Mated To My Boyfriend's Dad novel Chapter 237

Chapter 237: Fergus The Magnificent

(Warning: Violence, graphic scenes and rape ahead. Read at your own peril!)

After feeding on Darius and the few soldiers trying to protect him the other night, Fergus felt rejuvenated.

Things felt like back in his glory days... When he could take any life he pleased, any time he pleased. But it wasn’t exactly there yet.

He watched with a sadistic grin when Lupe crawled on the ground, clutching her belly tightly. It seemed he’d broken one of her ribs when he sent her flying here. Too bad.

"You know, your mother didn’t have this much fight with her when I killed her." He suddenly paused and mused out loud as if he were deep in thought. "Are you sure you two are related?"

Lupe’s tears only flowed out more at that point, but she still glared daggers at him as she snarled. "Rot. In. Hell!" She got up, moving faster than he’d first anticipated.

He sidestepped, to avoid a punch aimed at his head. He proceeded to swat another of her punches away before it could reach his stomach, causing her to wince in pain.

"You first, love." He whispered coldly before kicking her on the stomach, sending her crashing on a sofa. "But before that... Why don’t you make yourself useful?"

The grin on his face didn’t disappear, even when he saw her coughing blood. Her desperate cries were music to his ears. They were fuel to his actions. He was delighted by her pain... That sweet, sweet pain that made his loins restless with desire.

When he finally got to her, he grabbed a fistful of her hair and was about to sit her up when something unexpected happened.

With a grunt, she stretched out her right arm and stabbed him in the shoulder with a dagger. It would’ve gone through his chest, but he’d moved his body on time before it could.

He blinked rapidly as he glanced at the dagger sticking out of his shoulder like a second limb. It wasn’t just an ordinary dagger. It was... Silver.

The cunning little bitch! He wouldn’t take things easy on her anymore.

He turned his gaze to her menacingly, watching as she got up and ran for the living room door.

"Somebody, please h–" she was about to scream out for help as her hand nearly touched the door knob.

However, Fergus sped up to her, grabbing her right arm and twisting it.

"Ahhh!" She screamed, but he covered her mouth before it could get louder, shaking his head.

"I’m impressed. Too bad I’m not a regular vampire and silver can’t kill me." He spat mockingly before increasing the pressure on her arm and twisting harder.

With a pull, he tore off her right arm, causing her to scream into his palm. She jumped, kicked, and clawed desperately, but it was futile.

The dismembered limb was flung across the living room, spraying the floor with crimson red blood before it landed on the other side.

As for the stump where her arm used to be, it still sprayed out blood like a geyser, painting Fergus’s body red.

Drats, he’d need a change of clothes at the camp after this!

"This would’ve been a lot easier for the both of us if you didn’t do that." He was genuinely agitated, lamenting as he sent Lupe crashing to the ground.

She couldn’t even move or scream anymore but instead resorted to sobbing profusely, eventually sprawling up into a ball.

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