Married To The Mad Vampire Lord novel Chapter 372

Chapter 372: Mending the Bridge Between Father and Son_Part 1

Belle didn’t regain consciousness until the sun began to set and dip beneath the horizon. She stirred awake with a small moan because of the discomfort in her head.

She opened her eyes to the dimly lit room, blinking several times to focus as memories poured back to her like a tide, causing her to flinch at the recollection of falling from a great height into a dark hole, and the sharp sensation of hitting her head against something hard before everything went dark.

The rest of the things she recalled after that came in bits and pieces, fragments slipping in and out, where voices had flowed like echoes inside her mind. She had heard Rohan’s voice pleading with her not to leave him, his desperate words saying that he would kill everyone if she did.

Belle had fought hard, clinging with every strength she had to remain in her own body, to stay with him, but something had been pulling her away from herself, dragging her further and further until she was slipping beyond reach. She would have been lost, gone forever, if it weren’t for the sharp pain that pierced against her shoulder, a pain that had made heat consume her in fierce waves and pulled her back.

Belle wanted to move her hand and touch her mildly sore shoulder, to confirm the source of that saving pain, when she realized her son’s small figure was nestled close against her body, sleeping peacefully in front of her, his little arm draped protectively across her neck. She looked down at his face, buried into the softness of her bosom, his flushed cheeks warm against her skin, his mouth slightly parted in the innocence of sleep.

A subconscious smile tugged at her lips at the sight of him. Overcome with tenderness, she hugged him tightly to her body, recalling how he had helped her, even in the land of the dead. She pressed a gentle, lingering kiss to his soft hair.

"Thank you..." she whispered into his ear, her voice breaking with emotion, and his small fingers twitched faintly around her neck as though he had heard her even in his dreams.

Just then, she heard the door open, and she turned her head to see Rohan walk into the room, closing the door firmly behind him when he noticed she was awake. Belle felt her heart leap at the sight of him, and she shifted slightly away from her sleeping son as her husband reached her in long, purposeful strides.

She opened her arms when he came to her, and without hesitation, he dropped onto the bed on bended knees and folded himself into her embrace, enveloping her in his strong, warm arms. Burying his head in the crook of her neck, he crushed her to him like he wanted to fuse their bodies together.

"Damn you, Isa. You made me worried like hell," he whispered huskily into her neck, holding her so tightly it felt like he never wanted to let go. As tight as his hug was, Belle held him back just as fiercely.

"I am sorry," she muttered with a hoarse, dry voice that made Rohan immediately pull back from the embrace. He reached to the nightstand, where he had placed a jug of water earlier, and poured some into a cup before holding it carefully to her lips.

Belle hadn’t realized how thirsty she was until the water touched her tongue, and she gulped it down deeply. She drank another cup before she finally felt steady. Rohan took the cup from her hand and used his gloved thumb to wipe the corner of her lip, before gently pushing her back to rest against the pillows propped on the headboard.

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