Mated to alpha triplets at all-boys school Chapter 165

The king pov

At this point, I'm not even surprised that when it comes to more difficult tasks, so many people claim that if you want something to be done properly, you must do it yourself.

It's the same for me too. Although I'm of very high status, the same as any other person, I can't rely much on others. Apparently, especially on my son.

Groaning, I slowly stand from my seat and thank the advisor. “I appreciate your help, advisor. Thank you for bringing the issue up to me this early on, before anything else went wrong. Your urgency at delivering the news is admirable. Remember the raise you asked for? Consider it done.” I announce with a forced smile and walk around the desk to approach him.

The man looks like he's about to lose his life or his soul might escape his body because of the immense amount of stress he's battling right now.

I slap my hand on his shoulder and guide him out of my office, ignoring the sputtering of questions and the weak attempts to thank me.

As soon as he's out of my hair, I head to Kaiden's office to see if my son is deliberately avoiding everyone or just playing hard to get.

He's the next king in line, so he has to learn how to deal with issues of different calibers. The small inconveniences, I know he's capable of handling those, but something like this will be a challenge.

All I can really do is hope that the rumors stay on the level they're deemed to be - just rumors.

On my way to my son's office, I'm stopped by some maids and servants who use the moment to question me about some tasks they should do. That literally takes at least twenty minutes of my time, which is something I can't afford.

So, the next person who tries to stop me is the first person I ignore. Usually, I'm not like this. I don't storm past my people like they mean nothing to me.

In reality, my people are my lifeline and without them, I wouldn't stand where I am today. The pack, the followers mean more to me than my own son.

How pathetic it is to admit something as vile as this? A father who couldn't care enough about his son even if he tried to.

Sometimes, I lose myself in thoughts about my late mate and somehow, end up wondering why Kaiden couldn't have been more like her.

That woman knew kindness and compassion like no other person. She always had answers for every situation and no matter how hard it got, she always found the cracks in the walls she could use to her advantage, always with grace and her head held high.

Goddess, how I wish my son could've been more like her than he is like me.

Those thoughts only pull me into a void of depression that I don't want to be a part of, so I literally shake my head to get rid of them.

I look like an idiot, walking down the hall and shaking my head like I'm having a damn seizure.

Eventually, I finally reach my goal and stop at Kaiden's office door. First, I take a few deep breaths to ground myself before I face my son, who's probably hiding from responsibility.

When I lift my hand to knock on his door, I almost back out and pull away, not quite sure if handing him over such an important task is the right thing to do. But before I can start questioning my decisions again, I quickly knock on the door and hold my breath, awaiting any reaction.

Kaiden is old enough to deal with everything on his own. I can't keep hiding him from responsibilities that come along with the position he wants more than his next breath.

Since he doesn't react to knocking, I clear my throat and speak up. “Kaiden, it's me. We need to talk, there's something I want you to deal with.”

I wait again, a minute, then two and eventually, three. There's no response, so I knock a little louder and call out to him. “Kaiden, open the door, we need to talk. If you want to become the king, you can't hide your ass inside the office and let everyone else do the dirty work for you.”

No answer. Absolutely none.

I almost consider the possibility that he's out, but if it were the case, at least one of the guards or servants would've seen him leave.

Then, I wonder if he's just testing how far he can push me in a situation in which we can't make a single mistake.

Both of the scenarios seem highly unlikely, so I try to show my respect by knocking on his door the last time. If he doesn't react to me now, I swear, I'm about to break down this bloody door and take it with me.

I'll start adapting to new age parenting and make it clear that doors are an extra, not a necessity. First goes the office door, then his bedroom and even bathroom. To hell, if Kaiden pushes my buttons, I might take all the darn doors in this house.

“Kaiden, let me in!” I scream at the top of my lungs, and again, there's no answer.

Finally, I have enough, so I take a step back and kick the door, ready to keep kicking it until I get inside, but there's no need for it as the door isn't even locked. It opens after the first kick, so I rush inside, set on screaming at my lazy son.

The only issue is that Kaiden isn't in the office. All I see is a mess all over the place, very uncharacteristic of my son. He is many things, but a slob isn't one of them. Judging by how the office is left behind, either Kaiden was insanely pissed about something before he left, or he's been taken against his will.

Did someone seriously kidnap my son? If so, I think I know who's to blame. The fucking Sorrentino’s.