Mated To My Boyfriend's Dad

Chapter 178: A Strong Meal

[Warning: Violence and gruesome graphics]

Nick’s eyes shone brightly upon hearing Fergus’s declaration. But soon, he laughed heartily, making Fergus crease his brows with annoyance.

Was this imbecile laughing at the face of his own death? Or did he perhaps not believe his words? Or, was he just dumb?

Whatever the reason, Fergus would make sure he regretted that laugh during his final moments.

"Oh, Cullen." Nick finally stopped laughing, struggling a bit to catch his breath. "You always come up with the wildest stories. So, what? If you’re not Cullen, then what are you? A flesh-eating creature here to harvest my brain?"

Hmph, you could keep your brain, there’s nothing much left in there; Fergus thought to himself, shaking his head with pity. It seemed his second and third deductions were accurate...this man didn’t believe his words and was too dumb to notice all the context clues.

Fergus smirked. A dumb meal also meant an easier one to break mentally.

Fergus didn’t say anything in reply to Nick, his eyes instead shifting and staying on a bright red color. Not ending there, his nails elongated into long fingers like swords, his slender figure growing even taller. He had an almost animalistic smile on his face as he looked down at Nick, cackling to himself when he grew pale with fear.

But just as quickly as he had shown a glimpse of his true form, Cullen’s form came back, as he bared his fangs at Nick with a predatory grin.

The wolf took a few steps back, his tone almost breaking. "You- what did you do with Cullen?"

Fergus smirked. It was at this moment after his victims had realized that he wasn’t who they perceived him as, that their minds went into overdrive, their flight, fight, or freeze instinct kicking in.

Interestingly enough, this Nick guy seemed to be bolder than Fergus had originally guessed, as he growled at him.

"Answer me! Where is Cullen? What is the meaning of this? Wh- what are you?" Nick’s body shivered, his hair standing on edge with alertness.

Fergus scoffed. He’d had about enough of this.

In the blink of an eye, Fergus was standing mere millimeters away from Nick. He raised his arm, slapping him on the face, swatting him like a fly. Nick was sent flying, crashing into the wall close to the dining room.

He lay there helplessly on the ground, whimpering in pain. But it wasn’t enough for Fergus.

"First off, your beloved Cullen is dead. Killed him today actually and right under the Gamma’s roof too." Fergus licked his lips with glee, his grin only increasing when he saw the horror etched on Nick’s face. "Oh, and also, in case your brain cells are still too dead to see it, I’m a vampire. But obviously, not your regular kind."

Nick slowly got up, clutching his left shoulder with gritted teeth. "Yo- you killed-you killed Cullen?" _{𝘯𝘰𝑣𝘱𝑢𝘣.𝑐𝑜𝑚}

Fergus chuckled with genuine amusement, the pain in Nick’s voice a fuel to his twisted psyche.

"Oh, yes, I did. You should’ve heard the way he cried like a pansy when I hit him. But funny enough, he didn’t mention you even once during his final moments. Or, during any moment that I monitored him really. So..." Fergus bent his head to the side comically before he continued. "Tell me. Why then do you put so much effort in proving yourself to him? The idiot wasn’t all that."

Fergus really didn’t care about Nick’s one-sided feelings for the dead Cullen. However, he did feel the need to push the wolf to the brink, playing with his emotions to bring out something raw. Anger.

With a roar, Nick charged at Fergus. However, all he had to do was a little backstep, then a step to the side, leaving Nick to pounce into empty space.

But to Fergus’s surprise, the wolf didn’t end there, as he clawed at him ferociously. One slash to his eyes caused a small bloody gash to appear on his face.

Magnifico!

Fergus had to commend the brute of a werewolf mentally for managing to land a hit on him. Not a lot of werewolves could accomplish such a feat, and for this wolf to be able to, meant he was really strong, near the peak of his kind’s power. He would’ve proved useful to the Raven Wood pack in their struggle with the vampires.

Too bad Fergus was about to kill him.

Just as Nick was about to turn, Fergus held his neck, trapping his howls in his throat. He brought him closer to him, whispering into his ears. "Bold, but stupid."

With that, he threw the wolf up and then sent him hurtling into the kitchen with a kick to the gut. Nick coughed out blood as he crashed into the fridge, destroying it in the process. However, Fergus wasn’t done with his onslaught.

With his vamp speed, he was already upon Nick the moment his back met the fridge. He grabbed him by the hair, yanking him like a piece of paper and whipping him on the counter. Nick yelped with pain, as he struggled to claw at Fergus.

"That’s what most of them do when they realize what I am." Fergus clicked his tongue, staring coldly at Nick as he tried rolling off the counter. "They try comforting themselves with the false hope that they could somehow escape their doom. Escape me."

With a single claw, Fergus swiped at Nick’s right ear, cutting it off clean. It took about two seconds for blood to start gushing out like a geyser, while Nick screamed in pain. However, Fergus used two of his fingers to hush the werewolf, as he raised him off the counter by the lips.

"They make the grave mistake of thinking they stand even a fraction of a chance against me." Fergus talked freely, while his fingers still raised Nick by the lips. The wolf’s lips were already slacking off, and soon, they tore off completely, revealing his bloody jawbone beneath. Nick fell with a blood-curdling scream that was like music to Fergus’s ears.

He licked off the blood trailing down his arm, smirking with satisfaction. Now that he’d taken away his victim’s ability to speak, he could carry on toying with him a bit without having to hear his annoying rants again.

Fergus shoved two of his fingers into Nick’s jaw, which was now lipless and exposed. He flung him back into the living room, watching coldly as he crashed into the big screen TV in there.

Nick gasped for breath, his missing lips making the sound come out weirdly. He managed to get up on his knees, before trying desperately to crawl away from Fergus. However, Fergus took his time, walking towards Nick, like a harbinger of death.

He saw his victim’s will to survive increase, as he struggled to get to his phone which was on a couch close to the door. However, just as he was about to grab it, Fergus had already reached there, taking it instead.

"Hmm, cheap model." Fergus scrutinized the phone before reducing it to scrap with a simple clench of his fist. He watched Nick look at him with pleading eyes now, a pathetic sight.

"Seeing as you can’t talk, I’m guessing you’re trying to get me to spare your pitiful life." Fergus’s face flashed with a pondering look at first, giving Nick hope as he nodded his head vigorously in agreement. However, Fergus’s next words sent Nick to the deepest pits of despair. "But, what use is a lipless wolf?"