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 something new I am feeling, and it’s my first time 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 me, 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 me. 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 me.

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 me 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 mean 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 came and hugged me. 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 come 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 me. That’s why I went and stood at Dad’s side. He glanced at me with a worried face. He wanted to ask me what happened, I know, but he didn’t ask because he didn’t want to hurt me by bringing it up.

"Dad, let’s go in first." As I said that, he nodded. And all four of us came 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 me, every detail. How many Alphas were there. Some were recognizable. What they said to me. How they wanted to have me 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 me 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 me quickly. Orian also hugged me 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 me." 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 me.

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 me.

"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 come to our pack for an important meeting."

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

Dad turned to me. "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 something 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 time with all four brothers, and I think they all were very nice to me, especially Damon. He even gave a peck on my cheek."

I laughed at myself. I have such mood swings that sometimes I feel I am a very sad and terrible person, and the next moment 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 some more things to ask him about—that’s why he told us to leave.

While thinking, we had reached my room and Orian helped me 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 come into our room. If Dad had come, he would have called our names first before coming in. And maids usually don’t open the door without our permission.

Orian’s eyes were asking me what happened. I just put my index finger on my lips to signal him to be quiet, then came 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—someone was standing in front of the door, but who was it? Because they weren’t moving from their place, it was hard for me to guess.

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