Chapter 174: In his Own house

Frederick Frankly, the smell of blood had driven him to a frenzy, but he was learning to control it. “I’m hungry,” he suddenly declared and stormed back into his house. By the time he entered, the smell of cleaning chemicals was so strong he nearly wanted to bathe. He marched out and made his way to Paul’s house instead, where his mate had prepared delicious food. Without wasting time, he simply marched into the dining room and scarfed down as much food as possible, with Paul and his pregnant mate glaring at him with open mouths. “Thank you,” Frederick said when he was full, patting his now slightly larger stomach. “I’m sorry,” he continued. “But both of you should know by now how I feel. I’m always hungry, always angry, and I feel like I’m not getting anywhere with this.” Paul placed a hand on the table. “It’s understandable,” Paul said. “Anthony told me a few things that were also corroborated by Mateo. They’re keeping an eye on the border that we share with Skylines and the sm