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Chapter 177: I Am Not Cullen
Nick finally led Fergus to a motel close to the outskirts of the pack grounds. They’d taken a shortcuts, all in an effort to avoid interacting with the pack.
As they went in, Fergus was able to easily pick up the smell of hard drugs and weed.
Oh, la, la.
This wasn’t just any motel. It was a haven for drug dealers and addicts alike who used this motel to carry out their nefarious activities in secret.
Hmph. Typical of wolves. Carrying out their hidden desires In secret instead of just embracing the darkness and letting loose.
Fergus couldn’t help frowning.
He was sure someone here would recognize Cullen’s form and point him out as a suspect if something were to happen to Nick. He needed to keep a low profile, especially now that he was so close to accomplishing his mission.
He turned his head to Nick, a false smile on his face. "Are we heading to a room?"
Nick raised an eyebrow, giving Fergus a surprised look. "What, you don’t want to take some crack first? You didn’t even have anything to drink at the bar."
Probably because the only thing I want to drink right now is your blood; Fergus thought to himself, while on the surface he still retained a cheerful smile.
"We could always save that for later. I want us to have this talk with a clear head. We’re talking about our future together, Nick." Fergus spoke softly, rubbing Nick’s chest with his hands, smirking to himself when he saw Nick trying to compose himself.
The fool. He was too far gone. Fergus almost pitied the man. He was about to get eaten, unknown to him, and it was only because he’d made the mistake of bumping into Fergus earlier. Even if the man didn’t love Cullen, Fergus would’ve still found a way to eat him.
Nick shook his head, shrugging. "You make a good point. In that case, let’s just go book a ro–"
Fergus interjected before he could finish. "How about, your house? I mean, it would be way more private than if we stayed here." His voice sounded suggestive.
He could only hope that the idiot’s house hadn’t been destroyed during the attack. If not, then Fergus would have to take Nick to an isolated place and kill him swiftly. He was trying to find somewhere private because he wanted to play a little with his new victim before feeding on him.
He wanted to gauge how strong his love for the foolish Cullen was. To see if he’d fight once he found out that the man he claimed to love was nothing more than a pile of bones buried somewhere in the woods. He wanted to revel in his despair, revel in his agony.
Nick seemed at a loss for words, opening his mouth and closing them to say something. But finally, like Fergus had anticipated, Nick gave in. He grinned widely, eyeing Fergus slyly.
"Alright then. If you say so." With that said, they both strutted out of the motel, leaving the drug dealers and their customers to carry out their underground activities.
Fergus was growing impatient with all these back and forth. He was an ancient vampire for crying out loud! He didn’t have to be so calculative and patient to hunt down and eat anyone he pleased from this pack of vermin. Laying low for so long, was exhausting and getting on his last nerves. He needed something— or rather someone — to pour his pent-up frustration into.
The two finally got to a house, a small duplex. Nick unlocked the door, stepping in first. He took a whiff of the house’s interior, sighing to himself.
"Well, make yourself at home, Cullen. Say, this being your first day at my place and all, why don’t I offer you a drink?" Nick gave Fergus a wink before strutting towards the kitchen.
"Oh, no worries. You’d do just fine." Fergus uttered coldly, as he eyed Nick like a slab of meat. However, it seemed Nick was tone-deaf and didn’t catch the memo.
"Don’t worry, my love. We can have all the time together today if you want." He purred from the kitchen. "That’s, of course, if you don’t decide to go back home tonight to be with your Omega roommate. I mean, no offense, but she kinda has a bad rep in this pack. Hanging around her so much might make you a target."
Fergus scoffed with disdain. So, this Nick wasn’t as much of a nice guy as he’d originally thought? Using Isleen’s omega status to judge was a low blow, even by his standards. He viewed all his food equally and could care less about status or how powerful they were. He would always come out on top anyway.
Nick finally emerged from the kitchen, holding two glasses of an alcoholic drink that Fergus was able to tell was vodka from the smell. He handed one to Fergus, raising his glass at him.
"Cheers." Nick sounded cheerful, raising his eyebrows playfully at Fergus.
Too bad that cheerful smile was about to wash off clear from his face.
Fergus took in the content of the glass in one gulp, stunning Nick for a second. But before the wolf could say anything, Fergus flung the glass backward, sending it crashing into the wall.
Nick jumped, startled by Fergus’s sudden change in attitude.
"Dude, these glasses belonged to my Nana! What the fuck did you do that for?" Nick’s eyes shone with annoyance, but also with a hint of hesitation and confusion that Fergus was easily able to detect.
Yes... that’s it. You haven’t seen anything yet, foolish wolf.
Fergus’s face flickered with a malevolent smile, as he took a step towards Nick. The burly wolf tilted his head, looking at Fergus with an unsure gaze.
"Cu– Cullen? What is this? Was that glass too much for you?" Nick chuckled nervously, trying to lighten the air. However, cold sweat dripped down his face when Fergus didn’t stop. "Cullen, you’re scaring me."
Oh, yes. That was what he wanted to hear. Sweet, sweet fear. But, still, that wasn’t enough to make this meal more exciting. He desired something more, a fear so primal that it would drive its victim to their knees, unable to think or act naturally, their fate resigned to a creature of unknown power.
Moments like those made his hunts all the more worthwhile to Fergus.
Fergus’s eyes flickered with a red light, as he finally stopped his advancement towards Nick. However, he burst into sinister laughter, only managing to make Nick even more uncomfortable. Before he could say something again, Fergus snarled.
"Incompetent fool! Don’t you see? Haven’t you sensed it yet?" Fergus spread out his arms as if to showcase himself like an art piece. Then, he spoke his next words with a deathly tone that he was sure would make his victim’s trepidation only increase. "I am NOT Cullen."
