Mated to Four Alphas Chapter 74: Home alone - 5

Theron’s POV

Last ti, when Silas and I accidentally entered Dark Valley and got kidnapped,

I was both disappointed and relieved—disappointed that the people here didn’t recognize their own master after just three years,

and relieved because Silas never found out that I was the one who created Dark Valley.

And the worst part? That bald fatty had completely forgotten the rules I established. He was making his own, acting like he was the king now.

So, I killed him.

Dark Valley doesn’t need a boss who’s selfish and only thinks about himself.

I was in the middle of teaching them a lesson when I got a ssage from Damon. The mont I read it, my eyes widened, and my heart skipped a beat.

I imdiately called Celi.

"Send our n to search for Silas. Soone kidnapped him and brought him here by force—we have to find him fast."

Dark Valley is my place. I know every corner, every hidden passage. And I also know exactly who cos in and who leaves.

Fifteen minutes later, Celi returned.

"Master, we found the location."

"Really? That’s great. Let’s go."

As we left, I checked the location—it was in the east, in an area I had left vacant because I was planning to build a bar there. I had banned people from going near that place.

That bastard dared to step into my restricted area? And on top of that, he kidnapped my cute shorty?

Celi and I got into the car and sped toward the east. It took us twenty minutes to reach the place. The mont we arrived, I jumped out and started scanning the area.

There were many abandoned, broken-down houses. As we stepped forward, everything was eerily silent.

Too silent.

Just then, I heard a faint creaking sound coming from a shop ahead.

I quickly went to check, glancing inside through the locked glass doors. I had a feeling soone was in there.

I banged on the door.

"Hey! Open up right now! Can you hear ?"

No response.

I turned to Celi, who was already preparing to punch through the glass. With a single hit, the door shattered into pieces.

"Good one, Celi. But you still need to work on your strength."

"Okay, Master, I’ll train harder."

I kicked the door open and stepped inside. It was pitch dark. I turned on my flashlight, searching for the light switch.

As soon as I flipped it on, dust scattered in the air. It looked like no one had been here in ages.

Then, suddenly, I heard a faint panting sound.

Following the noise, I found a door hidden behind the cash counter. I glanced at Celi before stepping forward and opening it.

Inside, Silas was lying on the ground, his hands and feet tied. He was unconscious.

Beside him, a man was sitting—shirtless, injured, covered in bruises.

The mont he saw , he pointed a gun at Silas.

"Who the hell are you, and what are you doing here?" he demanded.

I smirked. "That’s my line, don’t you think? The one lying unconscious on the ground is my shorty. How dare you kidnap him?"

The man stood up, his grip tightening on the gun. Celi remained still behind , watching.

"Don’t co any closer, or I’ll kill this oga," he threatened.

That’s when I noticed the wounds on his body—his head was bleeding, and his bruises looked fresh, as if soone had beaten the hell out of him.

Did... did Shorty fight back?

I can’t even imagine how scared he must have been in front of this bastard.

I suddenly moved forward, kicking the gun out of his hand.

"Do you even realize who I am?" I asked coldly.

The gun clattered to the ground. The mont he heard my voice, his legs gave out, and he dropped to his knees.

"Please, forgive ! I didn’t do this on my own—I was ordered!"

Ignoring him, I knelt down and untied Silas.

The mont I freed him, he woke up.

And as soon as he saw —

"THERON!"

He threw himself into my arms, hugging tightly.

Just then, Celi brought a chair inside. I picked Silas up and sat down, keeping him on my lap. He clung to , refusing to let go.

I stroked his head with one hand and patted his back with the other, trying to comfort him.

This was the first ti I had ever seen Silas like this.

Even last ti, when we were fighting, he had been so strong. His aura had been fearless.

But now... seeing him like this, only one thought ran through my mind—

What the fck did this bastard do to my shorty to make him like this?

I glared at the man still kneeling before .

"What the f*ck did you do to my shorty?"

"I—I didn’t do anything!"

"Really? Then why is he not cursing you? And how the hell did you end up like this? Who beat you?"

"I... I had a fight with soone else. I swear, I didn’t do anything to him!"

"You’re saying you didn’t do anything, and he just ended up like this on his own? Do you think I’m a fool?" I snapped, glaring at the man.

But before I could press further, I felt movent in my arms.

Silas was shivering.

My grip on him tightened as I hugged him closer, trying to steady him, but it didn’t work. His trembling didn’t stop.

"Silas," I murmured, stroking his back. "It’s okay now. I’m here."

But he still wouldn’t speak.

I could feel his fingers clinging to my shirt, his body stiff as if he was holding himself together.

I narrowed my eyes. This situation was getting out of hand.

"Celi, take him to the Shadow Cell. And don’t harm him."

The Shadow Cell—the place where criminals with death sentences are kept.

I carried Silas out of the shop like a koala and gently placed him in the passenger seat.

Celi was already on the phone, calling for another car while tying up the man’s hands.

Without wasting another second, I drove off.

As I started driving, Silas was unusually silent. He didn’t say a word, didn’t even glance at .

That wasn’t like him at all.

I frowned and called his na.

"Silas."