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Chapter 152: _ Momma, Give Blood
Lupe answered Isleen, "I raided the kitchen, Isleen! Found some lovely ingredients and whipped us up a delicious pasta primavera." She winked at Isleen. "We’ve all had our fill. I kept yours in the oven."
"Oh, good then." Said, Isleen before she turned to Fergus with her brow furrowed in concern. "Are you hungry, Liam?"
Fergus internally cringed. ’Hungry’ didn’t even begin to describe his state. He craved something far more deadly, far red, and slippery– something a plate of Lupe’s pasta wouldn’t satisfy. "Yeah, Mum, I’m starving," he lied smoothly.
"Would you like to eat with me?" she asked, her eyes filled with a warmth that made Fergus clench his fists. n𝚘vp𝚞𝚋.com
Before Fergus could fabricate an excuse, Lupe interjected. "Oh, Isleen, honey, your portion’s not that big. I don’t think you can afford to share with Liam. Moreover, he ate the same potion as Cullen and I. What does he mean he’s hungry?"
That bitch; Fergus internally hissed. It seemed she was ready to join her mother in hell. Well, she should not be in such a hurry. One at a time, he’d send them all right there.
Fergus countered her with a hateful glare that he didn’t bother to hide. "Would you mind your business, you—"
Lupe cut him off with a pointed look. "Remember, Liam, manners. I’m not your age mate, so a little respect goes a long way."
What the heck?
Did this scrawny wolf girl just tell him she wasn’t his age mate? What the heck was she on about? Fergus was about to blurt out a scoff and give her the scare of her life. He was tired of this Liam facade.
He was glad it was going to be over soon. Very soon.
Isleen, however, stepped in. "Liam, please be nice to Lupe."
Fergus gritted his teeth. The act of playing the innocent child was wearing thin, fast. He just wanted to snap Lupe’s neck off.
Was that too much to ask?
"Okay, okay," he mumbled, earning a pat on the head and a "good boy" from Isleen.
As Isleen turned to retrieve her food, Lupe snagged her arm. "Hey, Isleen, after you eat, why don’t you come with me back to my house? I need to see what kind of work needs to be done so that we can all move in as soon as possible. Can’t be having Gamma Rhett come back to a messy house and running mouths." She shot Cullen a weird look at that reference.
Cullen did a ’hmph!’ and flung his neck aside as though he wasn’t scared of the potential complications of Rhett overhearing the slander.
Fergus could literally hear his heartbeat accelerating ever since Rhett had passed by. Right now, when Lupe mentioned Rhett, Cullen’s heartbeat heightened at a fast pace.
Fergus heard it all.
Poor fella; he thought to himself as his eyes traveled to Cullen. Not to worry, he would ease him of his worries soon enough.
The subtle shift in Isleen’s demeanor at the mention of Rhett also didn’t escape Fergus’ notice. A hint of something akin to pain crossed her face.
It was almost imperceptible but was there nonetheless. "Sure, Lupe," Isleen finally agreed. "Thanks for looking out for us."
Lupe beamed. "That’s what friends are for! You and I would hastily run along. I know you’ll be worried about this brat here. But I’m sure he can keep Cullen company while we’re gone."
Fergus internally cheered. Finally, some peace and quiet. He had no idea why everything was working in his favor.
He liked challenges but this mission so far had proven so easy to accomplish. Lupe might be an annoying brat but she did just make this possible.
He would be alone with the clueless Cullen. Finally.
Isleen soon devoured her pasta primavera. She had this satisfied smile gracing her lips when she finished, and it was one that Fergus liked.
Finally, one thing that he actually liked today. His mood had been awful ever since he saw what Isleen and Rhett did. It just pissed him so much that he wanted to speed up his mission.
He was never the impulsive one. He acted carefully, calculative, and at a steady pace. But Liam’s age was restricting him from so many things.
Imagine he couldn’t be left alone unless he was under the guidance of someone else. Nah, he needed freedom. He would get it.
He should probably say goodbye to Liam’s form now.
With a final bite, Isleen pushed the plate away. "That was delicious, Lupe. Thank you."
"No problem at all, Isleen," Lupe chirped. "Just happy to help."
Isleen excused herself and disappeared into the room, presumably to change. Lupe and Cullen continued their conversation, albeit in quiet tones now, about pack politics and upcoming events.
Fergus tuned them out, his mind focused on the approaching opportunity. His ears would burst if he listened to those two speak again.
Finally, Isleen reappeared with a fresh top on and a single-minded look in her eyes. "Alright, Lupe, let’s get going. We should head out now and be back early to cook for the boys."
"Absolutely," Lupe agreed, gathering her things. "Boys really can’t do anything without us girls."
That earned a chuckle from Isleen and both girls giggled while Cullen chewed on his nails.
"Why do you make that face, Cullen? You’re barely even a man." Lupe taunted him and Cullen threw a protesting fist in the air.
In the stupid irritating tone, Fergus loathed, "You can come with me to a room and find that out, girl." Cullen countered.
And now, Isleen’s chuckle morphed into full-blown laughter. "Let’s just go, Lupe!"
"You boys don’t starve. Wait for your momma. We’ll be right back!" Lupe, probably thinking she was cool attempted to taunt both Fergus and Cullen.
While Cullen reacted in the way she wanted, Fergus could only glare at her with hunger. Like girl, come on here with your blood. Then, you’ll be the momma who needs to be waited for.
Argh. Fergus couldn’t take this any longer. He wanted BLOOD!
