Mated To My Boyfriend's Dad novel Chapter 126

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Chapter 126: _ Sweet Food

As Fergus landed on the ground to find a burly werewolf with his fur matted with blood and dirt, stumbled towards the building, his eyes glazed with fear and desperation as he whimpered and was forced to shift back to his human form as a result of the fall.

Whatever threw him from that angle was nasty; Fergus thought to himself.

Luckily for the wolf, no vampires were in sight. Fergus watched him as he struggled to get back on his feet after cracking his neck and readjusting his dislocated bones. As he scampered back up, he spotted Fergus on the ledge and let out a confused snarl.

Food; Fergus thought. FOOD!

"What the...?" he began, voice filled with shock and eyes widened. "A little boy? Get inside, kid! This is no place for you!"

A caring food; Fergus thought. Aw, how sweet. A corner of his lips broke into a smirk. As a bonus, it would be a quick and easy kill. Jisy a morsel to tide him over before the real feast began.

"What are you doing out here, little one?" the wolf continued, moving closer to Fergus now.

Batting his lashes at his food, "I got separated from my mum." Fergus lied.

"Follow me, I’ll get you to safety." Said the concerned wolf who held Fergus’s hand and thereby heightening Fergus’s hunger with the scent and spilled blood all over him.

Fergus tilted his head, his face still hidden in the illusion of innocence. Safety? He had no need for safety. He was the embodiment of danger.

What this foolish wolf was doing was leading himself out of safety. That was what selfless people like Isleen get– their own doom.

But this dumb wolf’s offer presented him with a perfect opportunity. A slow, chilling smile spread across his face. He wouldn’t waste his time on a full-fledged battle with a lesser creature. A quick kill and a brief taste would suffice for now.

There was so much good around. So many deaths!

He followed the unsuspecting wolf deeper into the courtyard, the noises of the battle fading into the background. The wolf, oblivious to the predator trailing him, continued to guide him with a mislaid sense of protectiveness.

Fool.

Finally, they reached a secluded corner shrouded in darkness. The perfect hunting ground; Fergus discreetly smirked to himself. He at first hated this Liam’s body but it made his deception game easier.

Maybe it wasn’t so bad after all.

"Now..." Said the wolf who was seemingly searching for something in the dark. "You’ll remain there..." He pointed at a small hole in the corner. "...until your mum comes to get you, okay?"

Fergus almost scoffed, already smacking his lips. "What are you looking for?" He asked.

"Something– a lid or something big enough to conceal you with when you hide in the hole." The man replied, not looking at Fergus.

Fergus clicked his tongue. "Why do you search for something else when you’ve just found your death?"

The wolf’s head snapped up at Fergus’ chilling words. The innocence was completely gone from Fergus’s face and replaced by a cold, predatory gleam in his eyes that sent a shiver down the wolf’s spine. The man’s hand, which had been reaching for a loose brick, froze in mid-air.

"W— what do you mean?" he stammered, Fergus, hearing the tremor in his voice.

Fergus uncrossed his arms and walked closer to the wolf slow and deliberate. "Don’t be dumb, hero wolf," he mocked. "You reek of fear and desperation. You were barely clinging to your wolf form moments ago, and now you want to play hero instead of saving your scared ass? You wolves are rather pathetic trying to play the good men when you’re no better than us." He snarled and elongated his fangs.