Mated To My Boyfriend's Dad-Chapter 162: _Liam is the Imposter

Right now, Rhett found himself slumped behind the wheel of his car that was parked outside the precinct. Sunlight streamed through the windshield, giving a natural glow to the grimness of their pack.

Heaving and steadying his breath, Rhett pushed open the car door and stepped out. The air was cool and washed away the lingering feel of the dream that was still abound on him. novelbuddy.cσ๓

Activity buzzed around the precinct; soldiers milled about, their faces, though grim were content as they sorted through sweeping and had successfully restored order back in the precinct.

He straightened his uniform and headed inside, the clack of his boots against the polished floor echoing through the hallway. Heads turned as he entered and soon, a combination of relief and respect greeted him.

"Gamma Rhett," a young soldier greeted him with a weary smile. "Good to see you back."

"Likewise, Jerek," Rhett nodded, not returning the smile. "Any sign of Farkas yet?"

Jerek shook his head. "No, sir. Still out on his break."

Farkas was yet to be back? Rhett frowned. Something must have happened to keep Farkas off. When it came to punctuality, Farkas usually beat him to it. He hoped Farkas’s family were safe.

"Alright," Rhett said, trying to put his worry in place. "Keep me updated."

He made his way down the hallway, acknowledging the greetings of other soldiers with a nod and a word. Finally, he reached his office and more than he cared to accept, the familiar clutter on his desk was a comforting sight. As he sank into his chair, the weight of the dream settled on him.

He couldn’t help but reminisce on the Moon Goddess’s words. Their adversary could steal the form of others, but to do it, he had to eat their flesh. That explained all the weird eating of flesh and stuff.

That meant right now, that vampire could be anyone. But no, he couldn’t be JUST anyone. He could only be one of the dead ones. So, right now, one of the dead victims was the vampire.

The thing was, not all of the bones found had been identified. Like the little wolf’s bones. Hold on, the other victims weren’t eaten, so the vampire probably just fed on their blood. It made total sense that he was the one feeding on those victims since he could eat werewolves’ flesh, it meant their blood had no effects on him.

So, therefore, the ancient vampire could drink their blood without suffering the side effects.

That also meant whoever he was, or impersonating was between the owner of the small bones and the grown-up one they found in the beginning.

Right now, only the autopsy could solve this one puzzle. What the hell was taking it so long anyway?

Now that he was so close to apprehending this damn vampire, Rhett couldn’t wait. His patience was weaning. He felt like he was just a pinch close, making him more worked up and excited at the same time.

Finally, this case would soon be closed. It was all thanks to the Moon Goddess and her tip. She was the one who made him who he was. He owed his position to her as he could have never been able to do and solve some things without her help.

She was the very best goddess, worthy of worship.

Suddenly, a sharp knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.

Argh. Who the hell was that, interrupting his solitude? Oh, could it be Farkas?

Rhett’s mouth quirked up. "Come in," he called out.

The door creaked open but instead of Farkas, a soldier entered holding a stack of folders cradled in his arms.

Rhett grimaced at the unwelcome and unwanted face.

"Gamma Rhett, sir," said the soldier with a respectful salute. "These are the autopsy reports that were pending. They just arrived before you got back."

A-autopsy results?!

Just when he was contemplating it. Just when it was the one key to fishing out this imposter, it came right in time. This was yet another blessing from the Moon Goddess.

Things were finally moving forward. Finally!

A wave of relief washed over Rhett. These reports might also hold the key to unraveling the recent string of attacks. "Thank you," he said, taking the folders from the soldier. "Leave them on my desk please."

The soldier nodded and exited, leaving Rhett alone with the damning evidence. He eagerly flipped through the reports, his eyes scanning the pages.

A cold sweat broke out on his forehead as he reached the report on the remains found in the woods. The conclusion was a stark slap in the face: the skeletal structure of the younger victim matched perfectly with that of a young werewolf – Liam.

Disbelief overtook Rhett’s features. That wasn’t possible. The time of death of the owner of the bones was written to be the same day of the attack on the pack.

He had just seen Liam at his place – alive and well. It couldn’t be possible. But the evidence was staring him in the face, black and white.

As his mind grappled with this impossible revelation, a fragment of the Moon Goddess’s words echoed in his memory: "He devours flesh as well... and with each kill, he consumes every part of his victim. More disturbingly, he can then assume the form of the one he has devoured..."

Rhett shot up from his chair as a horrifying realization dawned on him. Liam. The playful young wolf he’d just seen... could it be an imposter? Panic seized him. He had to get back to his place, see Isleen, see Liam...

He knew it!

Something had been off with the little boy. Watching Isleen dress up, the aura around him, his words and actions...

... they had never sat well with Rhett from day one. He just knew something was off about the boy but he thought of it as some mental illness.

He never knew maybe because it wasn’t a little boy but an ancient killing machine impersonating Liam, deceiving them all... most especially, misleading Isleen into adopting him and catering to him.

If this wasn’t handled with care, the situation might implicate Isleen. She might be ruled out as an accomplice.

Like hell, he hated this.

Isleen had always kept trouble around. Trouble had always seemed to find Isleen regardless of how simple she was. The poor girl. His poor mate. He had to save her. He needed to be there for her at all costs.

She needed a powerful man like him behind her. He would be that man for her. She deserved it.

Now that she had kept such a great evil by her side for so long, it unnerved Rhett to think of things that might have happened behind closed doors.

Things that Isleen might have not paid attention to but were more complicated than they seemed. He despised thinking of it. Isleen deserved better.

He sprinted out of his office, fueled by a desperate urgency. First, he needed to arrest that bastard. He wasn’t even sure how but all he wanted right now was to take that evil as far away from Isleen as possible.

Of course, the vampire was wise. Who would have suspected such a little child of such ruthless killings? It made perfect sense.

But then again, he was wrong. He did suspect, even if it wasn’t intently, he did have some moments where he’d thought he wasn’t seeing a little boy but a body of malevolence.

Like the moment when he saw that fleeting figure climbing up Isleen’s window. That was Liam returning from killing Marie Beasley – their neighbor.

That was the vampire. All along, he had been right under their noses, mocking them.

Just as he reached the precinct doors, they swung open before he could get to them, revealing none other than the Alpha and Beta walking in.

Oh, please, not now. Rhett internally rolled his eyes at them. Look at them walking in gracefully after all the commotion was over and things were almost totally back in place.

How dare those two show their faces here? Now?

The Alpha was dressed in a black leather bomber jacket, casual blue henley shirt, black leather belt, Levi’s, and boots. Yet, despite his rather laid-back outfit, he commanded respect with his mere presence. Soldiers snapped to attention, saluting him with a crispness bordering on reverence. Darius, the dumb followed closely behind, a toothpick as stupid as he was was stuck between his teeth.

Rhett sighed and braced himself to receive them. "Alpha Beowulf, Beta Darius," he greeted them, his voice carefully neutral. "Your presence is — unexpected, but much needed, I must say."

Beowulf raised an eyebrow, and Rhett rejoiced when he saw annoyance crossing his face. "Unexpected? The pack is in shambles, and you claim our presence is unexpected?"

That was what Rhett intended to evoke in him – annoyance. Because, oh well, that was all the Alpha could evoke in them also.

"Well," Rhett hedged, maintaining composure, "things escalated quickly. We’ve been managing..."

Darius cut him off, with disdain. "Isn’t that what you’re here for, Gamma Rhett? To maintain order while the Alpha handles more... important matters?"

Grrrr!

When powerful men conversed, Darius ought to seal his mouth. And the Alpha was tending to important matters? What matters could be better than the safety of his pack?