Mated To My Best Friend's Lycan Alpha Brothers novel Chapter 564

Chapter 564: A Fish Trying To Survive; A Fisherman That Won’t Leave It

(Author’s POV)

"Don’t try to piss me off any further, ummhmm~ ... Elder Richards," Denver sounded cocky.

Seeing his attitude, Catherine’s fists curled, but the next second she unclasped them. She knew this wasn’t the right time to lose her temper. First of all, this unorthodox place was Denver’s den. No one knows what trick he might pull off in here. He is a weirdo and madman~ ... after all. And secondly, there were important matters they needed to discuss. Wasting time over an insignificant human girl, she didn’t consider it wise.

But, since earlier, something has been bothering her. Those iffy, mocking voices had gotten under her skin, so she asked straightaway, "Who is Derbie? What were those laughs? Those creepy voices? Was it part of your illusion magic?"

"Ahhaaa~ ... those voices. Illusion magic, pffftttt ... nahh. It’s nothing like that. I totally forgot about them, my bad, my bad. Let me introduce you to them," Denver uttered in a nonchalant tone. He clapped his hands twice, and soon the concealing spell he had cast dispersed, revealing something that jolted Catherine to the core. Her eyes went wide.

She tried to hide it, but the look of shock was quite evident on her face. She thought, ’What the heck is even this?’

Denver chuckled lightheartedly, expecting the reaction, "These~ ...." He waved his hands, "~are my precious private collections, in my own little biorepository." His voice reverberated.

The room was filled with cages trapping wild, exotic animals as well as were-species. The high walls were lined with packed shelves holding countless specimen containers containing both recognisable and non-recognisable beings. Denver walked around freely, his steps halted right in front of a gilded cage housing a bison with weird-looking horns and multiple scars. ’No, they are not horns but something similar to a deer’s antlers. Even its raised tail is just like a deer’s,’ Catherine couldn’t help but stare at the creature.

"This is~ ... Ion—my prized bison. Thanks to my successful mutation experiment, I have partly turned him into a deer," His tone was filled with pride.

Ion, in a submissive tone, greeted him, "Master~ ...." Hisad lowered in respect as if he had already surrendered to his fate.

Next, he walked towards a plain-looking baby fawn who was huddling in a corner, her eyes downcast, "This is your~ ... Derbie. The antlers and tail on Ion’s body were given to him by her mother. A price to keep her daughter unharmed. Stupid creature, right? So much for that damned motherly love. She even sacrificed herself, hehh~ ...." he mocked, his lips curving upwards, without a tinge of guilt. "That foolish creature thought I would spare this chick after that. Haahhahahha~ .... you know a deer’s heart is good for vitality. It makes for good rune stones with similar abilities. But it should be carved out at the right time. So, I am only waiting for that."

He went on to introduce other caged beings with much enthusiasm. There was not a shred of shame or even remorse in his voice, only a rare, sickening thrill and a display of exuberance.

Catherine didn’t know what to even say to this. She knew from the start that Denver Brooks was a total lunatic. She has only ever tolerated him because he has been a gifted alchemist, and she needed him to get rid of Jacob. But seeing his madness with her own eyes was jaw-dropping to say the least. These magical mutation experiments have been banned, and even a special treaty was signed by all the clans. But he was freely using forbidden magic.

"Now that I showcased my collection, let’s get down to some real business," he shrugged off casually. Turning around, he took his seat, which was placed in the middle of the vast room, studded with shimmering gold stones.

"Richards~ .... Richards~ .... you are thinking way too much. Do you think I would have let that guy stab Larson? I had calculated everything in advance. It was all part of my plan. That puppet, Shaun Hart, aimed the stake at the Larson only because I wanted it to look that way," Denver told her. "That boy, Fabian Stephens, he is boundlessly loyal towards Larson, another freak with a familial love syndrome. Anyway, seeing his grandfather getting attacked, especially after what happened, how could he remain still, hmm? There is one more thing that I got to know. Today happens to be his parents’ death anniversary. So, I thought it was a perfect day for a family reunion," he winked.

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