Mated To My Boyfrien Chapter 115: Under His Watch

Chapter 115: _Under His Watch

Rhett

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After he shook with laughter when Farkas insisted that he hated Isleen, Farkas stared at him with his brow furrowed in utter bewildernt.

"Rhett?" he finally managed to say. "What’s so funny?"

Rhett shook his head, the laughter slowly subsiding into a chuckle. "Nothing," he said, forcing the amusent from his voice. "Just... sothing crossed my mind."

He cleared his throat. "Look, we need to find

Cora. I want us to get into the new work Aceco threw our way as fast as possible."

Farkas frowned. "I know you’re changing the topic to evade my question by changing the subject."

Argh. Farkas just liked to pry. He was ALWAYS prying. In a good way though. But every ti, he was always t with the sa reaction from Rhett which was mostly silence without providing information or confiding in him aside from work.

Yet, Farkas never gave up on Rhett. There was a reason Rhett didn’t have that many friends and acquaintances. His aloof personality was the main reason.

Farkas sighed. "Fine," he threw his hand listlessly in the air. "I won’t pry. But know this, if you need soone to talk to, soone who won’t judge, soone who..." his voice trailed off, then fird. "I’m here for you, brother."

Rhett finally looked up, gratitude warming his chest despite himself. He nodded at Farkas, unable to find the words to express what he felt. He really didn’t know how to handle his emotions except only with Isleen, of course.

"Alright then," Farkas said, clapping him on the shoulder. "I’ll send one of the n to bring Cora in. Shouldn’t be long." With that, he turned towards the door.

The mont Farkas left, Rhett’s worries settled back on him. His office suddenly felt cramped and suffocating. He stood up, undid a button from his shirt, and began to pace.

Had Kylo arrived? Was Isleen still arrested?

He couldn’t stay cooped up any longer. The need to see her, even from a distance, was overwhelming. And thus, he left his office and strode to the lobby.

Kylo had arrived and was about to hit the pink who had hit Isleen. Normally, Rhett would frown at such an act but right now, he rooted for Kylo to take the punch.

The soldiers wouldn’t let him though, as it should be. He waited until Kylo took the bail of Isleen and her friend and until they left. While they leave, he heard the remarks of the douchebag who dared to hit Isleen rant about being Darius’s nephew.

Now, that was sothing new.

Rhett wasn’t so surprised that a relative of Darius’s could be so rotten and break the pack’s rules. Darius himself was an embodint of rottenness.

Perhaps, this was a way of getting back at the fool.

Rhett strolled to the lobby and went straight to grab the asshole’s chin. The boy was caught off guard and attempted to yank Rhett’s hand off his chin but Rhett caught it in ti.

With vigor, he squeezed the hand until the boy cried out in pain. "Who are you? Are you crazy? Let go of !" He roared.

"Look here. You’ll rot in prison for at least two or three weeks and your precious uncle? He’d never be able to do anything about it even if he tried. I promise you. So suck it up, boy. Or perhaps— convict." Rhett swore at him with a devious glare in his eyes.

Even if the idiot didn’t seem to know who Rhett was, the icy glare Rhett shot him was enough to make him pee his pants.

The station had fallen quiet as all the soldiers watched Rhett lose control and act out of character. They all must have thought he was this pissed because Kylo was involved.

Not in their wildest dreams would they realize that it was because of Kylo’s girlfriend rather.

"Rhett? What are you doing?" Farkas’s blurt ca from the entrance, causing Rhett to drop the trembling punk’s jaw but not without a last devilish glare.

The Moon knows it took him every ounce of control and rationality in him to not totally pounce on this spoiled brat here.

With jaw clenched, he stood up, straightened himself, and turned to in the direction of Farkas’a voice to find him standing by the entrance with Cora who looked like she wanted to be anywhere but here.

"I figured this was very important, so I went to get her myself." Farkas grinned from ear to ear, hands spread out like he’d gone out of his way to impress Rhett.

Rhett rely grunted and turned to Cora whose gaze darted around lazily. Her white garnt was even fuller today, Rhett noted. The fairies really did look like a bunch of priests and priestesses.

"Thanks for coming, Cora," Rhett said, forcing a smile at Cora even if she wasn’t going to see it.

Turning to Farkas, he continued, "Alright then, let’s head to my office and get started."

"Straight away." Farkas winked at him and Rhett rolled his eyes.

As they made to turn the corner and head to Rhett’s office, a prickling unease tugged at Rhett’s senses. He stopped abruptly, brows furrowed.

As if to cent his uneasiness, Did you guys hear that?" Farkas asked.

Cora shook her head. "Nothing out of the ordinary for a station, I don’t think."

But Rhett heard it clear as day. Faint and distant shouts coated with panic. A distinctive tallic sll reached his nostrils – the unmistakable scent of fresh blood.

"I hear it too," Rhett hastily confird, happy that he wasn’t just being edgy.

Before they could react further, another stream of noises erupted in the station itself. Rhett knew it. His fists clenched as he imagined what could have happened.

He and Farkas stord back to the lobby. On getting there, they were t with great shock that caused Rhett’s pulses to throb.

There, in the doorway, stood Alistair with a face pale with shock, cradling a heavily wounded soldier.

"What happened?" Farkas demanded, shoving through the fray.

The wounded soldier coughed, blood bubbling from his lips. "V-vampires... attacking the p-pack..." he gasped out before his head lolled to the side, unconscious.

Rhett’s veins throbbed even further. Vampires were in the pack? Attacking. Again. Under his watch.