Married To The Mad Vampire Lord novel Chapter 260

Chapter 260: Angry husband_"Who did that to her?!"_Part 4

Belle screamed, begged, and thrashed beneath the weight of the men until her voice cracked and faded. Then she watched, in painful, helpless anticipation, as he lifted the dagger and brought it down with force toward her stomach, and immediately, she shut her eyes.

Belle had expected the painful plunge of the dagger into her, but instead, she felt a chill seep into her bones, followed by thunder and the sound of something else ripping through the air. The grip of the men holding her suddenly loosened, and she heard them curse loudly as they all scattered away from her.

Belle’s heart raced. She wondered anxiously what had made them stop and back away... or what had caused the air around her to turn frigid, still, and unbearably heavy.

Unable to stop herself from looking, she risked peeking through her wet lashes before finally opening her eyes.

The wall at the end of the hallway had been torn open, shattered as if something had exploded through it. And standing in the center of the crumbled remains was a figure. She couldn’t see his face clearly, but she knew who he was, by the dark wings that slowly lowered behind him and the suffocating darkness that clung to his presence.

Everyone around her seemed to blur as she watched him, her body half-risen from the cold floor, eyes fixed on him. He stared back at her, and she noticed the hardness in his face soften for a fleeting moment... before it darkened again when his gaze took in the bruises marring her face.

He was drenched from head to toe, and dangerously furious. She could see the dark veins beginning to line his skin, claws slowly growing from his hands, and the small horns rising from his head.

But through it all, Belle wasn’t terrified. Unlike the men around them who began to panic in fear, she felt no alarm. Her heart swelled with a strange warmth, and a thread-like balm washed away the terror that had consumed her only moments ago.

For the first time since the time she began to run for her life, she felt safe, safe enough to let her tears fall freely, rolling down her cheeks.

Her lips trembled as she tried to say his name, and she saw how her tears seemed to make the black veiny lines on his skin grow even darker, as though her pain fed his fury.

"I won’t say this twice," came Rohan’s voice as he watched his wife, but his words were directed at the men surrounding them, all of whom had pulled out their rifles and pointed them toward him.

Yet their eyes could not mask the inevitable terror of witnessing a creature none of them had ever seen before.

He continued to speak, taking in the red bruises and dark marks on her face, the tears swimming in her hazel eyes. "Which one of you fucking bastards did that to her?" he demanded, his eyes finally moving away from her to the men.

Nobody spoke among the crowd, but the way their eyes shifted to a man standing in the center, one who showed not a flicker of fear in his brown eyes, told Rohan all he needed to know.

The man stood still, emotionless, unflinching as he stared Rohan down.

"So what are you?" the Councilman dared to ask.

A dark smile curled Rohan’s lips.

"How about I show you what I am, instead."

And in a blink of an eye, he had moved with a speed none of the men holding their guns on him anticipated and was in front of the Councilman—who, for the first time, looked taken aback and frightened as his neck was gripped by Rohan.

The men around immediately began to fire their weapons, and Rohan, as angry and furious as he was, moved without releasing the Councilman’s neck and evaded every single bullet fired his way until their guns went empty. His fingers tightened around the man’s neck.

"Tsk, which hand did you use to hit her?" he asked the wide-eyed man, whose eyes were turning bloodshot and face crimson.

When the man didn’t speak, Rohan raised his other hand and landed a blow to his face. The blow broke his jaw.

"Which of your fucking useless hands did you use to hit her?!" he growled in a deep, low voice. And when the man didn’t speak, he raised another blow to his face that hit his eye.

In no time, bodies lay around the hallway, and blood dripped from his claws and fangs.

Rohan turned to where his wife was lying and found her unconscious on the floor, curled up with arms hugging her stomach. He hurried to her side and went on his knees, cradling her head against his chest.

With trembling fingers, he moved the strands of hair away from her bruised, wet cheeks.

"I am sorry I put you through this hell, my love."

He held her to his wildly beating heart that, just for a moment on his way, he had believed he was too late to get to her. If he had been just a second late, he would have lost her. He held her to him even more.

Thunder rumbled in the sky as he cradled his unconscious wife in his arms, apologizing and rocking her, promising to make it right again.

He gathered her in his arms along with her things that lay beside her and turned away from the dead bodies lining the floor, making his way back towards where he had come from.

"This will be the beginning of that peaceful life you longed for, my heart. I will make it right again. I will do my best to give it to you."

He swore to her as he looked down at her bruised face and the blood smearing the side of her lips and nose. He cradled her even more to his chest, swallowing the emotions that swelled into his chest and the thought of what he had given to protect her and be with her now.

Surprisingly, he held no regrets in his heart for what he did in Nightbrook to get here sooner than later, because he had gotten to her on time. He might think differently after everything was over, but having Belle alive in his arms was enough for him for now, and by hell, he would make things right again.

He opened his wings and flew into the rain with her, his coat shielding her face from the rain.