Married To The Mad Vampire Lord novel Chapter 437

Chapter 437: "You were Astral?"_Part 1

He tore his mouth away and pulled her into a fierce embrace, crushing her against him as he held her tightly and rocked her in his arms.

"I’m sorry..." Belle finally found her voice and whispered into his ear, hugging him back just as tightly as he held her.

"I have never been this scared in all my life," Rohan groaned against her neck, his tears soaking into her dress. "I have never felt a bone-chilling fear. Damn it all to hell, I can lose anything else but you. The world is dark without you in it. Nothing matters or makes sense..." He tightened his hold, letting his trembling body be assured that she was awake and back right where she belonged, in his arms. That he had nothing to be afraid of. Nothing at all, as long as she was here.

They held each other for so long that neither of them wanted to let go, letting the feeling wrap around them while thunder rolled and rain poured outside the castle, drumming against the roof and beating at the windows.

They were completely unaware of the little feet that pattered toward them until a trembling voice called out, "Mama..."

Belle pulled back from her husband’s embrace to look toward the voice, and her heart fell at the sight of their son. Angel had not only grown a head taller but looked so much thinner, his chubby adorableness gone. He was still wearing the same sleeping attire from the night the ritual began, stained with dried blood at the sleeves, his hair a tangled mess on his head like they hadn’t seen a comb in forever.

Belle knew without being told that Rohan had neglected him unintentionally because of her, and the thought of it wrenched her heart. Rohan turned to look at his son, and as if finally realizing what he had done wrong, remorse consumed him and he fell silent.

Belle opened her arms to the little boy. "Come here, darling."

Angel trotted toward her, climbed into her arms, and wrapped his small arms around her neck, burying his face against her. Belle didn’t realize he was crying until she felt the wetness of his tears on her skin, and her arms instinctively tightened around his small body.

"I’m sorry, Angel. So sorry," she whispered, running her hand up and down his back as his small shoulders began to shake with sobs.

"Mama... no pudd-in, no blood. Bite..." he said through his sobs, his words, already unclear at his young age, becoming even more broken. But Belle understood, and she tilted his tear-streaked face up to hers.

"Show me where?" she asked, her body weak and exhausted, but she didn’t care. She needed to make sure the two people who depended on her were okay. "Where did you bite yourself to take blood?" She stroked his cheeks as he lifted his small arm.

"Dere, Mama..." he pointed to his right forearm with his left index finger, his lips trembling as he tried to explain, his hands moving clumsily to help her understand his meaning.

Angel hadn’t been fed because Rohan had locked the door, allowing no one in or out, forcing the witch to bring Belle back. He had not only neglected himself but also their son, who hadn’t been fed and had resorted to biting himself for blood.

As much as it would have been easy to blame Rohan for not being there for his son, Belle didn’t. Rohan had grown up without the love or care of a father or mother, and yet because he loved her, he had done his best to be a great father to their son, even without any example to follow. He was always there for Angel. He loved him. But without her, there was no way to hold him together. She was the string keeping them bound; without her, the rope would break and relationship would fall apart.

Belle had been unconscious for days, though to her, it had felt like only a few hours because of the difference in time between the worlds. These two had gone through a worse hell than she had. She turned and saw her husband staring at their son, his eyes heavy with remorse and shame for not being there when their boy needed him most.

Angel’s tiny hands gripped the neckline of her dress as he looked into her eyes, tears clinging to his lashes.

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