Mated To My Boyfriend's Dad novel Chapter 71

Chapter 71: _ Hungry

"No!" He retorted sharply at Cullen, his eyes glaring. "Ms. Isleen wants me to go to bed, and that is what I’m going to DO!"

Cullen appeared stunned almost shocked to hear Fergus’s sudden snapping. "Hey! I don’t give a batshit if you sleep or not. Was just tryna make sure we finish this game. I know you’re running ’cause I’m winning."

Fergus couldn’t help but internally scoff. Idiot; he thought. "Whatever." He however replied and walked into the room.

"Just two days of being her son and Isleen has already infected you with the grumpy syndrome, Liam!" Cullen shouted behind him.

As Fergus reached the room, "You won’t be here to notice grumpy people by the time I’m done with you." He muttered between gritted teeth.

The moment he shut the door, he began to place his plan in motion. His best bet was if Isleen took long to return from wherever she went with Rhett.

From what he’d discovered, he was damn sure she’d take even longer than he supposed. Those two would be doing some smooching and touching. That fire-kissing moment they had and he’d watched was too intense to end there.

He could get everything he had on it that those two would be in love very very soon. He wanted them to be in love. Kylo needed to be broken for his plan to work.

After they captured Cherul, he’d blame Kylo for it. Kylo fought tirelessly that night. He was the one who captured Cherul too, so Fergus couldn’t wait for Kylo to find his mate.

Kylo would be on the lookout for his mate when he found out the nasty shit transpiring between Isleen and his father. And then, Fergus would relish the pleasure of killing Kylo’s mate before he killed his father’s mate too.

Whenever he killed Isleen, it would be the most satisfactory kill he’d ever had. But for now, he needed to toy with her as much as he could. Especially with her body...

That night when he did so much to her body- kissing, sucking, touching, and she just lay there and let him. She must be more fetish than she appeared.

"But now, let’s feed, Fergus." He mumbled and walked to the window.

He skimmed down, trying to locate where Isleen and Rhett were. It didn’t take him long to find them intertwined in each other’s arms.

"Yet, these bloody things call us vampires the sinful creatures." He grumbled. "Look at them twisted in each other’s arms when they know what it would do to Kylo when he finds out."

He grinned broadly. "This is one entertainment that I did not pay for. I can almost see them all crumbling very very soon."

He listened in on their conversation, thinking that if they didn’t move away from the window, he’d have to find another alternative to get out of the house.

Fergus pressed his ear closer to the window, a smirk twisting his lips as he strained to hear their hushed conversation. "We really shouldn’t be seen together," Isleen whispered. "Someone might get the wrong idea."

Fergus barked out a silent laugh. Jokes on them, he already did. He listened for a while longer, his amusement growing with every word they shared.

Isleen might not want to admit it but she was head over heels for her boyfriend’s father already. Since everyone would have their way with her, he might as well have his share also; Fergus thought.

Finally, their voices faded as they moved away from the window.

His body which was lighter than any human could comprehend barely registered the collapse that followed his landing. He landed right on the earth with the silence of a falling leaf. fгeewёbnoѵel_cσm

Lupe.

He remembered her description of their house earlier – two houses away. Hell, she’d soon regret coming over to make friends with Isleen or coming over to the house, meeting him, and mingling with them in general.

By the tomb, every person around Isleen would soon come to regret knowing her. He just couldn’t wait. He spread his hands around, inhaling the potential havoc he would wreak. He just couldn’t wait for it all.

The trail of Lupe’s scent teased his nose with an almost canine intensity, and he glided through the night, his form almost nonexistent against the darkness. He followed the scent.

"Time to find Lupe. For real this time." He whistled.

The scent grew stronger, leading him to a quaint two-story house nestled just a few yards away from theirs. He paused, crouched low in the shadows, and scanned the building.

A window on the first floor gleamed with a sliver of light, and with it, a stronger emanation of Lupe’s fragrance. That was her house undeniably.

He approached the window, his movements careful as ever. He jumped up and reached out to gently test the latch. It was Locked.

A flicker of annoyance crossed his face, but it was quickly replaced by a predatory glint. The window wouldn’t be his entry point tonight.

"Door it is then," he murmured before climbing down.

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