Mated To My Boyfriend's Dad novel Chapter 117

Chapter 117: _ I’m Coming

Rhett went over to where Kylo was being held by a young man whom Rhett decided might be his friend.

He scooped his son into his arms and surged forward, ignoring the throbbing pain in his arm from the recent scuffle. He headed straight to Aceco as the weight of his son’s condition grounded him in a way the chaos hadn’t.

On getting to Aceco, who stood amidst the carnage like an oasis of peace, he pleaded, "Aceco, please. You have to save him."

Aceco, with her silver hair shimmering in the moonlight, met his agitated gaze with a serene smile. "Calm yourself, Gamma Rhett. I came not just for one, but to heal all who are wounded."

Then, she gestured towards a nearby shade. "Lay them there, in a line. I will work my magic on all of them."

Rhett dropped Kylo with Aceco and barked out orders to the soldiers to gather the injured. "You heard the woman! Gather the injured on a line. I want the heavily injured ones in the front. The line should be formed according to the intensity of wounds!"

With obedience, everyone desperate for healing began to gather. The fey were the ones who stood up first because, unlike the werewolves, they couldn’t heal fast. Their bodies were like that of humans except for the magic in their blood.

Although, some of them were taming their wounds with their magic but none could heal like Aceco.

Rhett’s heart bled when he saw the amount of pack soldiers that were injured. Thankfully, none of the children were hurt, not even Isleen’s son who couldn’t get under the shield.

As if on cue, a cry pierced through the night. "My mother! She needs healing too!" It was Liam, shaking with Isleen whose head was on his legs, without motion.

Rhett began to dig his dagger into his lap. Why didn’t he just stay with her and protect her? How could he let her be this wounded?

Be this hurt?

The dagger did its job, wounding him but not entirely delivering the amount of pain he wanted. He wanted one that would give him a kind of pain that would lord over the one in his heart right now.

He couldn’t explain the ache in his heart seeing Isleen lying there like that. Yet, the situation didn’t permit him to react. That was the most agonizing part of it.

As much as he yearned to run off to her, to hold her, tell her she’d be fine, be there for her, he could do nothing still.

Wasn’t that pathetic? Didn’t that make him a pathetic man? He swore by all that was right, once the pack healed from this loss, he would hold Isleen’s hands and announce on the national TV that she was his mate.

His and his alone.

"The Omega should be treated last!" someone shouted from the crowd, snapping Rhett out of his thoughts. "She was hiding during the fight!" a wounded Elf sneered.

"No! She was protecting the children. Don’t you dare call her useless!"

Another wolf, this one younger and brash, scoffed. "Protecting children? We were all fighting for our lives here! She’s weak, a burden. Let her wait."!"

"You don’t have a say here. Isleen needs treatment first!" Kylo snarled back at them, causing Rhett to look at him.

Aceco was done with him and was healing Maria Beasley’s daughter. At least, his son was fine. That was more than enough to soothe Rhett’s pain a little and make him stop tearing himself discreetly with his dagger.

Even though he had indeed done a lot tonight, it felt like he had done nothing, seeing Isleen and Kylo battered.

"Weak and useless!" a hulking wolf spat. "She doesn’t deserve a spot before the rest of us!"

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