Mated To My Boyfriend's Dad

Chapter 260: What You Mortals Call Love

"Fergus..."

"Fergus?" A voice repeatedly called his name in his head, but he found it hard to open his eyes.

All he could think about was the pain he felt all over his body. The betrayal from Isleen...

That seemed to hurt even more than the flames consuming his body.

"FERGUS!" The voice came again this time as a roar, causing his body to tremble.

This voice... The vampire Lord!

"So, this is what you’ve been reduced to?" The vampire Lord scoffed. "Pathetic. How could you let yourself underestimate that chosen one’s mate so much?"

Fergus blinked as he struggled to get up. All around him, he could pick up the sound of people of all works of life gathering around the site of the explosion.

He was the center of attention now as the pack civilians cursed at him.

"Holy moonlight, he really is a vampire!"

"So is that him? Is that the one who took my son away from me?"

"He deserves death!"

"No, he deserves worst! Let’s increase the flames."

As all these curses were hurled at him, Fergus slowly got up, even though his body trembled. It was then that he looked at his hands and realized what happened.

Fire was his only weakness. The only thing that could truly kill him was the sustained heat of fire on his body. This weakness made him vulnerable... Hindering his abilities to shapeshift.

Currently, Cullen’s skin had burned off, and his body had forcefully reverted to its original form. His true form.

His skin was pale white and he was tall. Even taller than an elf. His fangs were on full display and his muscles, while lean, were now more defined. His fingers ended in sharp fingernails like swords.

Suddenly, he started remembering everything that happened. Isleen... She’d led him right into a trap. She’d set the whole warehouse ablaze and left him there to burn in the explosion. And now it seemed that had drawn the attention of the pack civilians.

In a desperate move, Fergus tried speaking to the dark Lord, Vlad, again. "My... My Lord. Have mercy on me. Please give me some time to escape."

The dark Lord replied to him with a mental scoff. "Mercy? Your life isn’t in my hands, Fergus. Rather, it’s in the hands of those feeble creatures that surround you now."

Fergus squinted his eyes as he peered through the black smoke with his vampire sight. Shit... The entire pack was outside to watch him burn right now. _{𝓷ℴ𝓿𝓅𝓊𝒷.𝓬𝓸𝓂}

But, how could they see him through the smoke to know he was the shapeshifting vampire they’d been after all this while?

It was then that he swerved his head toward a spot outside the smoke. Standing right in front of the crowd of people was Isleen and beside her stood someone that Fergus had hoped would be dead by now.

Gamma Rhett...

The bastard held Isleen close to himself as they watched the fire burning ferociously.

That was the final blow to his heart. Fergus felt his heart lurch as he walked sluggishly out of the flames.

"Idiot!" The dark Lord, who could see what was happening through his eyes, snarled. "What are you doing? Retreat now while you still have a chance."

Fergus ignored the dark Lord as he fixed his gaze on Isleen outside the flames and smoke. His eyes began to sting and water from all the soot and smoke getting into them, but he ignored that too.

Right now, his mind was set on one person and he would stop at nothing until he saw her. Even if it was the last thing he did.

"Isleen..." His voice came out as a croak as he struggled to breathe.

Meanwhile, the pack civilians went into an uproar as they scattered, trying to avoid him. He hadn’t come out of the smoke and flames yet, but they had already spotted him thanks to their supernatural eyesight.

In the ensuing chaos, some pack soldiers stepped forward and stood between Isleen and Fergus.

"We have you surrounded. Surrender now or the consequences will be severe!" A soldier whom Fergus remembered was the military advisor ordered.

The pack soldiers pointed guns loaded with silver bullets as well as silver-coated swords at him. But all those were nothing compared to the pain from the flames he felt right now.

He ignored their warning and soon enough, he emerged from the flames.

"Megami–" Fergus mumbled but was cut short by the torrent of bullets fired at him from the pack soldiers.

The pack civilians screamed and shifted away, mortified by his appearance.

Surprisingly, most of the men present stood their ground, carrying with them all sorts of weapons. As for the fey present in the pack, some of them including women and men, prepared spells, their gazes on him unwavering.

Fascinating. Who would’ve thought that the Raven Wood pack could stand so united against him during his final moments?

Thanks to the vulnerability caused by the flames, the silver bullets affected him, slowing him down a little. But he ignored them with gritted teeth as he kept moving forward.

"H–he’s not stopping." A pack soldier yelled out in trepidation as he slowly lowered his gun.

Soon, Fergus got close enough to them and they switched from guns to their swords. They swung the blades at him, and some even successfully stabbed through him, but he ignored them.

When the soldiers were proving to be a nuisance, he flung some away with a slap or two.

Finally, he’d walked past the soldiers and could see Isleen’s face again.

"Megami..." for an unknown reason, a relieved smile crept up his face.

Even though Isleen stood there barely three meters away, looking at him with terror-stricken eyes, he was glad to see her one last time.

"I–I think this is what you mortals call... Love." He stuttered as blood flowed out of his mouth.

His body was riddled with several holes from bullets and swords, on top of the burns. He was losing consciousness... He could feel it slipping away.

As he fell to his knees, the pack soldiers barked out orders and soon enough, they poured some more gasoline on his body. At that moment, he saw an emotion in Isleen’s eyes.

Was it pity? Or something more... Complex?

Regardless of what it was, her gaze on him softened in his final moments. He was glad. His only true regret was that he was never able to avenge his first love.

"Maybe in the next life." He whispered more to himself as he closed his eyes.

Soon, a match was thrown on his body, setting him ablaze all over again. He didn’t scream, nor did he cry or beg.

In his final moments, all Fergus did was kneel there and feel himself slip into the same darkness he’d sent so many people into in his lifetime. In the end, the same emotions that he’d labeled these wolves as ’weak’ for having... Was what caused his downfall.