Mated To My Boyfriend's Dad

Chapter 97: _ We Are Alone

Fergus

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Oh, he did get his compensation for the intercourse with that bloody woman.

Every bit of the irritation, he took back from Isleen. He did everything for her, waiting for that one day when he’d be able to do more. He would do more to her.

She just wait and see.

He hated how the news of his kill became food for thought the next day in the pack. Those wolves were just so damn annoying. He’d never seen a more annoying creature.

Nor had he ever seen a dumber person like Kylo. Oh, how much fun he’d had with the affair going on with Isleen and Rhett. The possibilities of the things he could do– the havoc he could wreck with that information were endless.

And he’d wreck them. He would play. He loved to play.

He could sow discord, and pit the pack against itself, all the while Isleen would remain blissfully unaware. She would cling to his manufactured affection to fill in the void her loneliness and guilt had created.

And yet, that’d be her undoing.

Right now, he was just a few steps away from moving on to the next phase of his plans. He heard Rhett’s and Isleen’s conversation, heard everything they discussed.

He also saw that look Rhett had on his face when he looked at him last. He saw the war between suspicion and uncertainty in them. He had formerly been wondering what was making the Vampire Lord so wary of Rhett. But now, he was seeing it himself.

The way his eyes narrowed, the slight twitch of his jaw – he knew a seed of doubt had begun to blossom in him. The Gamma wasn’t a fool, unlike the rest of the pack. Unlike Isleen.

He could sense something off about ’Liam’. Never had he thought anyone could ever get suspicious of the little cute and innocent Liam, but it seemed he was wrong.

Rhett did.

Yet, Fergus felt like that was just a gnat buzzing around his ear – annoying, but ultimately inconsequential.

He was playing the role of Liam well. He was indeed fooling them all with ease. It was fun. Very fun.

Imagine telling the stupid wolf girl whose mother he had raped and murdered that her mother’s culprit would be found. Imagine offering her comfort, being there with her while she mourned.

Her grief was a source of strength to Fergus. He knew he’d enjoy so much this part of his plan. Reveling in the pain of the relative of one of his victims.

The feeling was ethereal. Perfecto.

On a more serious note, "I need to shed this form as soon as possible." He said to himself the moment Isleen and Lupe left the house.

He had opted to stay back to think. He needed to process his plan, to find the right time to corner his next target. To find the right time to steal the form.

How could he execute that?

He was thinking.

Just then, a faint sound reached his preternatural hearing, disrupting his thoughts. It was the unmistakable thud of footsteps approaching the apartment.

He frowned.

Isleen and Lupe had been gone longer than anticipated. Their shopping trip shouldn’t have taken this long. He would have decided that it was them arriving had he not known the sound of Isleen’s footsteps.

Before the doorknob rattled, Fergus’s senses identified the approaching figures with chilling accuracy – Kylo and Cullen.

Argh. Those idiots.

Fergus let out a low snarl, rolled his eyes, and was about to step out to receive them when he remembered something. Almost immediately, an idea struck him.

Pfft.

A mischievous grin spread across his face. This was how he was going to do it. He’d learn more this way.

He darted towards the bathroom with his godspeed. With a satisfying thud, he slammed the door shut, plunging himself into cramped darkness. One that he so much loved.

How much he had missed the darkness. Hunting weak humans in the woods, pricking their skins with his claws, watching the life slowly draining out of their eyes while he sucked their blood with a straw.

Argh. How much he missed the good old days. He missed his straws. It was so much easier to kill humans slowly with the straws.

Blood. He was getting hungry. He gulped down nothing down his throat and felt it come back dry. He needed to feed.

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Moments later, the front door creaked open, followed by the booming voice of Cullen. "We’re home, ladies!" he announced, a bit too cheerfully as usual.

The idiot. He was one annoying prick that Fergus couldn’t wait to get rid of. He had no idea who was dumber between Kylo and Cullen.

Silence however met with Cullen’s call.

That perhaps, made him shuffle towards the room and was followed by a grumbling Kylo. "Isleen? Lupe?" Cullen called out again, his voice losing its cheerfulness.

Finally!

Fergus held his breath, straining to hear every word.

"Probably another one of Isleen’s pranks," Cullen said, trying to sound lighthearted.

What the?

The idiot!

"She’s always full of surprises, that one. But..."

Kylo snorted. "Given the circumstances, I doubt she’s in the mood for pranks, Cullen. And have you seen Isleen play pranks and laugh around these days? She’s been..."

"Grumpier." Cullen supplied for him, giving up on coming to Isleen’s room to Fergus’s advantage. "I don’t think anyone’s home."

Kylo sounded unconvinced. "Not even Lupe or Liam?"

"Hmhm. Nobody." Answered Cullen.

Good. Fergus’s lips curled up in a sinister smirk. Perfecto. All he had to do was hang in there a little more. Soon, he’d understood what he wanted to do.

He could hear Kylo sinking into the chair. "Damn. Where could those ladies have gone with Liam? I was here not long and..."

Cullen cut him straight off. "Good for us, Kylo, isn’t it?"

"G– good for us. How?" Kylo stuttered.

This time, Fergus bit his lips so that he could only hear the conversation and not see the actions.

"Good that we are alone, Kylo, that’s what. Now, let me show you how serious I am..."

Fergus held back laughter. It took a lot but he did it. He had to hold back laughter. He should be more than an ancient vampire if he was asked.

He knew too much. He suspects too much and always, he always came out right. Always.