Mated To My Boyfriend's Dad novel Chapter 213

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Chapter 213: Sweet, Sweet, Fear!

(Warning: Disturbing graphics and violence ahead. Read at your own peril!)

"So... Where were we?" After Fergus asked that with a wicked grin on his face, the Beta began shaking his head wildly.

He stretched his hands forward, a pleading look on his face as he rubbed his palms together in a desperate move to plead for mercy.

"P– please. I beg of you. What do you want? Money? A position at the top of the pack?" Darius’s eyes shone with trepidation and they fluttered like a madman’s too. "I– I– I can get the Alpha to make you the new Gamma! I– I could get him to remove me and make you the Beta! Please, just... Just spare me."

Fergus chuckled amusingly. Fascinating!

These wolves were all shades of corruption in the shadows, and this groveling Beta here was a perfect representation of all that corruption. Imagine him insinuating that he was able to influence the Alpha’s decisions. If that was the case, just how many other times had he gotten the Alpha to do other things to please his sorry ass?

Now that Fergus thought about it, he was doing Raven Wood Pack a favor. If anything, they’d owe him for helping them execute such a corrupt person.

Ignoring Darius’s mortified expression, Fergus circled the dead bodies of the soldiers. The sweet metallic smell of blood hit his nose, working on his brain like a drug. He smirked as he licked his lips.

After squatting, he brought out his fangs and caressed the headless stump of one of the bodies with an eerie tenderness that sent a cold shiver down Beta Darius’s spine, as he began crying at the corner. Fergus’s fingers stroked the jagged bones of the neck and his body shivered with twisted delight.

After admiring his food for a while, Fergus struck the headless stump with his fangs, with a ferociousness that showed his hunger.

The last time he’d fed was on Nick, which was already two days ago. As an ancient vampire, he could survive for far longer than that without blood, but why should he bother himself like that when the present chaos In the camp was a window of opportunities?

A wet gurgling sound filled the room as he continued to drink the blood. As he fed, his mouth covered the gaping wound completely. The smell of copper and death filled the air, sticking to his skin like a miasma.

After two delightful minutes, he’d drained the first body of every drop, leaving it to look like a mummified corpse. Soon, he walked to the two other headless bodies and did the same, draining all their blood from their headless stumps.

When he was done he smirked. Throughout his feeding, the Beta hadn’t even moved. He was mortified, clutching his mouth with both his hands, an overwhelming fear visible in his eyes. He shivered, his eyes darting from the shriveled bodies to the bloody Fergus who had an equally bloody grin on his face.

The Beta’s face was already filled with tears, snot, and sweat... His heartbeat racing like a lamb about to be slaughtered. He was finally able to release a strained whimper, before pleading again. "P– please. W–what are you? Have... Have mercy!"

Fergus did a mocking baby face, before cackling wildly. He held his belly, his laugh blending in with the chaos outside. But his laughter wasn’t in any way ’warm’ or kind. It was pure evil. It only managed to strike more fear in the Beta.