Mated to Four Alphas-Chapter 154: Misunderstanding - 3

"Sir, how can you go back alone? It’s already so late, and you won’t find any vehicle. Plus, you’re an Omega, and that too with a little kid. Don’t worry, I’ll drop you home."

Hearing the driver’s words, Velric suddenly steps forward and stands in front of Silas, shielding him like a barrier.

Velric’s eyes were glaring at the driver, and the driver noticed it too. Feeling offended that even a kid was looking down on him, he started glaring back. How could he suppress the frustration bubbling inside him?

But in Velric’s mind, everything was different—he was counting.

’1’

’2’

"What the hell are you staring at, you bastard?" the driver snapped.

’3’

’4’

’5’

The moment five seconds passed, Velric, still locking eyes with the driver, suddenly started hearing his thoughts.

[ Who does he think he is, this little bastard? But I have to endure it so our plan can succeed. I just need to wait for the right moment to attack that Omega. ]

"Mumma, stay behind me. I will protect you," Velric said, still glaring at the driver.

He was furious after hearing the man’s thoughts—this driver wanted to hurt Silas. Even though Velric was just a kid, he refused to let anyone hurt his mumma again.

[Yes, now is the time.]

The moment Velric heard this, he knew the driver was about to make a move. As the driver took a step toward Silas, Silas didn’t hesitate—he delivered a single kick, knocking the man out cold.

In just a few seconds, the driver was lying unconscious on the ground. Velric’s eyes widened in shock. He hadn’t expected Silas to be this powerful.

Velric’s mouth and eyes were still wide open when Silas noticed.

"Velric, close your mouth. And why do you look so shocked?" Silas said casually. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

"You’ll have to get used to it. I’m not that weak—my mood was just off, that’s why I didn’t hit him first."

"Wooow... Mumma, you’re super strong! I also want to be strong like you," Velric exclaimed excitedly.

’So I can protect you.’

"Of course, I will teach you," Silas said with a small smile.

But just as they were talking, the driver suddenly sprang to his feet. In a flash, he lunged toward Silas with a knife. By the time Silas noticed, it was already too late.

Just then, a small, bright light spread through the area, and a man wearing a priest’s robe appeared out of nowhere. Without hesitation, he grabbed the driver and threw him away from Silas.

A man with black hair, golden eyes, and dusky skin, dressed in a priest’s robe, stood right in front of Silas. He had appeared out of nowhere.

"Who are you?" Silas asked warily, picking Velric up into his arms. He believed that anyone who could use magic was dangerous. But in the end, this man had saved him.

"Thank you for helping me," Silas said.

The man smiled gently, but the moment Velric saw him, a sudden flash of memories hit him.

"This seed of those bastards... I’ll keep him alive, but only in my dungeon, so my monsters can eat him later."

A little kid was thrown into a dark, damp dungeon, crying and desperately calling for his parents.

As these memories flooded Velric’s mind, terror gripped him. His body trembled, and without warning, he burst into loud, frightened cries.

"What happened, Velric? Are you okay? Why are you crying all of a sudden?"

Silas quickly hugged Velric, patting his back to calm him down. But Velric was crying so loudly that his whole body trembled with fear.

"Mumma... he threw me into the dungeon!" Velric sobbed.

Silas froze, confusion flashing across his face. He didn’t understand what Velric was saying.

"I think the child is just scared because of what he witnessed," Krivan said.

Silas glanced at Krivan while gently patting Velric’s back. Thanks to Silas’s comforting touch, Velric finally calmed down, but he still clung tightly to him, refusing to let go.

"You know, it’s really dangerous for an Omega to be alone in the middle of the night, especially with a kid," Krivan added.

"Are you a priest?" Silas asked directly.

As a child, whenever he visited the temple, he had seen priests dressed like this.

"Haha... You recognized it, Silas," Krivan chuckled.

But the moment Silas heard his own name come from Krivan’s mouth, his body tensed. Instinctively, he stepped back, shifting into a defensive stance—ready to kick Krivan if necessary.

Silas noticed a knife lying near his feet, dropped by the driver. Without hesitation, he quickly bent down, grabbed it with one hand, and pointed it directly at Krivan.

"How do you know my name? Who are you, and what are you planning to do?"

His voice was ice-cold, and his expression was dead serious.

"Silas, don’t take me the wrong way. I’m Krivan—don’t you remember me?"

Silas frowned.

’Who is Krivan now? When did I ever meet him?’

He searched his memories, trying to recall anything, but nothing came up. As far as he knew, he had never met anyone named Krivan.

"I don’t know you," Silas said firmly, his grip on the knife tightening.

Krivan sighed. "Silas, I’m Van. Did you forget? You used to come to the temple every day, and we used to play together."

And just then, Silas remembered—Van, the boy he used to play with every day. Back then, he went to the temple only to see him. But ever since Ciel became friends with Van, Silas had stopped going. From that day until now, he had never stepped foot in the temple again.

Seeing Krivan all grown up was shocking for Silas.

"What? Do you remember me now?" Krivan asked with a small smile.

Silas lowered the knife slightly. "Yes, I remember... but what are you doing here?"

"I was just passing by, making sure no one saw me. But when I saw you, I knew it was you... so I came to help you."