Mated To My Boyfriend's Dad novel Chapter 18

Chapter 18: _ A villain’s POV

A Villain's POV

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Ten days ago

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Watching her has got to be the most boring thing he'd ever had to do. However, she was the closest person to his target. He had to penetrate her and begin his mission with his target.

The Wolves – they all had no idea how many of them had infiltrated their packs, planted in by their master. He specifically had to be in the Ravenwood's pack for this big job. The attack on that restaurant was all a part of the scheme.

It was, however, the reason why he was on the path of fulfilling the mission bestowed on him. First, he had to keep a keen eye on Isleen Gracia. He couldn't do much since he needed to be wary of the sun.

Hence, he waited until nighttime and followed a wolf who was walking alone on a lone road. The girl had sensed him following her and she halted, calling him out.

"Hey, who are you?"

He didn't answer and remained in the shadows.

She turned around this time, eyes searching for him. "Cut the crap and come out. I know you're following me."

"My apologies, ma dame." He stepped onto the road.

He was a tall, lean figure who wore a faded grey leather jacket that hung open over a plain black shirt. His dark cargo pants were tucked in his weathered boots. His face was buried under a hoodie and as he stepped into view for her, he kept his neck bent.

She had an attitude. "And you are...?"

"Someone who needs something from you." He began to advance to her.

He could smell the fear brewing within her. He heard the sound of her claws elongating.

"Hey, stay back or I'm going to scratch you!" She warned but he acted like he didn't hear.

Finally, when he was a few feet away from her, she made to shift into her wolf form and howl but that was when he used his speed and pounced on her.

He couldn't afford her alerting her kind. This was to be a silent task all through. As he flung on her, he wrapped one of his hands around her neck from behind. She attempted to wriggle herself free, her wolf energy surmounting.

She was strong — he'd give her that. Sad that he was way stronger.

He grabbed her other hand when she tried to dig her claws into him with it and held it high, far away from reaching him.

"You are one stubborn lassie, ma dame." He breathed into her neck, his tongue licking the sweat off her nape.

Groaning, "You—you're a vampire." She spat.

"Ah — yes, Wolfie. A vampire, I am." He chuckled, tongue still licking her.

Once again, she strained and fought to yank him off. He pressed her tighter into him. "You are going nowhere, manquer." He spoke French into her hair, sniffing her animal scent in.

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