Mated To My Boyfrien Chapter 223: He Has To Die

Chapter 223: He Has To Die

The pack soldiers scurrying around the house were the only sound I was able to pick up as I sat there, staring blankly at nothing in particular. So officers surrounded , while one tried calming

down, as I watched them surrounding the building with yellow tape as a cri scene.

It was then that reality hit . Lupe was... Dead.

I’d seen her body lying lifelessly on the floor, while her blood was splattered all around the house. She’d been missing an arm and a leg, and even in death, she still had this terrified look in her eyes that made

know that she’d gone through so much pain at the hands of her murderer.

When I’d scread for help, so concerned passerby had co to support

while calling the pack’s officers. They were busy with their preparations for war, but still managed to show up.

I was lost. Scared. Overriden with guilt and sadness. Lupe didn’t deserve to die.

"Isleen!" Rhett’s voice suddenly bellowed from the entrance of the house, as he rushed towards . "Everything will be alright." He muttered, wrapping his arm around .

I didn’t even have the strength to protest or remind him that we were surrounded by people. I didn’t care.

Feeling Rhett’s arms wrapped around

like a warm blanket managed to make

whimper. Eventually, the tears that I thought I’d been doing a good job holding back poured out like a river.

I placed my face on his shoulder, sobbing to my heart’s content. I just couldn’t take it. Why ? Why Lupe?

"Lupe didn’t... Lupe didn’t deserve to d–die." I mumbled amidst sobs, but even I couldn’t pick up so of the words under his hold.

Luckily, the officers around us paid no heed to us and allowed

to mourn. I squeezed his arms, clutching to it like a life support.

"She didn’t deserve to die, Isleen. But none of it is your fault. I just want you to know that." He blurted silently while brushing my hair tenderly.

We sat there for several minutes and Rhett did nothing but hug . He didn’t say anything, he didn’t even try to get

to stop crying. He just sat there, his strong arms wrapped around , a reminder that he was always there for .

Just when I’d begun sniffling back my snort and tears, an officer walked to us, looking down on

with pity. "Ma’am, I’m sorry but we’ll have to secure the area as a cri scene until we can gather more information about the murder." He paused, looking at Rhett for support.

He sighed before turning to . "He’s right, Isleen. Let’s leave them to do their work. I’ll settle you in a hotel until the place is cleared." He whispered to , again, not caring about the puzzled look of the officers

They were probably wondering why their Gamma was showing so much care to an Oga like . So of them who knew about my past relationship with Kylo were probably also wondering why he was so close to his son’s girlfriend.

To avoid their judgental gazes, I squeezed myself out of Rhett’s embrace and stood up. As I walked towards the door, I took one final glance at Lupe’s dead body, which was now being covered by the coroner detectives.

Argh! Just go Isleen. Get out of there as fast as you can!

With that, I ran out of the house, my destination, unknown. As I sprinted through the sidewalks, I ignored the whispers and judgental words being thrown at . I ignored their gazes, ignored their taunts, ignored their... Fuck it!

"Fuck all of them." I snorted through gritted teeth, as my eyes got watery all over again. But I cleaned off the tears with the back of my sleeve. The tears were only a motivation for

to keep on running.

I could feel my wolf awakening for once, making

faster. The wind carried my hair with it. My eyes dimd to make way for the influx of wind hitting my face. I felt alive. I felt... Free. But at what cost?

The moon goddess, that incompetent betrayer! Yes, you heard . I didn’t care anymore.

Why would she allow us, her children, to suffer so much? Why would she just sit in her higher realm and watch us get slaughtered? Why couldn’t she just do sothing?

As if it were punishnt for the curses I threw at the moon goddess in my mind, I slipped, my wolf finally getting tired. I was about to fall face-first to the ground when a pair of strong arms grabbed

from behind. As if that wasn’t enough, the owner of the hands ran away with , taking

inside a house that seed abandoned.

I recognized this house. It... It was Lupe’s old house! Had I subconsciously run here without warning?

I turned around to get a look at my ’’kidnapper’ but sighed in relief when I saw Rhett.

"Where do you think you’re going?" His face was stern as he folded his arms in front of him. "You’re grieving, Isleen. Don’t let this overwhelm you like Liam’s did. Embrace that grief. Allow yourself to feel it."

The living room of the house was dark because the electricity was out, but was still dimly lit with the sunlight seeping through the windows. The couches and sofas had begun accumulating dust and so parts of the walls were still charred with soot and ash from the last vampire attack.

But I didn’t care as I flopped weakly on a couch. I buried my face in my palms, my mind at a loss.

He said I should ’embrace my grief’? How? How could I do that when it felt so painful? How could I do that when it felt like my heart was about to collapse any second the more I thought about it?

"Ahhhhh!" I scread out in frustration, kicking the center table with rage. But I only managed to hurt my feet in the process, causing

to wince in pain.

"Isleen, stop this!" Rhett reprimanded , quickly rushing to my side to hold . "I didn’t know your friend much but... But I know she had so good in her. And I’m sure she wouldn’t have wanted this."

I drew in deep breaths, my fingers shaking erratically as I tried to control my boiling anger. The bastard who took her life had to die.

"Rhett..." I muttered, swerving my head to him. "That vampire... He has to die. Promise

you’ll fish him out." My voice was icy, surprising even .

He creased his brows worriedly at first but eventually nodded. "I assure you, Isleen. We’ll find him soon enough."

That was all the reassurance I needed as I let myself sleep under his embrace, with only one emotion overwhelming all the others. Revenge.