Mated to Four Alphas
Chapter 85: Serial killer- 1

Chapter 85: Serial killer- 1

Silas’s POV

"Okay then, bye."

Just then, I heard a clicking sound, like a photo being taken. I looked around but didn’t see anything or anyone. Maybe it was just my imagination.

I turned to leave, and as I was walking away, I noticed Theron was still standing there, looking at me.

Still, I left. Why should I bother thinking about why Theron looks sad or whatever? Blah blah blah.

I went to Atlas. "Where’s the taxi?"

"I called, but it’ll take 15 minutes to arrive. Why don’t we use the company car? It’s still parked nearby."

"No, Atlas. I can’t use something that’s not meant for me."

"What do you mean?"

Atlas’s face showed that he didn’t understand what I just said.

When I first came, everything was simply given to me without me even asking. And at first, I was happy.

But I don’t want that kind of happiness. I want to buy my own car, my own house—everything through my hard work. I still have a lot to learn.

And I believe that if I work hard, I can achieve my goals. I don’t need to rely on anyone to survive.

People change, but the one thing that doesn’t change is yourself. That’s why you can only trust yourself.

As we were standing there, a car stopped in front of us. I thought it was our taxi, but when the window rolled down, I saw Jeren.

"Aren’t you... What was your name again? Ah, yes! Silas. What are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same thing, mister."

"Haha... funny one. But I asked first, so you have to answer. Are you alright? I saw an article saying you went missing. Damon took it down in less than two hours, but I still managed to read it."

Article? What article is he talking about? I had no idea there was an article about me being missing. This is the first time I’m hearing about it.

And Damon took it down in less than two hours?

"I’m fine. Don’t worry about me. It was nothing serious," I said.

"Really? If you say so. But what are you doing out here at night? Aren’t you going home?"

What should I say? Should I tell him I’m going home right now?

I was about to answer when Atlas’s phone suddenly rang. He immediately picked it up.

"Don’t be afraid. I’m coming home."

Atlas looked worried. As he talked on the call, his face grew pale. When he hung up and glanced at me, I knew something was wrong.

"What happened, Atlas? Who was that?"

"It was my younger brother. I think I need to go home now."

"Did something happen?" I asked, noticing how terrified he looked.

"Yes. My brother said he’s scared. He feels like someone is inside the house, staring at him. That’s why he’s hiding behind the sofa in the living room. He heard sounds from the wardrobe, like someone’s inside his room."

Hearing that, my heart skipped a beat. That’s exactly what I felt that night... and someone was actually there.

And according to the news, a serial killer is on the loose. But in my case, it wasn’t a serial killer—the one who kidnapped me was working for someone else.

But hearing Atlas, I think this is something we should seriously worry about. What if that serial killer is in their house right now?

"Atlas, tell your brother to get out of the house right now! We have to hurry!" I shouted in worry.

Atlas tried calling, but this time, the call wasn’t connecting. Then, his brother’s phone suddenly switched off.

Now I was more worried than Atlas.

"I’ll go get our car!" Atlas said.

But the car was parked a little farther away, and we didn’t have that much time.

"Both of you, get in. Tell me the address—I’ll take you there. You both look hella worried," Jeren said.

Hearing that, I felt a bit relieved. "Thank you so much, mister."

We both got into the car. Atlas told Jeren the address, and without wasting any time, Jeren drove at full speed. He knew we had to reach there as soon as possible.

As time passed, I grew more and more nervous. My heart was pounding. Atlas’s younger brother... please be safe, kiddo.

Just then, Jeren slammed on the brakes.

We hurried out. The neighborhood was eerily silent, as if no one lived there. The houses were small and scattered farther apart.

As we approached the house, the door was open. Atlas was the first to run inside—he looked like his heart had stopped beating. Jeren and I followed closely behind.

And what I saw next left me in shock.

Atlas’s younger brother was lying on the floor, blood oozing from his wounds. His whole body was covered in injuries. His eyes were closed. He wasn’t moving.

Atlas rushed to him. "Ivan... Ivan! My brother, please open your eyes!" Atlas started crying.

My eyes welled up too. That kid... he was so young. He looked no older than 14 or 15.

Just then, Jeren stepped forward, took the boy from Atlas, and checked his pulse.

"Idiot, he’s still alive! What are you crying for? Get up! We need to take him to the hospital!"

Hearing that, I felt a wave of relief. When Atlas started crying, I really thought his brother was gone.

Jeren carried the boy out, but Atlas was still in shock. He wasn’t moving. He just sat there, staring at the floor.

I tapped his shoulder a few times.

Finally, he snapped out of it and looked at me.

I know it must be hard for Atlas to see his own younger brother in this condition, covered in blood.

"Atlas, let’s go. We have to take your brother to the hospital."

Atlas stood up, and we rushed outside. Jeren was already waiting for us, carefully placing the kid in the backseat.

Atlas sat beside Jeren in the front, while I sat in the back with the kid’s head resting on my lap.