19.

Chapter — A Father’s Demand

Kieran's POV:-

The head administrator swallowed hard, her hands trembling as she held onto the file in front of her. Richard Wolfe’s cold, calculating gaze was locked onto her, waiting. The weight of his presence alone was suffocating, but his words made it unbearable.

“You have ten minutes,” he had said.

And now, as the fire alarms screamed in the background and the scent of burning wood still lingered in the air, she had no choice but to answer.

“It—it wasn’t just destruction,” she stammered. “Your son… he did this because we issued a transfer notice to one of our teachers.”

Richard arched a brow. “A teacher?”

Kieran, still standing nearby, exhaled a sharp breath through his nose, his body thrumming with barely contained rage. His hands twitched at his sides, blood drying on his knuckles.

The administrator hesitated, but Richard’s piercing gaze left no room for lies.

“Noah Everly,” she finally admitted. “Your son—he—he has been… involved with him.”

Richard’s expression didn’t change, but there was a slight pause.

The administrator quickly continued. “Rumors had been spreading. It was inevitable—students started talking, staff became concerned, and when we looked into it… we found evidence. Gifts. Notes. Unusual classroom interactions. It was highly inappropriate, and we had no choice but to take action.”

Richard turned his head slightly toward Kieran, who still hadn’t spoken. His breathing was slow, steady—dangerous.

“You burned down a school,” Richard finally said, his tone unreadable. “Over a teacher?”

Kieran’s jaw flexed. “He’s mine.”

A dark silence followed.

The administrator clenched the file in her hands, her voice small. “Mr. Wolfe, your son is obsessed with this man.”

Richard turned his gaze back to her, his expression unreadable. Then he exhaled, slow and even, before adjusting his cuffs.

“How much,” he repeated.

The administrator’s lips parted in shock. “Mr. Wolfe, this isn’t just about money—”

Richard gave her a look that silenced her immediately.

“Everything is about money.”

Kieran’s smirk was slow, cruel.

The administrator hesitated.

Richard sighed. “Ten million to make this go away. Twenty million if you ensure Noah Everly never transfers.”

Kieran’s pulse thrummed.

The administrator paled. “You can’t—”

“I can and I will.”

Kieran tilted his head, his smirk widening. “Make your choice.”

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Kieran stood amidst the wreckage, the heat of the fire licking at his skin, the scent of smoke and blood thick in the air. His body was still thrumming with violent satisfaction, his knuckles bruised and raw from the fights. The destruction around him barely registered.

But his father did.

Richard Wolfe stood in the chaos like he owned it, his tailored suit untouched, his expression cold and unreadable. He had just silenced the administration with a few well-placed words, made them cower without lifting a finger.

And now, his sharp gaze was pinned on Kieran.

“This is over one person?” Richard’s voice was calm, but there was an edge of incredulity beneath it. “You set fire to a school, assaulted multiple people—over him?”

Kieran’s jaw clenched. His heartbeat pounded, his rage barely contained. “Yes.”

Richard exhaled slowly, watching his son like one would observe a wild animal. “You’re serious.”

Kieran’s eyes gleamed dangerously. “I don’t say things I don’t mean.”

Richard studied him for a moment longer, then—he smirked.

“Then I want to meet him.”

Kieran’s blood ran cold. His fingers curled into fists, his breathing sharp. “No.”

Richard arched a brow. “No?”

Kieran’s rage surged. “He’s mine. You don’t need to meet him.”

Richard tilted his head, amused. “I think I do. If you’re willing to destroy everything for him, I need to see what’s worth that.”

Kieran’s pulse thrummed violently. He didn’t want his father anywhere near Noah. No one was allowed to get near him. What if he disagree to their relationship? No this can't happen.

But Richard Wolfe was not a man who took no for an answer.

And Kieran knew—this wasn’t a request. It was an order.

*****

— Obsession on Display

Noah stepped out of the classroom, his eyes red and swollen from crying. His hands trembled as he clutched his bag, his breath uneven. The weight of the stares, the murmurs, the judgment—it crushed him.

And then—

A blur of motion. A sharp inhale.

Before he could react, Kieran was there.

