Mated To My Boyfriend's Dad novel Chapter 73

Chapter 73: _ Demons and Secrets

A cruel smile played on his lips as he leaned closer. His voice was a chilling whisper. "Hello there," he purred.

He could feel his breath a cold caress against her ear. The woman flinched, her voice, a whimper. "W-who are you?"

Fergus chuckled. "Someone who appreciates a good show," he replied, his gaze lingering on her wide, terrified eyes. "And someone who doesn’t like old women who think they are most righteous."

"Wait. Aren’t you that... boy with the Omega?" Her eyes widened with realization as she swept her gaze over Fergus in Liam’s form.

Fergus shrugged. The woman still didn’t recognize that this aura didn’t belong to a young wolf.

He forced a nonchalant shrug, hoping to dismiss her suspicion. The woman, however, wasn’t easily fooled.

"You can’t hide it," she rasped. "There’s something... wrong with you."

He smiled gaily at her. "Maybe you are right. Seems you aren’t only a judgmental bully but you’re smart too. For that, you gain a bonus to glimpse your killer’s true form."

He placed his hands on his hips, twisted his head, and shook it swiftly, leaving his original form to sift around Liam’s small frame. It was like a tug-of-war between his vampire form and the stolen one. One would wrap against the other, creating a blur that was just enough to achieve his purpose. It was a trick he learned he could reveal his true nature on a whim.

It wasn’t permanent or that she shifted fully back because if he did so, he’d lose this borrowed form and would have to find another.

Yet, this form was a very important one. It was one that he would change soon but not now.

"See?" He clicked his finger, shaking his head along. "I am what I am but definitely not..." He gestured at Liam’s form. "This pathetic wolf boy."

But instead of lunging as he expected or perhaps, an attempt to escape like all of his other victims after seeing his form, the woman sank back onto the bed, her eyes wide with a strange mix of fear and... curiosity.

"How?" she croaked. "How can a vampire shapeshift?"

Fergus blinked, momentarily taken aback. He wasn’t used to his prey showing such... intellectual curiosity in the face of death.

"I’m not your usual bloodsucker," he hissed, savoring the fear that still clung to her like a blanket. "I’m one of a kind."

He was. He really way. The great vampire lord saw his potential and bestowed upon him this fun and important mission.

One that he intends to win.

Her gaze darted rapidly to whatever and wherever. "And what did you do to... him?"

"Something similar to what I’ll be doing to you very soon," Fergus began to chuckle and slip beside her in the bed.

The woman’s fear morphed into a plea. "Please," she choked out. "Don’t hurt me. I’m not righteous. I have my share of sins. Please. I have never killed a vampire before, so please."

Fergus tilted his head. "Don’t hurt you?" he echoed. "Now, where’s the fun in that? Aren’t you a wolf? Fight me! Save yourself."

He could hear her heartbeat thumping so hard and fast.

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