Mated To My Boyfriend's Dad

Chapter 211: Playing Along

The next day, Fergus accompanied a frustrated Kylo to the pack’s station. Once they got there, they met a crowd comprising of wolves and some fey, waiting outside patiently for the Gamma and Beta.

However, no sooner had they gotten there than when a rather pompous wolf and a fey had an altercation. The wolf seemed bent on proving a point, accusing Fey of causing the war with the vampires.

Fool!

Even if the fey hadn’t involved themselves, the dark lord had always had his sights on every supernatural race on Earth. They never wanted to stop at just the humans. Their aim was complete world domination!

After the Gamma and Beta had arrived and broken up the argument before it escalated, the latter ended up punishing him and Kylo to do five hundred push-ups once they got to the camp.

Hmph! He’ll make sure to include the irritating Beta on his list of targets.

After they got to the camp and completed their punishment, Fergus got to meet their tent mates. A wolf and a fairy. However, their ’bonding moment’ was short-lived when IT finally happened. His brethren were attacking the camp!

Delicious! Sweet, sweet chaos!

Fergus reveled in the terrified screams of the men outside their tent as they scurried about to get away from the mysterious figures lurking in the shadows.

It was evening and the sun had just begun setting, but the tall trees in the woods surrounding the camp provided much-needed shade for the vampires against the receding sunlight.

Fergus watched with hidden amusement as Kylo tried giving orders to the tent mates. But he didn’t let it show on his face, as he managed to have a shocked and scared expression at the same time.

"Celest, can you cast any protection spells on our tent?" Kylo asked the fairy in a panic.

The fairy nodded, showing that he could. Fergus scoffed internally. He might just use this attack to his advantage.

Just then, he was able to pick up some footsteps, followed by the sound of rustling leaves. And then, when they heard the bone-chilling screech coming from the entrance of the tent, Fergus couldn’t help smirking secretly to himself. Perfect!

A vampire showed itself not long after, baring his fangs at the group. His red eyes scanned through all their faces, before landing on Fergus’s. He tilted his head, looking confused at first.

"Guys, hold! Stay calm." Kylo uttered, his voice shaking with apprehension as he slowly backed away from the vampire.

The vampire seemed to finally come to a decision, as he lunged at Fergus. It couldn’t sense the vampire aura hidden underneath Cullen’s skin, and he honestly couldn’t blame him. His shapeshifting abilities were just THAT good.

However, he managed to remain calm even in the face of uncertainty, standing still with both his hands relaxing beside him. Time seemed to stop as he watched the vampire move toward him. To other creatures, a vampire’s movement couldn’t be followed with the naked eye. But to him... it was a piece of cake.

Suddenly, Fergus heard a growl, followed by a white wolf pouncing on the vampire from its side. It happened all so fast, even from his perspective, but he was able to guess who that was instantly.

Kylo.

The big white wolf swerved his head to him, several emotions flashing through his eyes. But then, he snarled, trying to tell Fergus to either shift or run.

That was the problem though... He couldn’t shift to a wolf while disguised as Cullen. He’d stolen the idiot’s human skin but not his wolf’s.

"Come on, Cullen! Shift already." Osmond, the big burly blockhead of an older wolf, snarled at him as he brushed past him while trying to fend off a second vampire, a female, that entered the tent.

Fergus furrowed his brows, with lines appearing on his forehead. He needed to act fast. He could sense and see the suspicion brimming within Kylo and Osmond.

Just then, Osmond shifted into a dark brown wolf, just a little smaller than Kylo’s. He howled before lunging at the female vampire. However, the vampire punched him in the jaw, sending him hurtling through the tent. He hit one edge of the tent, almost tearing right through it in the process. But instead, he bounced off it before landing on the ground with a thud.

Ouch! That’s gonna hurt.

With Osmond down and Kylo getting close to subduing the first vampire, Fergus decided it was time to act. Fixing his gaze on the female vampire, he lunged at her, seizing her by the throat.

"Get out." He leaned in closer to the vampire’s ears, whispering with a cold tone.

The vampire punched, kicked, and clawed, trying desperately to release herself from Fergus’s grip. But it was no use. Fergus was far more powerful, far more stronger than any average vampire.

Seeing the terror and confusion etched on her face, Fergus almost felt bad for her. So, after looking around to see if anyone was watching, he showed her his vampire fangs and then revealed his true face for a second. But that was more than enough to make the vampire gasp with reverence.

"Lord... Lord Fergus?" She arched an eyebrow, realization dawning on her face.

He squinted his eyes, scrutinizing the vampire. She looked really haggard, to say the least. It was obvious that she made zero effort trying to take care of herself or how she looked. And that made Fergus click his tongue with disappointment.

"I have to play along, love." He muttered, then without any further explanation, he flung her through the air with one hand, sending her flying right out of the tent.

He looked around and spotted Celest, the fairy, looking at him with shock etched on his face. His eyes bulged as he tried to process what he’d just seen.

Fergus looked away, scratching his head awkwardly. Drats! It seems he’d used too much strength when dealing with the female vampire just now. He had to do something less suspicious, and fast.

"Hey, hurry up with that protection spell, would ya?" He snapped at the fairy, causing him to jolt out of his shock. He nodded his head, and Fergus grinned to himself when he saw the suspicion washing away from his face.

The idiot shouldn’t be too surprised, werewolves were also pretty strong. At least... From a fey’s perspective anyways. They were all weak fodder to him.

Coincidentally, when that thought crossed his mind, Kylo simultaneously ripped off the head of the vampire he was struggling with, spraying blood everywhere. Fergus froze when some of the blood landed on his face.

He knew that vampire. He’d had a few interactions with him back in the day. And now seeing him being killed so brutally in front of him, brought a weird feeling to his stomach.

He creased his brows, trying to

fathom what he felt. What was the meaning of this? Was he becoming... Soft?