Mated To My Boyfriend's Dad

Chapter 73: _ Demons and Secrets

A cruel smile played on his lips as he leaned closer. His voice was a chilling whisper. "Hello there," he purred.

He could feel his breath a cold caress against her ear. The woman flinched, her voice, a whimper. "W-who are you?"

Fergus chuckled. "Someone who appreciates a good show," he replied, his gaze lingering on her wide, terrified eyes. "And someone who doesn’t like old women who think they are most righteous."

"Wait. Aren’t you that... boy with the Omega?" Her eyes widened with realization as she swept her gaze over Fergus in Liam’s form.

Fergus shrugged. The woman still didn’t recognize that this aura didn’t belong to a young wolf.

He forced a nonchalant shrug, hoping to dismiss her suspicion. The woman, however, wasn’t easily fooled.

"You can’t hide it," she rasped. "There’s something... wrong with you."

He smiled gaily at her. "Maybe you are right. Seems you aren’t only a judgmental bully but you’re smart too. For that, you gain a bonus to glimpse your killer’s true form."

He placed his hands on his hips, twisted his head, and shook it swiftly, leaving his original form to sift around Liam’s small frame. It was like a tug-of-war between his vampire form and the stolen one. One would wrap against the other, creating a blur that was just enough to achieve his purpose. It was a trick he learned he could reveal his true nature on a whim.

It wasn’t permanent or that she shifted fully back because if he did so, he’d lose this borrowed form and would have to find another.

Yet, this form was a very important one. It was one that he would change soon but not now.

"See?" He clicked his finger, shaking his head along. "I am what I am but definitely not..." He gestured at Liam’s form. "This pathetic wolf boy."

But instead of lunging as he expected or perhaps, an attempt to escape like all of his other victims after seeing his form, the woman sank back onto the bed, her eyes wide with a strange mix of fear and... curiosity.

"How?" she croaked. "How can a vampire shapeshift?"

Fergus blinked, momentarily taken aback. He wasn’t used to his prey showing such... intellectual curiosity in the face of death.

"I’m not your usual bloodsucker," he hissed, savoring the fear that still clung to her like a blanket. "I’m one of a kind."

He was. He really way. The great vampire lord saw his potential and bestowed upon him this fun and important mission.

One that he intends to win.

Her gaze darted rapidly to whatever and wherever. "And what did you do to... him?"

"Something similar to what I’ll be doing to you very soon," Fergus began to chuckle and slip beside her in the bed.

The woman’s fear morphed into a plea. "Please," she choked out. "Don’t hurt me. I’m not righteous. I have my share of sins. Please. I have never killed a vampire before, so please."

Fergus tilted his head. "Don’t hurt you?" he echoed. "Now, where’s the fun in that? Aren’t you a wolf? Fight me! Save yourself."

He could hear her heartbeat thumping so hard and fast.

Fight him?

A part of her, perhaps the fierce wolf that ran in her blood might roared in defiance. But another part, the rational one would cower in the face of his power.

He was no match for her.

He was an ancient vampire and she?

Just another regular wolf. None of them was a match for him one one-on-one should a fight break out. _{𝖓𝔬𝔳𝔭𝔲𝔟.𝖈𝖔𝔪}

She was a seasoned wolf, so her senses were honed by years of experience. She could smell the ancient evil clinging to him. It was a suffocating miasma that spoke of death and decay. She knew, with a chilling certainty, that a fight would be a suicide mission.

"I... I can’t," she stammered, her voice breaking with despair.

A glint of something akin to disappointment flickered in his eyes. "Such a shame," he drawled. "A little fight would’ve been... stimulating. But I guess you’re just saucy. Not foolish."

He straightened, leaving his high form emitting a monstrosity shadow across the room. The woman watched him, paralyzed with fear, as he paced around the bed, his movements silent and predatory.

He loved every bit of this.

"You know," he continued. "I could drain you slowly. Watch the life drain from your eyes, savoring your terror."

The woman squeezed her eyes shut, unable to bear the thought. A whimper escaped her lips, a pathetic sound against the silence of the room.

A cold, skeletal hand of Fergus clamped down on her shoulder. He knew its touch would be like ice against her burning skin. She couldn’t help but gasp, her eyes flying open to meet his chilling gaze.

"Or," he said in a low growl, "I could offer you a choice."

He saw a flicker of hope light up in her eyes at the mention of a chance. What was she expecting?

That his choices would have an option of sparing her life? Hell, he’d be damned before he’d learn how to show some mercy.

"Please, please tell me anything. I’ll do it!" She begged, shaking rapidly.

Fergus began to undo his little belt. "I want you to show me that you can be unrighteous. That all the judgments you placed on Isleen earlier were because you weren’t in her shoes. I want to put you in her shoes." He stopped and winked at her with a big grin. "Hell, I want to put you in bigger shoes than hers."

She staggered back, clutching her blankets to herself. "W– what are you saying? Did Isleen... send you to do this? Is she mad about my reactions earlier? I’m sorry. I was just looking out for my kid. Everyone in the pack doesn’t like her for obvious reasons and I wouldn’t want..."

"Shhhhh..." Fergus wanted to scream but he didn’t want to draw the sleeping daughter’s attention. "You see why I hate you wolves and fey? You all think you are a better species. That we vampires are polluted and deserve to be damned to tarnation. You all act like everyone doesn’t have their own demons. Now, you blame Isleen, judge her before even getting to know her and you think you are the better person here? Do you want to know what I think? I have been with Isleen and I have seen how you can also be. You don’t come close to how big her heart is. See...?" He spread his hands. "She even took me in! Me? She took me in! She took in her doom because of that kind heart of hers."

Fergus doubted if the woman was listening at all. She trembled with the sheets in her hand, sweat dripping profusely from all over her body. "I promise to be a better person. Please, I’m getting older. I can’t fight you. I can’t scream for help too because I’m sure you... you have compelled me not to. But I promise to apologize to Isleen. I promise to fight for her and make sure she doesn’t get bullied any longer."

"Too late for that now, Mamacita." Fergus gave a sloppy dance move. "What you can do at this point is help me prove to the rest of the pack that the people who judge others can also have their share of demons and secrets."

"H– how can I do that?"

"Good question. Start by undressing."