“Noah,” Kieran’s voice was rough, desperate. Then, without hesitation, he grabbed Noah, pulling him into his arms.

Noah gasped, struggling, but Kieran held him tight—like he’d break if he let go. His hands gripped Noah’s waist possessively, his body radiating heat and raw intensity.

“It’s okay,” Kieran murmured against his ear, too close, too overwhelming. “I’m here. I won’t let them take you from me.”

The hallway was silent. Students and teachers alike stared in shock. Whispers spread like wildfire.

Noah’s breath hitched. “K-Kieran, stop—everyone’s watching—”

“Let them watch,” Kieran growled, his grip tightening. His fingers dug into Noah’s sides, his lips brushing dangerously close to his temple. “I don’t care. Let them know you’re mine.”

Noah’s heart pounded. “Kieran—”

Then Kieran pulled back, just enough to cup Noah’s face, his thumbs wiping away stray tears. His gaze—dark, obsessive—bore into him.

“Who made you cry?” His voice was low, dangerous.

Noah swallowed hard. “They said I—I have to leave—”

A dark look crossed Kieran’s face. His jaw tightened. His arms flexed around Noah.

“No,” Kieran said, final and absolute. “You’re not leaving me Angel.”

His voice carried through the hallway.

It wasn’t a plea.

It was a promise.

*****

— The Heir’s Choice

The tension in the school corridor was suffocating. Students and staff stood frozen, watching the scene unfold like something out of a drama they weren’t sure they should be witnessing. But none of that mattered to Kieran.

His entire world narrowed down to the trembling figure in his arms—Noah.

Tear-streaked, fragile, his.

Kieran held him close, one hand gently stroking his back, the other gripping his waist with silent possession. “Shhh,” he murmured, voice lower than usual, softer in a way only Noah ever got to hear. “I’m here. No one’s taking you from me.”

Noah buried his face in Kieran’s chest, still sniffling. He was overwhelmed, too shaken to process anything beyond the warmth and strength of the arms wrapped around him.

Then—

A deep, authoritative voice cut through the thick silence.

“So this is the teacher you’re willing to burn the world for?”

Kieran turned his head sharply, but for once, he didn’t feel immediate rage at the interruption.

Because standing there, watching them with knowing eyes, was his father.

Richard Wolfe.

A man of quiet strength. Of control. Of power. But above all—

A man who loved his son.

Kieran’s grip on Noah didn’t loosen, but his expression softened just slightly.

Richard stepped forward, completely ignoring the gaping administration members and terrified teachers. His sharp grey eyes scanned Noah—not with judgment, not with cruelty—but with quiet understanding.

And then—he smiled.

A slow, genuine, fatherly smile.

“Hello,” he said, voice warm yet firm. “I’m Richard Wolfe. Kieran’s father.”

Noah hesitated before managing a shaky, “H-hello, sir…” His voice was barely above a whisper.

Richard nodded, pleased. “So polite.” Then, he turned his attention to his son. “You love him.” It wasn’t a question.

Kieran didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”

A pause.

Then Richard sighed, looking toward the administration.  He growled “And this is the reason you called me?” He shook his head. “My son is in love, and instead of handling things with care, you tried to separate him from the one thing keeping him sane?”

The room was dead silent.

One of the administrators hesitantly cleared their throat. “M-Mr. Wolfe, the situation is—”

Richard held up a hand. They immediately shut up.

Then, he turned to Kieran again. “You caused a mess,” he said, though there was no real anger in his tone.

Kieran smirked slightly. “Yeah.”

Richard sighed again, but there was something almost amused in his gaze. He looked back at Noah, his expression gentler now. “Are you alright, son?”

Noah blinked, surprised at being addressed so kindly. “I—I think so.”

Richard studied him a moment longer, then nodded. He placed a firm hand on Kieran’s shoulder. “If you love him, then I won’t stand in your way. Neither do I'll let anyone.”

Kieran exhaled—relief flooding through him.

Richard looked toward the administration again, his usual commanding aura returning. “This discussion is over. Noah Everly stays. My son stays. And if any of you dare to make this difficult for them…” His voice dropped into something darker, something undeniable. “You’ll regret it.”

No one dared argue.

And just like that—

It was settled.

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