Mated to Four Alphas
Chapter 317: Flashback - 57

Chapter 317: Flashback - 57

Silas’s POV

When I saw his parents there, I knew something bad and big was going to happen because they saw me breaking the vase on Lysander’s head. So, obviously, this isn’t looking good.

His parents rushed to Lysander. They both grabbed each of his hands and touched his forehead, which was bleeding.

"Lysander, are you okay?"

Lysander nods and gets his hands free from his parents. "It’s nothing. Don’t make a big deal out of it, please."

"But this Omega dared to hit you. We can’t leave this matter like this. Even if he is the son of my friend, still, it doesn’t give him the right to break the vase on your head," his father said while looking at me.

"Father, can’t you see? I hit his head on the wall. That’s why he did self-defense. So please don’t say anything between our matter."

His parents were angry at me, but since Lysander stopped them from saying anything, they eventually left from there. But still, while leaving, they were turning again and again to see what was happening.

But as they left, I was about to leave too, because I didn’t want to stand there and hear any more bullshit from Lysander. But before I could leave, he grabbed my hand. My face turned towards him, and he was looking at me with a gloomy face. The face he was making a while ago—it was glaring at me like I was his enemy. Now it’s all changed. He’s looking at me with a sad face, like he is guilty here.

"Let go of my hand right now, Lysander, or else I won’t talk to you again," I state coldly.

He let go of my hand immediately after hearing that.

"I’m really sorry. I don’t know what happened to me. I didn’t mean to hurt you. I’m sorry. I know you won’t believe me, but it’s like someone is telling me in my mind, do this."

He is right. I won’t believe him. Because who could believe such bullshit—that someone was telling him in his mind, do this, do that. Is he thinking I’m an idiot? After behaving this shitty with me, and now he’s only giving excuses so that I can forgive him.

"Lysander, enough. I won’t believe you. So, please, just don’t come in front of my eyes." Saying that, I leave from there in a hurry.

And after this experience, I have realized one thing. Don’t marry the person you only know for a few days. Thank God I didn’t get married to them and it’s just a dating phase. What would have happened to me after marriage?

I leave from there and come into the room. When I come, Orian was lying down on the bed.

Seeing me, he quickly sits up. Of course, the blood was dripping from my head to my face—I can feel that. I step inside and close the door from the inside.

"Silas, what happened to your face? How did you get injured in the first place? You went to meet Lysander, didn’t you?"

How should I tell him that it’s Lysander who hit me like this? And what he tried to do? But I don’t want to hide anything either. So I stepped forward and sat on the bed and told him everything. Everything means everything. The conversation between me and the servant, what Lysander said to me, what Lysander tried to do with me, what his parents said, how I feel—everything I told Orion.

"Silas, I never thought he would do something like this. Did you meet your other mates? Did you tell them anything about this?"

"Nope, I didn’t. Orian, if I go out for a walk, it won’t be a bad decision, right? I don’t want to stay here anymore. I want to take fresh air."

"Wait, let me come with you too..."

But I said no to him because he was still tired. He didn’t need to come with me. I said I wasn’t going to take him with me and that I would go alone. And after that, I left the palace. After leaving from there, there were so many thoughts in my mind. Was it really that wrong of a decision to date these four princes? Or is there really something suspicious?

While thinking, I sat down in the carriage and told them to take me to the Main City. I was sitting inside, looking out and imagining the things that happened to me. Last time when I was leaving from here, from the carriage—what if those things happen to me again? What will I do? Of course, I would kill them, but how many of them would I be able to kill? What if something bad happens to me?

While thinking all this, I really want to laugh at myself because I’m such a negative person. Why the hell am I even thinking about that accident, which is not supposed to happen?

It’s good that before leaving, Orion treated my wound, so it doesn’t hurt me right now.

Still, I can’t forget how Lysander behaved with me. I couldn’t believe my eyes. Was that really Lysander’s true form? Or what was that? And what he said—that he didn’t do that on his own, someone was telling him to do it—but it’s impossible because he was the only one there. So how can someone else tell him to do something like this?

Obviously, he was feeling guilty, that’s why he made up this thing.

In the meanwhile, I reached the Main City. As I came out of the carriage, I saw the same restaurant where Damon and I ate last time. I directly went inside and ordered the food. After sitting there, I was just trying to forget everything, because I didn’t want to stress myself.

When the food got served and I was eating, I started to look around, and then I saw someone. And just by looking at him, I remembered where I had seen him. He was at Lysander’s party. He had come and stood beside me, telling me I was beautiful. And I also told him he was handsome—because he was.

Is this a coincidence that Alpha is also here? Or I don’t know anything. But he just seems like a normal person who is eating there while sitting.

As I was thinking, suddenly his eyes locked with mine, and he smiled. Looking at his smile, I didn’t feel strange, but then suddenly he stood up with his food plate and stood in front of me.

"Silas, it’s such a surprise that you are also here. Nice to meet you."

"Yeah, nice to meet you." Well, I just said that out of formality because, no, it was not nice to meet him at all. I didn’t want to meet anyone right now. I wanted to be alone. Because in this restaurant, no one knows me. So, it was good that no one knew me. I was sitting here alone. But then this person comes, who knows me.

"Why are you eating alone here?" he asked. And he himself didn’t stop eating. The food that he had picked up from his table—he was eating that. And when I looked at his plate, there was a cheese pasta, which was looking tasty.

I know it’s not good to stare into someone else’s plate, but that pasta was indeed looking good, which was making me forget everything. That’s why I called the waiter.

"Can you bring the same cheese pasta—the one he is eating right now?" I ordered while pointing my finger at that guy’s plate, and the waiter left from there while nodding.

"Silas, if you want it, you can eat mine. There’s no need to order more."

"There are only a few bites left on your plate. Do you want me to eat a little? I want to eat more. That’s why I ordered pasta. And why would I eat your leftovers anyway?"

He put down his fork and looked at me. "I didn’t mean to offend you, I was just saying if you want more, you can eat. I’m not saying anything else. I just didn’t know that my words would make you feel this way."

I didn’t give him a reply. I started to eat what I had ordered earlier, and while eating, in the meantime, the waiter brought the cheese pasta, and when he brought it, the plate was full. Wow, thank God they gave such a large amount of pasta, ’cause I am really craving right now.

As I took the first bite, it melted in my mouth, and it was so delicious, man. I didn’t know that pasta could even taste like this. Because back in my pack, when I told my chef to make pasta, they said that pasta is not good for health, so I shouldn’t eat it—and Dad was also the same, ’cause Dad had heard from someone that someone died after eating too much pasta.

"If you don’t mind, can I ask what happened to your head?"

My eyes turned over to him, and his glance was on my head, where the bandage was wrapped around. Obviously, it was clear that I was hurt.

"Nothing, I just fell down."

"Really? It doesn’t seem like you just fell down. Did someone hit you?"

I don’t know how he guessed that, but I don’t think I should tell him the truth.