed across her features. _{𝖓𝔬𝔳𝖕𝖚𝖇.𝖈𝔬𝔪}

She looked so sad but that sadness bloomed into shock and fear when their eyes collided. Why was Isleen scared of him?

No. She wasn’t scared of him but her own reactions to his presence.

Now, it’d be a battle of trying to focus on duty and trying hard not to go wrap her in his arms. He wanted to pull that girl, whoever she was away from Isleen’s arms and bury his face in her shoulders instead.

However, more than anything, a spark of fear blossomed within him. This– must be the daughter of the victim. The one trembling with tears, intertwined in Isleen’s arms must have been the one who lost her mother.

Didn’t this mean Isleen had a more personal relationship with them?

Didn’t this mean Isleen had had an encounter with the victim?

Oh, heavens. No. No. No.

Isleen must not be linked with these victims in any way. He couldn’t help but feel like this was bigger than it seemed.

Now, to cement that hunch of his, he needed one more thing. To know if the deceased had in any way bullied Isleen just like the deceased teacher.

He’d have to interrogate Isleen to know. How would he do that without scaring her? He didn’t want to scare her. He only wanted to protect her.

Now, Alistair called his attention to her because they all knew she was his son’s girlfriend. He really wished to shove that up Alistair’s throat right now and tell them all that she was his.

His only. His marked mate.

Just when he tried to muster up a small smile to acknowledge her, she spoke formally.

"Hello, Gamma Rhett."