Mated to Four Alphas Chapter 284: Flashback - 24

Silas’s POV

I don’t know why I behaved like that with Damon, but yes, I don’t want to talk to anyone for now. This is sothing new I am feeling, and it’s my first ti killing so many people, but I am not feeling any guilt or anything. It’s just that I feel hollow inside.

But when I saw Dad, my tears didn’t stop. In his arms, I felt safe—that yes, when he is with , I don’t think I will have to worry about my safety or anything. I believe my dad can even kill the Grim Reaper for . He is the strongest.

"What, Silas? Why are you crying, my son? And your clothes?" I just kept pressing my face against his chest and gripped him tightly because I didn’t want to let him go at all. He was also patting my head gently. I know he must be worried about .

While hugging, when I turned my face to the other side, I saw Orian standing there. Tears were welling up in his eyes. I guess Orian was worried seeing in this situation, but why is he crying? It’s not like I am dead. But that’s how family is.

"Actually, it’s my fault," when Damon’s words reached my ears, I glanced back after breaking the hug. Damon stepped forward and stood in front of Dad. But why is he saying it’s his fault?

"What do you an by ’this is your fault’?" Dad asked. Of course, my dad was angry just by looking at my condition, and now Damon is saying it’s his fault. Now Dad is not going to let him go at all without asking him many questions. I was glancing at Damon when Orian ca and hugged . He wiped my tears, and we stood there.

"Actually, it was us who invited Silas into our pack, so it was our duty to keep him safe. But I failed to do that. I should have co to drop him off here at your pack, so this wouldn’t have happened."

Dad was confused hearing this, because of course, he had no idea what Damon was talking about or what had happened to . That’s why I went and stood at Dad’s side. He glanced at with a worried face. He wanted to ask what happened, I know, but he didn’t ask because he didn’t want to hurt by bringing it up.

"Dad, let’s go in first." As I said that, he nodded. And all four of us ca inside and sat down. I sat beside Dad while Damon was sitting right in front of us.

I told him. I told him everything that happened to , every detail. How many Alphas were there. So were recognizable. What they said to . How they wanted to have that badly, and how I ran and hid. Then, I showed him my wound, which was on my head—it wasn’t visible because they had hit there.

And it was hidden because of my hair, but still, I moved my hair and showed Dad that wound and told him I killed them. I didn’t let anyone go. I killed everyone. When I finished, there were tears in my dad’s eyes, and he hugged quickly. Orian also hugged from the other side, because I was sitting between them.

And just then Damon said, "I am sorry." Hearing that, Dad stood up and went toward Damon. I didn’t know why he went to him until I saw—without any warning—Dad slap Damon, which echoed through the whole room. Damon just looked down after getting that slap.

"Dad! It’s not his fault, it’s those Alphas’ fault who tried to do this to ." I stood up from the sofa panickedly, because it’s really not Damon’s fault at all. He is just saying this because he is feeling guilty that this happened to .

I was really feeling terrible, but now I am all better after hugging Dad and seeing Orian.

"Dad, I took revenge on those Alphas, but all this is still behind the curtain." I stopped while speaking and looked at Damon, who was sitting there, gazing at .

"What are your brothers going to do about those corpses? Send those corpses to their packs with a letter from us that they will have to co to our pack for an important eting."

Let them also see what their family mbers have done. In those hundreds of Alphas, there weren’t only young ones—there were middle-aged Alphas present too. So for their cri, their families have to pay.

Dad turned to . "Silas, don’t worry about these things. Go and change your clothes. And Orian, call the royal physician for your brother. I will handle everything from here, and what you said—we will do that too, okay?"

Dad said so, and I smiled and waved my hand as a goodbye to Damon and left from there with Orian. If Dad is going to handle it, then I shouldn’t worry about anything.

"Silas, did sothing happen between you and that Alpha who is sitting with Dad now?"

I knew Orian would notice—he is really sharp. "Yes, I spent my ti with all four brothers, and I think they all were very nice to , especially Damon. He even gave a peck on my cheek."

I laughed at myself. I have such mood swings that sotis I feel I am a very sad and terrible person, and the next mont I start to laugh and talk, forgetting everything.

Orian’s eyes widened and he grabbed my hand. "Are you saying his lips touched your cheek? No, you are lying!"

"I am not! And can we hurry? Because I am dying to take a bath." He nodded, and we both hurried to my room. I don’t know what will happen to Damon now, but I am sure Dad has so more things to ask him about—that’s why he told us to leave.

While thinking, we had reached my room and Orian helped to take a bath. When water touched my head, I felt pain, which I wasn’t feeling earlier.

"Ughh... my head is hurting now," I said while touching my head as I was sitting in the bathtub.

"Silas, blood is oozing out from your wound right now." I quickly looked at my palm, which had touched my head just now, and there was indeed blood on my hand.

As we were inside the bathroom, I heard the door opening sound, so I covered Orian’s mouth because we didn’t know who had co into our room. If Dad had co, he would have called our nas first before coming in. And maids usually don’t open the door without our permission.

Orian’s eyes were asking what happened. I just put my index finger on my lips to signal him to be quiet, then ca out of the bathtub, grabbed my bathrobe and wore it, and picked up the candle stand, which was very sharp. I slowly opened the door without making a sound and peeked outside.

I saw a shadow—soone was standing in front of the door, but who was it? Because they weren’t moving from their place, it was hard for to guess.

"Who is there?" I still asked. And when I asked, that person stepped forward—and it was...