Mated To My Boyfriend's Dad novel Chapter 45

Chapter 45: _ Come, Come, Bait

Fergus

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It didn’t take him a few walks to be awkwardly stared at by the wolves and fey. He knew he looked awful all covered in blood and oversized clothes.

He, however, had mastered the act of impersonating such that he could be anybody he wanted to be – not just by looks but by characterization too.

He began to jog ahead, acting like he was returning from the crime scene.

"You alright, mate?" A fairy asked him.

He nodded. "Yes, I’m fine. Barely scaled through the fight."

"Lucky you. You’d better get those bloody clothes changed." Said the fairy.

Fergus groaned, wishing he could snack on his left eye. "Sure, sure. Soon as I get home!"

"That your blood or..." The fairy trailed off.

Fergus understood that the fey don’t shed blood and currently, he was in the form of a fairy. "A vampire’s. But I didn’t do the killing. A wolf did."

"Phew! That’s a relief. You look like you really need a shower though. Tag along now." Said the fairy.

Fergus sighed. "And a good night’s sleep."

"Bye, my friend!"

With that, he headed to his destination. Fergus strode past wolf guards who seemed to be all around the streets. Their gazes lingered on his imposing form but offered no challenge. They had better things on their plates than a fairy in bloody clothing it seemed.

Relief washed over Fergus. He didn’t need any unnecessary complications, not now. He just needed to find his target.

The target’s building, when he got there was eerily quiet. He could however hear the echoes of whispers.

"Lock the doors, we’ll be fine."

"I don’t want anyone out of the house until we are sure it’s safe!"

Voices of fathers and mothers warning their kids from behind the door flew to his ears. That sent soothe to Fergus. Even though the wolves and fey may have won, he and his group had managed to wreck tension in them.

The smell of fear hung heavy in the air, clinging to the cold corridors like a shroud. He smirked, picturing the residents huddled within their locked apartments, cowering from the perceived threat outside.

It made his job easier.

He navigated the corridors, guided by the faint scent of his target. The building was usually bustling with life every time he came to spy, but now, it felt eerily empty. The silence was only interrupted by the creak of his boots on the floor.

Right now, he felt like a predator hunting down his prey. Well, wasn’t that the case?

The thought that he’d feed again was already making his mouth water. He spread his hands, shut his eyes, and sniffed the fear in the air.

FEAR.

Yes. He needed to cause more of that.

Reaching the target’s apartment, he found the door closed and so, he knocked.

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