Married To The Mad Vampire Lord novel Chapter 371

Chapter 371: Wings_Part 2

When he went into the room, Rohan’s brows shot up in astonishment at what he saw. Angel wasn’t sitting on the sofa; he was in the air, flying around the room and giggling, little wings flapping behind him.

Rohan’s eyes zeroed in on the open window where his son was heading, and he moved swiftly to grab him before he could fly outside. He shut the window with narrowed eyes as he sensed a faint, disappearing presence lingering in the room, like someone had been there before his return, leaving behind only the barest trace, almost undetectable if not for his sharp senses.

But it was impossible for anyone to have come in during the few minutes he was gone, for he had locked the door with a key when he carried Belle away.

"Your wings have sprouted," Rohan remarked in surprise, looking at his happy son, who was flapping the black wings and struggling to break free. But Rohan held him tightly to prevent it. "You can’t use them, son, at least not here. Put them back where they’re safe."

Immediately Angel’s happy face fell into sadness. "No..." he muttered, shaking his head in protest.

"Max, I am not in the best of moods with your mama in that condition. Put the wings back like this." Rohan gently pressed his middle and index fingers into the midpoint of the feathered wings, causing them to reflexively sink back into his backbone, disappearing from sight.

Angel’s sad eyes shifted into anger as his wings vanished, and he turned those furious eyes on his father, dark veins standing out sharply on his forehead.

Angel’s wings were not supposed to sprout yet. The last time Rohan had checked his backbone, the lines were still closed, with no sign of tearing. Their sudden sprouting now was not a good thing, not when Rohan was trying so hard to keep the boy’s identity hidden.

What made it less suspicious, though still not right, for Rohan about the sudden appearance of the wings was the fact that his son had a different kind of growth. Just as it was said that every demon grew differently, some were born with wings, teeth, and even the ability to speak immediately after birth, while for others, it happened gradually in different ways, like it was happening with his son.

If he wasn’t trying so hard to hide the boy and protect him, Rohan would never have forced his growth back or tried to press the wings into hiding. He would have allowed his son to develop freely as nature willed. However, Angel did not know that. To him, it only looked as though his father no longer liked him and had taken away the one thing he wanted to keep so much now.

"Don’t look at me like that, son. It’s for your own good," Rohan said, reaching up to pat his head. But Angel swatted his hand away with a strength that would have broken a human’s bones.

"Mama!" he demanded, his small voice clear with anger, his accusing eyes still glaring at Rohan as if his father had stolen something from him.

This was the first time Angel had ever looked at him like that, and Rohan felt a prick in his heart; he didn’t like it, but he couldn’t let him use those wings yet, not until he was old enough to understand how to cautiously use them without giving himself away to danger.

Rohan began to part his lips to speak, but Angel turned his eyes away as if he wasn’t interested in hearing whatever his father had to say for taking his wings. Flying had become something Angel cherished after the day Rohan had carried him up into the sky, that very day when they were leaving the mountains.

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