Mated to Four Alphas Chapter 68: Giving up

Silas’s POV

I really don’t like it when Damon gives special treatnt. He should treat like any other artist.

But what can I say? I just sent a smiling emoji to Damon without saying anything.

After that, Nekol and I went for an audition. When we arrived at Jeren’s company, Atlas stayed outside, sitting in the car, waiting for us.

I was a little nervous, but as soon as I stepped into the audition room, I pushed those feelings aside.

Four people were sitting in front of , with Jeren seated in the middle.

I bowed to them.

"Hello, my na is Silas. I’m 18 years old, and I’m from Gold Era Entertainnt," I introduced myself, glancing at them.

"So flat. I didn’t like your introduction at all," said the man sitting in the corner.

Wait... he didn’t like my introduction? So what now? Are they going to send ho just because of that?

I quickly scanned their expressions—three of them were literally glaring at , while Jeren remained expressionless.

But I didn’t say anything. I just stood there silently, looking at the man who had spoken.

"Introductions don’t matter. Show us what you’ve got—your acting skills," Jeren said.

I nodded.

Taking a deep breath, I looked at the script they handed . It was a scene where the MC’s best friend dies. A tough scene.

Crying on command and delivering those lines with deep emotion? That wasn’t going to be easy.

Especially when I still had a stupid smile stuck on my face. How was I supposed to act sad like this?

"Sir, can I take five minutes before starting?" I asked.

"Of course," Jeren replied.

The panel started talking among themselves while I stepped into the corner, pressing my fingers against my forehead, thinking.

Should I just give up?

Now that I think about it, getting selected for my first drama was just pure luck.

I don’t have any real acting talent. My hands started sweating.

But then I rembered—my dad and Ciel want to quit the entertainnt industry so Ciel can take my place.

If I give up now, they’ll win.

And Damon—he brought into this industry. If I quit, I’ll be disappointing him too.

Miss Keri’s words echoed in my mind:

"When performing a sad scene, always put yourself in the character’s shoes. Think—what would you do? What kind of expressions would you have if you were in that exact situation?"

I closed my eyes, trying to imagine myself as the character.

I pictured being bullied since childhood, abandoned by my parents, betrayed by the person I loved...And I only have one best friend who has helped until now.

But to be honest, I’ve never really had friends, so it’s hard for to imagine feelings I’ve never experienced before—it was hard to grasp.

"Are you done or not? We don’t have all day to waste on your audition," the sa man from the corner snapped.

I thought so much, but in the end, I realized—this role isn’t for .

I bowed to them.

"I’m sorry for taking up your ti, but I don’t think I can do this. This role isn’t right for . It might sound like an excuse, but I just don’t know how to act sad or feel this character," I said honestly.

It was probably the worst thing I could have done. But I didn’t want to waste their ti—or mine.

I already knew Nekol was going to scold later when he found out what I had done.

All of them widened their eyes at my response.

I turned around, ready to leave. As I reached for the door handle—

"Wait!"

Jeren’s voice stopped .

I turned to look at him as he stood from his seat and walked toward .

Was he going to scold for giving up?

"Do you know how many artists dream of getting a role in my company’s dramas? And here you are, giving up after getting a chance to audition?" Jeren’s voice was cold.

I t his gaze, his presence alone radiating a chilling aura.

"Sir, it would be better if you gave this chance to soone who truly deserves it. I’m not saying I don’t deserve it, but I don’t think this role is right for ."

He didn’t say anything, so I continued.

"I know I got this audition because I’m from Gold Era Entertainnt. And honestly, who knows? I might’ve even gotten the role because of that. But I don’t want that. If there’s an audition where everyone is treated equally, please call then."

I had noticed that only two other Ogas had auditions tomorrow. Today, it was just .

I had a strong feeling they called in because of Damon. Maybe he spoke to them, telling them to consider for the role.

I had read enough articles to know how this industry works—sponsors or company CEOs often push their artists into dramas through personal connections.

And I don’t want Damon to do that for .

As I spoke, I noticed Jeren was smiling. But his smile... was terrifying.

Despite that, his blue eyes shimred with sothing I couldn’t quite place.

"This is the first ti I’ve t a boy like you," he said, his smile widening.

"Alright, you can go. Seeing your personality, I agree—this role isn’t suitable for you."

I smiled. "Then... will you explain this to Mr. Damon?"

"Oh, yes. Of course. I’ll tell him in a way that won’t make him bla or scold you later," Jeren assured .

Relieved, I quickly bowed.

"Thank you so much, sir."

After that, I left the audition room.

When I t up with Nekol, I lied.

"I couldn’t act well. Their reactions weren’t great either," I told him.

Of course, I couldn’t tell him I gave up before even trying.

Nekol comforted .

"There will be more auditions in the future. Don’t worry," he reassured .

After that, Nekol took out for lunch. Atlas joined us too.

I felt guilty for lying to Nekol, so I paid for our al.