Mated To My Boyfriend's Dad novel Chapter 127

Chapter 127: _Youngblood

The metallic zing of blood was heavy in the air like a sickly perfume intoxicating Fergus. He pushed himself off the wolf’s lifeless body with a satisfied snarl hissing deep within his chest.

"The fear in him was well-spiced. It just makes feeding juicier. I never knew werewolves could be this tasty." He smacked his lips and stepped out of the shadows.

There, he stretched lazily watching with fascination as the battle outside reached a crescendo of screams and clashing steel.

Perfecto.

As he watched the killings, and the struggle of vampires and werewolves, he wondered who to feed on. He couldn’t pick from the street and attack them because he could be seen and that would blow his cover.

Hence, he would make that corner where he killed that pathetic wolf his feeding ground for this moment of feasting.

Easier prey awaited. He needed to pick off the stragglers, the ones separated from the pack, the ones ripe for the taking.

His keen eyes scanned the battlefield, bypassing the flashes of silver marking the movements of his own kind. He craved something different tonight, something more— feral.

Suddenly, a glint of movement caught his eye. Two figures huddled behind a tipped over crate with fear radiating from them like heat waves rushed to Fergus simultaneously.

Perfecto. Triple the ’perfecto’.

Look at them hiding away instead of fighting. Now, that would be their downfall. He would forever relish the blood of cowards.

There was just this unexplainable sweetness of fear added to their blood that empowered Fergus.

His lips curled into a sinister smile. He strolled towards them, dropping his devilish countenance and putting on his most pitiable act.

A single tear rolled down his cheek when he was sure he was in the view of the girls. The thing about this creature was their ability to exhibit selflessness which was something that wasn’t in the vampire’s dictionary.

It was also why they’d lose against the vampires. Now, watch him use that against them.

"Mommy? Where are you?" he whimpered, his voice trembling like a scared child.

With a corner of his eyes, he watched the girls. The two sisters exchanged a nervous glance. One, who was slightly older with red hair, peeked out from behind the crate. "W–Who’s there?" she whispered, her voice shaky with apprehension.

Fergus sniffed, wiping away a nonexistent tear. "I’m lost," he whimpered. "Vampires are everywhere and I can’t find my mummy."

The girls continued to hesitate, fear warring with a sense of responsibility inside of them. Fergus bargained for their sense of responsibility. They seemed naive and with how hard and fast their hearts were beating but yet, they were bargaining to come out of the crate to save him, he knew they were his targets.

Just as the redheaded girl inched closer, ready to investigate the situation, a dark blur shot across the courtyard. A hulking vampire with its fangs bared in a bloodthirsty grin, charged towards Fergus.

"No!" the redheaded girl screamed, her protective instincts kicking in. Without a second thought, she bolted towards Fergus, pushing him out of the way just as the vampire lunged.

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