Mated To My Boyfriend's Dad novel Chapter 21

Chapter 21: _ Spoilsport

I smiled at the boy. "Just grown-up things, Liam," I replied evasively. "Things you don't need to worry about."

However, to my surprise, Liam persisted. "Is it about Kylo? They say at school — They say Gamma Rhett doesn't want you two together."

Oh, Gosh. Even the kids knew now.

My blood turned to ice. "Erm — never mind that, Liam. Gamma Rhett has no choice." I shrugged.

I was expecting Liam to let it go but the little boy asked me yet another question. "Is Kylo not your mate, Megami?"

My blood ran cold. Liam's innocent question about Kylo being my mate was just too much. I couldn't help but be chilled with the realization of how much the children knew.

Of how much everyone knew.

Perhaps, I could ask Liam who told him such.

But before I could delve deeper, Liam looked away, picking up his toothbrush and starting to brush with a seriousness that wasn't there before.

Kids.

I took a deep breath and decided to leave it for now. "Be ready for breakfast soon, champ," I informed him and moved back to the bedroom, intending to talk to him properly later.

However, my phone buzzed. I hurried to the bedside table to pick it up. It was Kylo.

"Babe," his voice boomed through the receiver. I sensed a hint of urgency in his tone. "I think we need to have a of plans concerning the adoption process of Liam. We need to head to the headquarters later this evening unlike how we've planned. Something's happened in the pack."

My stomach clenched at the sound of that. What flew to my mind immediately was that not everything I sensed last night wasn't real.

"Something bad like vampires?" I asked with crossed fingers

"I can't say right now. Just — keep Liam close and watch the news. I'll explain what I know later when I come around."

The line went dead, leaving me with a feeling of unease and a million questions. I dropped the phone and hurried to the living room. I should go see the news. ƒrēewebnovel.com

Cullen's off-key warbling and an unfamiliar pop song blasting from the television were the first things that greeted me. It wasn't unexpected. It was so like Cullen.

"Hey, nail artist," I teased, as I found Cullen sprawled on the couch, engrossed in painting his already shimmering silver nails.

"Hey yourself, drama queen," he retorted, not missing a beat with the brush.

I rolled my eyes. "Why did you send Liam to get me?"

Cullen blinked, the paintbrush poised mid-stroke. "Did I? Maybe it was the faeries messing with my head again," he mused sarcastically.

"Gosh, Cullen. A five-year-old's wiser than you at this point. Imagine disturbing someone's beauty sleep for no reason!" I hissed, picking up the remote from the coffee table.

Cullen came snapping back. "And the pack's soldiers are better than you. At least, they claim to have evidence before accusing people. I never sent Liam to wake you up." He nonchalantly transferred the aggression to the gum in his mouth.

Arguing with Cullen was pointless. You'd be serious and he'd be messing with you all along. Instead, I flicked through the TV channels until the news screen appeared.

"Hey!" Cullen protested, eyes darting between his drying masterpiece and the flickering screen. "I was enjoying that song!"

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