Mated to Four Alphas Chapter 57: Unexpected - 3

Silas’s POV

As I sat beside Damon, he said,

"Silas, do you happen to know this person? He cos here specifically to et and give so warnings."

"What kind of warnings? And why did you co here in the first place?" I asked, my eyes glaring at my father.

His attention was also on . The man sitting beside him was looking at like I was so kind of criminal or sothing.

Damon sighed. "Silas, do you know why I canceled your shoot and called you here? Because there’s sothing you need to know.

The person sitting in front of us is claiming that you’re his son. And while I know that you are... the reason he’s here is utterly ridiculous."

Just then, my father spoke. "I’m telling you, I don’t want my son to act anymore. So please terminate his contract."

"WHAT!?" I turned to Damon, trying to understand what was happening. Why was my father saying his son didn’t want to act anymore? By "son," he ant Ciel, right?

Damon also looked at . "This is what I was talking about. He ca out of nowhere, telling that you don’t want to act anymore. Is this true?"

"Of course, it’s a lie! Who said I don’t want to act anymore? And first of all, who is he to decide whether I act or not?"

As soon as I spoke, I heard a sharp voice.

"Silas, I am your father! Is this how you’re going to talk to now?"

"Father? You an you?" I scoffed. "Don’t joke with . You never considered your son before. And Mr. Damon, what is this? Why is this person telling you that I’m going to quit acting?"

Damon started explaining what had happened a little while ago.

"They ca about an hour ago. I don’t know when exactly, but Ciel was also with them. Your father started saying that only Ciel would be acting from now on, so I should sign the contract with him. He claid Ciel was more talented and a greater actor than you."

I clenched my fists. What else could I expect from my own father? Favoring his adopted child over .

Damon continued, "They also told that you are a rejected Oga who ran away from the pack.

That if you continue working in my company, it might ruin my reputation. They suggested I consider terminating your contract and replacing you with Ciel."

My blood boiled as I listened. My so-called father... The one who ignored since childhood was now trying to take away my career, my whole life. I had no idea why he hated so much but loved Ciel.

I glanced at him. His eyes were on , making feel uncomfortable.

This was the sa man who abandoned , and now, when I was finally trying to build my own life, he showed up again—only to ruin once more.

I scoffed bitterly and looked him dead in the eyes.

"Mr., I get that you want your son to be famous, but you can’t destroy soone else’s future just because you love your son."

"Silas, is this how you’re going to talk to your father now? And why did you even enter the acting industry in the first place? You knew your little brother always wanted to be an actor, yet you tried to steal his dream!"

"Hahaha..." I laughed mockingly. "You’re quite funny, you know that? And who’s stealing whose dream here? Soone should seriously give you an award for being dumb, Mister."

"Because it’s your fúcking whore son who stole everything from ! And when he was doing that, what were you doing? Standing beside him, supporting him. And now, you’re accusing of stealing his dream? So what if I am? Does your son not have enough talent to surpass in acting? Is that why he’s using his father to do it?"

Damon remained silent, while Nekol stood there, just watching.

"Quit acting and co back to the pack. I won’t punish you. But if you don’t listen to ... don’t bla for being cruel later," my father warned.

I shot up from my seat, my temper flaring. But before I could say anything, a cold voice interrupted.

"Threatening my artist right in front of ? You really have so nerve... And besides, once an adult leaves the pack and becos a rogue, you have no rights over his life."

Just then, my father suddenly pulled out so files from his bag and threw them onto the table.

"This is what you wanted, right? Here. Take this and get out of the entertainnt industry."

I didn’t even glance at the files. Why would I? But Damon grabbed them and started reading.

"Silas... these are property papers. He’s offering to make you president of his company. Do you want to be president?"

A bitter smile appeared on my lips.

"There was a ti when I was learning everything, working my ass off to beco the president of this so-called company. Butler Uncle once told that it would be mine when I grew up."

"But what did you do when we grew up?" I scoffed, looking straight at my father. "You gave the company to Ciel. Soone who doesn’t even understand business. And your reason? Just because Ciel asked to be the president."

My father’s eyes darkened as he glared at .

"So now you’re taking revenge on your naive little brother for those things?"

"You’re wrong, Mister. I haven’t even started taking revenge yet. But I promise you one thing—from today onwards, your naive son’s life is going to be hell."

As soon as I finished speaking, my father stood up and slapped across the face.

The impact stung, but I wasn’t angry. This wasn’t the first ti he had hit for Ciel. I glanced at my father—he was crying.

Crying... just because I said I’d make his life hell? Such a true display of fatherly love—only for his adoptive son.

The mont I was slapped, Damon suddenly stood up. He grabbed my wrist, pulling back with one hand, while his other hand caught my father’s wrist.

"How dare you raise your hand against Silas?" Damon’s voice was ice-cold.

"SECURITY!"

"SECURITY!"

Damon called for security, and as soon as they arrived, he ordered, "Take this man out of here and never let him in again, no matter what."

Damon made sit down before going to grab a first aid kit. I glanced at my father as he was being escorted out.

He was looking at ... with a sad expression.