The Exiled Alpha's Human Male Mate.[BL]

Mr. Anderson didn’t leave immediately.

He remained where he was, glaring at the Sinclair family as though hoping he could send them all to hell with only a glare.

That hope vanished the moment Hillary slowly rose from his seat.

The older man’s expression didn’t change, yet the shift in the room was immediate. Even the armed men standing behind Mr. Anderson straightened instinctively.

Without another word, Mr. Anderson turned sharply.

"Let’s go."

His voice carried fury. Kara hesitated before following him. She cast one final look at Dave, then at Bryce, hatred burning openly in her eyes before storming out after her father.

Their men followed close behind, and within moments the mansion fell into an almost unsettling silence.

It lasted barely three seconds.

"Hey, SJ."

One of the twins leaned comfortably against the back of the sofa, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

"I honestly don’t know what we’d do without you."

He sighed dramatically.

"We really don’t need TV dramas."

His grin widened.

"We just have to wait for you to come home. Thanks for keeping us entertained. "

Laughter erupted throughout the room.

Dave rolled his eyes.

"Not funny."

Bryce stood frozen among them, unable to understand how the atmosphere had transformed so effortlessly. Only moments ago the room had been on the verge of violence.

Now everyone behaved as though none of it had happened.

The attention gradually shifted toward him.

"You were right," Dave’s mother said warmly as she studied Bryce properly for the first time. "He really does look just like him."

Bryce frowned.

Like who?

"Welcome to the family, Bryce."

Her voice carried genuine warmth.

"We’ve heard so much about you. It’s nice to finally meet you."

Bryce remained silent.

He couldn’t bring himself to respond. He hadn’t heard about a single one of them until today, yet every person in the room seemed to know everything about him.

"He’s even prettier than him," the sister corrected with obvious amusement.

Who was ’he’?

Bryce couldn’t stop wondering. His eyes drifted instinctively toward Dave. There was no doubt in his mind that this was yet another secret Dave had been hiding from him.

"Beautiful man." One of the twins murmured.

Dave’s head snapped toward him.

"Choose your words carefully."

His voice wasn’t loud, but unreadable.

"Some compliments are mine to give."

"Aww..."

The teasing echoed almost in unison.

Dave’s ears immediately turned red.

Bryce simply stared.

"He looks overwhelmed."

The sister’s playful expression faded.

"Is he alright?"

Hillary walked toward Bryce before anyone else could answer.

Bryce instinctively stiffened.

Every step the older man took made his heartbeat pound harder.

"It must be everything that has just happened with the Anderson family," he said. His arm settled comfortably across Bryce’s shoulders before slowly guiding him forward.

"But don’t worry, buddy."

He smiled.

"Nothing serious happened."

They began walking deeper into the mansion, everyone else following behind them.

"Soon you’ll get used to this."

"Honey," Victoria called from behind them, laughing softly, "are you trying to comfort him or terrify him?"

"I’m simply telling him the truth."

Hillary didn’t sound apologetic in the slightest.

After walking through another hallway, they entered a dining room so spacious Bryce momentarily forgot to breathe.

A massive table dominated the center of the room.

Every seat was already prepared.

The table itself overflowed with food.

Dish after dish stretched from one end to the other until Bryce couldn’t even see the polished wood beneath them.

Some meals he recognized immediately, while others existed only in expensive restaurants or glossy magazines he’d occasionally seen online.

For the first time that day, he realized he couldn’t remember when he’d last eaten.

Oddly enough, he still wasn’t hungry.

His mind had been too overwhelmed to remember something as ordinary as food.

Everyone began taking their seats.

Dave chose the chair beside him.

Bryce lowered himself into his seat mechanically, still struggling to absorb everything around him.

Without asking, Dave reached for the serving dishes and began filling Bryce’s plate.

"I’m not hungry," Bryce murmured quietly.

His voice barely reached Dave.

"I just want to sleep."

Dave continued serving him anyway.

"Eat a little."

His reply was equally quiet.

"After dinner I’ll take you to bed."

"What are you lovebirds whispering about?"

One of the twins rested his chin on his palm dramatically.

"If you’re going to whisper sweet things to each other, save them for your bedroom."

Another chorus of teasing and laughter filled the dining room.

"Right now," the other twin added with exaggerated seriousness, "share everything you have to say."

After some time, Dave’s sister leaned forward, curiosity sparkling in her eyes.

"So, Bryce..."

Dave interrupted before she could continue.

"No questions tonight."

His tone wasn’t harsh.

"He’s exhausted."

She immediately leaned back.

"Fair enough."

Dave looked around the table.

"How about just the introductions tonight? Everything else can wait. Names only."

Before anyone else had the chance to complain or make another teasing remark, Dave’s father spoke.

"Hillary Sinclair."

His mother followed with a gentle smile.

"Victoria Sinclair."

"Angela."

The young woman raised her hand slightly.

"Jack."

"Jake."

The twins spoke simultaneously.

Conversation soon flowed naturally around the table.

Stories replaced introductions.

Every now and then someone tried drawing Bryce into the conversation, asking simple questions or offering another dish, but he answered only with brief nods or quiet refusals.

They were friendly.

Warmer than he had expected.

Yet no amount of kindness could erase the distance he felt.

To him, they were strangers.

Every single one of them.

Including the man sitting quietly beside him.

After all those years together, even Dave no longer felt like someone he truly knew.

Bryce forced himself to eat a few bites, each one feeling more like an obligation than a meal. The food might as well have been tasteless for all he noticed.

By the time he set his cutlery down, Dave could no longer pretend not to notice how uncomfortable he was.

He rose from his seat, excused the two of them, and led Bryce out of the dining room, finally giving him an escape from the crowd that had been closing in on him ever since they arrived.

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