Chapter 160: _ Oh, Fergus…
[Warning: Unsettling Graphic Ahead. Read At Your Own Peril!]
As Lupe tried to wriggle free, Fergus tucked her hair behind her ears. With the most seductive smirk, "Oh, Lupe." He breathed. "Are you not tired of boring sex? Let’s be wild, come on, hun. Allow us to explore. You are a wolf. You will heal." He winked at her.
Meanwhile, internally, all Fergus wanted was to inflict more pain on her. It took great strength and control for him to refrain from sucking her dry the moment a drop of her delectable blood touches his tongue.
However, when he thought of Isleen and how devastated she was by ’Liam’s absence’, he thought she might not be able to handle Lupe’s death too. She already lost her house and probably lost more than she had done in a very long time.
Wait a second, was he worrying for Isleen right now? Him? Fergus?!
How?!
What the hell was happening to him? Since when had he started to care for what a person could withstand or not? His job was to inflict as much despair, so much that they’d never be able to withstand even in their wildest dreams.
It was because he relished such. Those were the only drives that kept him going. They were his motivation. His reason for living.
And here he was, worrying about Isleen. Hm, he knows. He was merely just worn out from the extra troubles that came with getting rid of that annoying Cullen. Even in his death, he was so fucking annoying.
Tch.
What he needed to cool his head right now was this Lupe fool. She would be food for later. Everything she said about him, every vow she made to get back at him for killing her mother, he would throw them right back in her face.