Mated To My Boyfriend's Dad novel Chapter 154

Chapter 154: Goodbye, Cullen

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Fergus chuckled at how Cullen was denying the obvious even as it was right in front of him. "Ah, but that’s where you’re wrong, dear Cullen. I’m not like the others. I can mask my presence entirely, blend in with any creatures for as long as I need to."

Cullen’s eyes darted around the room, searching for an escape route. He knew he was completely outmatched. This wasn’t the weak boy he’d been tormenting. This was a predator, a creature of the night who could tear him to shreds with a flick of his wrist.

"Whatever you are," Cullen snarled, trying so hard to snap out of his shock, "I’ll still take you down. I’ll rip your head off."

Fergus threw his head back and laughed, a chilling sound that echoed throughout the room. "Try it, Cullen," he challenged, his eyes glinting with a dangerous light. "But be warned, failure is rarely a pleasant experience for those who defy me."

What usually gave Fergus the edge always was the shock that distracted every single one of his victims. They were usually too shocked to do anything at first and when their survival instincts kicked in, it’d be too late.

He watched Cullen clench his fists while his fear began to morph into defiance. He knew he was outmatched, but giving up wasn’t in his nature. Just as he was about to lunge, the usual rupture of growls that werewolves let out when they were about to shift boomed.

Damn. The idiot would attract attention. Fergus clenched his fists. Thankfully, this wasn’t an apartment building, so the noises might not be really heard. Still, he needed to get this done with as he would have to clean the mess too.

He could see that the urge to shift, to unleash his wolf form, was overwhelming for Cullen.

Fergus’ smile widened. "That’s right, Cullen," he purred. "Shift all you want. But remember, some prisons are inescapable."

The moment Cullen focused on the shift, Fergus sped to him and gave a hard blow on Cullen’s spine, making a searing pain erupt through his body.

He crumpled to his knees, a strangled cry escaping his lips. The familiar transformation stalled halfway through. His limbs contorted, half-human, half-wolf, and the pain intensified with each passing second.

"What did you do?" Cullen roared, his voice raw with agony.

"A little trick," Fergus said, his eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure. "A way to remind you who holds the power here."

With a sickening crack, Cullen’s arm twisted at an unnatural angle. He screamed, his face contorted in pain. The transformation was forcefully halted, leaving him in a grotesque hybrid form.

The SCREAM! THE SCREAMS! Fergus liked nothing more than it! It was a scream of joy... of satisfaction of pleasure, coated in agony form. He found it strangely intoxicating. He closed his eyes, letting the sound wash over him like a dark pleasure coiling in his gut.

Ah... surreal.

Fergus grabbed Cullen by the back of his neck and dragged him towards the bathroom. It was time to get over the show. As much as he wanted to enjoy this, time wasn’t on his side. However, the agony Cullen was presently in was enough of a compensation for all the troubles and jests the idiot had put him through.

Cullen whimpered, his earlier pride and sharp mouth completely gone. He was at Fergus’ mercy like a helpless puppet dangling from the strings of a monster.

Fergus shoved him headfirst into the toilet bowl and his head landed with a loud and banging THUD! On the the cold porcelain.

The coldness was probably a stark contrast to his burning skin. "This," Fergus snarled, his voice devoid of any emotion, "is for all the times you’ve mocked me, for every condescending look and whispered insult. Remember this pain, Cullen, because this is just a taste of what could be."

He held Cullen’s head down for a few agonizing seconds, then yanked him back up. Cullen coughed and sputtered, tears streaming down his face. His entire body throbbed with pain, and he was utterly humiliated.

"Goodbye, Cullen. I’m sure you won’t be missed. At least, I will get you off of Kylo’s back now."

And with that, he sank his fangs into Cullen’s neck, draining him of every single drop of blood. Fergus’s eyes glinted as he fed, mirroring the color of the blood.

Ah... he would remember this one for a while. All the pain, the agony, and the screams, they had all concocted an ethereal sweetness in the blood.

A sinister smile broke across his face as he thought about how much he had played Rhett. Imagine now, the murder had happened right in his house.

Under his roof... under his nose.

Not so smart, are we now, Rhett?

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