Chapter 90: _Inching Closer
The room fell silent as Gamma Rhett’s booming laughter echoed through the space. I almost couldn’t believe my ears. This aloof man who had probably forgotten how smile was... laughing?
Even Lupe seed to have forgotten her grief as she turned to him in utter surprise, mouth agape, and eyes widened. The soldiers also had their eyes bulging out in surprise as they watched their Gamma raked with laughter.
Here was the stoic Gamma Rhett, the man known for his icy deanor, erupting in unexpected gaiety and for what...?
Just because I was rude to him?
As quickly as it started, though, the laughter vanished, leaving behind a ghost of a smile on his face that disappeared the mont he realized everyone was staring.
He cleared his throat, regaining his composure. "My apologies," he rumbled, his voice regaining its usual sternness. "Now, Isleen, what were your thoughts on Mrs. Brenda, Lupe’s mother?"
I blinked, thrown off by the sudden shift in his expression. It was almost scary to see the man who had been shaking with laughter suddenly frowning and serious.
Gamma Rhett would almost give
the goosebumps.
Finally, "Honestly, I didn’t know her well. We only t once." I said.
"Did you speak with her during that encounter?" Gamma Rhett pressed.
I furrowed my brow. This line of questioning felt oddly specific. Where was it leading to? "Yes," I admitted cautiously.
"And what was your impression of her during this encounter?" Gamma Rhett tapped his pen impatiently, and leaned forward with sharp eyes.
I took a step back. What was he doing leaning forward to ?
I glanced at Lupe again. She was talking quietly to Liam now, a small smile playing on her lips. A warmth blood in my chest, a foreign sensation that both surprised and confused . At least, she was talking now - the poor girl.
Taking a deep breath, I turned back to Gamma Rhett.
"I’d rather not say," I said carefully.
He visibly bristled. "Isleen," he began, a low groan edging into his voice, "if we’re going to get to the bottom of this, cooperation is crucial. That’s why I’m personally handling the investigation. Now, please answer the question."
I considered his words and I saw the frustration evident in his chiseled face. I didn’t want to give a bad statent about Lupe’s mother but if Gamma Rhett was insisting like this, I guess I had to be truthful.
Finally, I sighed. "Look," I started, choosing my words carefully, "Mrs. Brenda– well, she didn’t exactly make the best first impression. But that’s not important."
"Every detail is important," he countered, his jaw clenched. "Now, if you’ll just tell —"
"Alright," I began, bracing myself. "Mrs. Brenda, well, she kind of... verbally bullied .
Gamma Rhett’s face, to my surprise contorted in a twinkle of sothing akin to horror. "Verbally bullied you?" he repeated, his voice tight with a strange emotion.
Was I missing sothing?
"Yeah," I mumbled, feeling strangely exposed. "She– well, she said I wasn’t worthy enough to be raising Liam."
A wave of nausea washed over
as I saw the full impact of my words. Gamma Rhett’s face had gone pale, his eyes wide with a mix of shock and – anger?
I didn’t think. I wasn’t thinking. I just knew I hated to see that look on his face. I didn’t like him looking like he’d been hit with a wave of terrification.
"Are you alright?" I reached out a doubtful hand towards him, concern warring with the sudden awkwardness that filled the air within .
His gaze snapped to mine, and for a breathless mont, we were locked in a silent stare. The air suddenly felt suffocating. My wolf began to tell
that I needed to suck in air from his mouth.
By the way, he seed lost looking into my eyes, I knew a mix of emotions was swirling around us. Our faces were inches apart, the attraction between us palpable.
And then, for a while, we forgot we weren’t alone. We forgot about Lupe’s presence, about Liam’s, and about the pack soldiers’.
Our faces began to inch closer, our desires asking for more, and we? We were ready to give it. until...
Suddenly, the younger soldier who ca with Gamma Rhett initially cleared his throat loudly. "General Farkas called, sir," he announced. "He said the Alpha is ready and waiting."
The young soldier’s interruption broke whatever had just transpired between us. Gamma Rhett pulled back abruptly, sheepishly arranging his jacket for no reason.
"Oh, right. Tell him I’ll be there in a jiffy," he instructed with a strained voice.
He then turned back to , his eyes searching mine.
"One last thing, Isleen. Was Liam with you when Mrs. Brenda Maria Beasley made those comnts?"
Look at him calling out her full na.
I frowned. How did this question pertain to the case? "Yes, he was."
Rhett scribbled furiously in his notepad. "And was Liam present on any other occasion when you encountered him?– difficulties with Mr. Fenrir?"
What the actual heck?
My jaw dropped. Why was Gamma Rhett always keen on Liam?
My boy was just a small innocent boy. Why couldn’t he just let him be? Shock rendered
speechless for a mont.
Gamma Rhett, however, seed to be losing patience.
"Look, Isleen," he said, his voice clipped. "I don’t have all day. Just answer the question."
Anger flared within . What was his deal exactly? This line of questioning was absurd!
"Why does that matter?" I demanded, my voice rising. "Don’t you think you’re focusing on completely irrelevant details?"
Just then, Gamma Rhett’s hand shot out and grabbed my wrist. He stared daggers into my eyes, his grip tightening around my wrist. His eyes held a fierce intensity that sent shivers down my spine.
"Answer , Isleen!" he commanded sternly.
I wasn’t ready for his sternness or that command. I’d never be ready for them. I jumped in a yelp, gaining the attention of everyone in the room once again. However, those stares seed to give
a little edge.
I shouldn’t look so timid. Who did he think he was, grabbing
like that? Jerking my hand free, I glared at him.
"Listen, Gamma Rhett," I spat, my voice shaking with anger and confusion. "Liam was with
once when I spoke to Mr. Fenrir, that creepy teacher. But what does that have to do with anything? Liam’s a good kid, he wouldn’t hurt a fly!"
Gamma Rhett seed to shrink under my outburst. He held up a hand, silencing
before I could unleash another volley of words. He looked like he didn’t care about my anger. Like he thought it didn’t matter.
There, however, was a trace of sothing in his eyes – regret, maybe? – before he scribbled furiously in his notepad.
The whole situation was bizarre. I felt like I was trapped in a crazy dream. This powerful Gamma was acting like a man possessed. Was this how he always was?
Now I understood why he never got along with Kylo. The man was just...
A rare kind of breed.
Reviews
All reviews (0)