Mated to Four Alphas-Chapter 278: Flashback - 18

"Kael, what are you doing here? In Silas’s room?" Lysander asked.

"I asked first, so don’t throw my question back at me and answer me. Why are you patting his head? And first of all why are you on the bed with him"

Silas was about to sit up to answer, but before he could, Kael reached the bed—and got on it, which shocked Silas and lysander.

But when Kael lay down beside him, that shocked them even more.

"I’m not feeling well. It’s like my whole body is telling me to take a nap. That’s why I want you to give me company, chipmunk."

"Kael, get out of my room right now if you’re gonna continue to call me chipmunk!"

After hearing Silas, Kael didn’t say anything.

He just kept lying down and closed his eyes, moving closer to Silas.

Both Lysander and Silas were confused. They looked at each other.

In five minutes, Kael had fallen asleep.

"Don’t mind him. He’s always like this. He’s the laziest among the four of us," Lysander said.

While talking, Lysander suddenly got up from the bed, grabbed a chair, and sat down on it, placing it near the bed so that he could talk with Silas.

"You won’t believe it—when he grabbed the brush to paint, you know what he said? He said he needed to take a nap. And then he fell asleep. And when he woke up again, he grabbed the brush and said, ’I think I need to take one more nap.’ That’s why we used to call him Pig."

"But he didn’t look lazy when I was with him. But sure, he’s annoying. He only likes to tease someone."

They both were glancing at Kael while talking about him.

"I think he only teases you, because we’ve never seen him tease anyone before."

It was a bit unexpected for Silas. He didn’t expect that Kael only teased him.

First, he didn’t expect that Kael was a painter—and now his behavior, which seemed only special... towards Silas.

"By the way, Lysander, are we gonna have dinner or not? Because I’m hungry," Silas asked.

Since morning, he hadn’t eaten anything yet.

He thought after coming to the palace, he would eat dinner at night. But there was no sign of dinner.

"I totally forgot about it. Let’s go. It’s time to have dinner. My brother’s already... having his, I think."

They tried to wake Kael up, but he was so sleepy—like a pig—that he didn’t even wake up.

So in the end, Silas changed his clothes, and they both left and went straight to the dining hall.

As they reached there, a big and massive dining table was waiting for them. Then Lysander pulled out a chair for Silas, and he sat down.

At that exact moment, the door opened from the other side and Damon and Theron came in.

"Ohh, Silas, you’re here," Damon said.

Seeing them, Lysander quickly sat down beside Silas before they could, and Theron came forward and sat down on Silas’ other side.

Damon didn’t have any choice other than to sit beside Theron. He also wanted to sit beside Silas, but he was too late to grab the seat.

As they sat down, servants started to serve the food, and just then... their parents stepped inside.

As the parents came in, Silas felt nervous because he hadn’t talked to them even at the party.

And when they entered, their father was looking at Silas intensely, which made him a little nervous.

"Hello," Silas greeted and was about to stand up.

"No need to stand up. Eat your dinner. And your name is Silas, right?"

Silas nodded at his words. Just then, Theron put something on Silas’ plate—it was a piece of meat that Theron had cut up, and instead of eating it himself, he gave it to Silas.

Lysander also did the same; he gave his favorite dish’s first bite to Silas.

Their parents were watching all this, but they didn’t say anything.

They pretended like they didn’t see anything and kept eating.

Even Damon stood up from his chair and handed a glass of juice to Silas.

It was embarrassing for Silas. Their parents were there, yet these brothers weren’t stopping. They were doing whatever they wanted.

"Can you guys please stop giving me food? I have my own two hands. I can take what I want to eat, so eat your own food."

He started to eat. And then he took his first bite—the bites given by those three brothers.

That food was delicious. That’s why he took the same dish and started eating more.

"How’s your father doing?"

As Silas heard this, he looked up at Damon’s father, who was asking him.

"Dad is totally fine. By any chance, do you know my dad? I mean, are you friends with him?"

"We used to be friends in childhood, but not anymore. It’s been many years since I last saw him. He must be getting old."

"Nope, my dad is not getting old. He’s actually getting younger day by day. You won’t believe how handsome he is. So many omegas are behind him. I told him to get married, but he didn’t listen to me. He should get married, right? When he’s this handsome, at this age."

Damon was a little shocked hearing Silas talk this much. When they talked with him, Silas didn’t say this much at all.

But when he was talking with their dad about his own dad, he spoke a lot.

"Yes, he should get married if he finds the right partner. But wouldn’t that bring you a stepmother if he gets married? Aren’t you scared of getting a stepmother?"

"No, why would I be? It’s just a stepmother. It’s not like she’s going to live with me. No, she’s going to live with my dad. She or he, I don’t care. If Dad loves him or her, I would agree. And I know my brother would too."