Married To The Mad Vampire Lord novel Chapter 566

Chapter 566: The unexpected event at the wedding_Part 4

"Yes," he said. "Uncle Rav is not dead, nor is he away in another land. He is in Velmere."

Aryen’s heart leaped, and his brows rose in disbelief. All these years, he had believed his father was away in some distant land because of the letters he used to send, and when he was growing up and his play mate taunted him about being fatherless, Aryen had begun to think their father didn’t want them. If it hadn’t been for his mother’s constant reminders that he would come back to them someday and that he hadn’t abandoned them, Aryen would have long ago hated his father for neglecting them.

When Finn had told him that his father was alive and suffering from corruption, everything had started to make sense, but he had fought the urge to go and search for where they were keeping him. Finn had explained that when Angel returned, he would treat and cure their father, and that Aryen should pretend he didn’t know about it.

Many times while growing up, he had seen the complete family of the Dagons and wished their own family could feel and be that complete, but that had never been possible without their father, about whom their mother cried almost every night in her room. Aryen hated hearing her sobs in the middle of the night.

"He is in Velmere? Where? Can I see him?" Aryen asked, unable to contain the feeling bubbling inside him.

"I’m sorry, you can’t see him yet. He is kept inside a coffin for now, and the coffin can’t be opened until the day his heart will be changed," Max said calmly, though if one could see and read his heart, they would notice the nervousness he felt about the changing of the heart, something he had looked forward to all his life and also dreaded.

Aryen’s face fell, but not completely, as there was still hope. "When will that be?" he asked.

"When I find a matching heart for him. I have been searching for a healthy heart strong enough to survive a vampire’s lifespan, but I haven’t found one yet. After Elle’s wedding, I will continue the search for a suitable heart among the turned vampires."

That was one of the main reasons the heart changing had been delayed. Max couldn’t risk using a human heart, nor could he use any kind of turned vampire’s weak or unstable heart, one that would eventually corrupt again through the years. The heart he needed had to be strong, compatible, and able to endure immortality.

Taking such a heart would mean killing the person it belonged to, and Max had not yet found someone whose heart met all the requirements. Until then, he refused to touch anything on uncle Rav.

"Can I help in any way? I would like to assist," Aryen said. Max looked thoughtful for a moment, silently considering, before he finally nodded his head. "Sure. I will let you know when it’s time to start the search."

Aryen grinned, revealing a straight set of white teeth, and held out his hand for a comrade handshake. Max looked down at the hand, then removed his own from his pocket and grasped it firmly. They held it a moment longer than necessary, a silent exchange passing between them.

"Thank you," Aryen said softly, his voice carrying the weight of gratitude. "For everything you did for my family."

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Elle had known something would go wrong today because of the persistent feeling in her gut, but she tried to tame the sensation and convinced herself that it was all in her head. She was overthinking things because she was dying of anxiety. Many times while she was being dressed, she had asked for water and blood.

Though a half-breed, she still required blood, only it wasn’t like the others; she could live without it. But today, she had requested it more than three times to quench the dryness in her throat, which made it clear it wasn’t from thirst, because even the blood didn’t quench it.

Aunt Belle had asked more than once if she wanted to rest for some time, but Elle said she was fine. Her mother had asked if she wanted the wedding to be postponed if she didn’t feel well, and Elle shook her head. Though she was tempted to say yes, she dared not after coming this far ahead.

The guests and all of the McKay relatives had gone ahead to the venue; it was her and her family’s arrival they waited for. All her life she had been treated like a delicate flower, where her mother did everything for her. She had given her everything she ever asked for.

Elle wouldn’t spoil her name in society now because she was having cold feet.

Rosey had said it was normal for a bride to feel nervous, and Aunt Belle had also described how nervous she had been during her own time.

Not to mention, Elle wasn’t marrying a stranger but a man she had known for more than a year.

When they finished dressing her, Elle stared at her reflection in the mirror, where she didn’t look like her normal self.

"Rosey, isn’t this too much?" she asked her friend, who was hellbent on making her the most beautiful bride anyone had ever seen.

Rosey scoffed. "Too much? Not a chance. You have a beauty that makes anyone stop and stare, just like that doll from my childhood. You should enhance that beauty. I didn’t even do much, Elle. Let’s make Eryx know how lucky he is to marry an Angel!"

Angel. The word made her remember he was somewhere in the house, but she didn’t want to even think about him more than she already had. This new Angel unnerved her and made her feel strange. He had grown into a man she had not expected, so tall and big-muscled. She recalled his big hand resting at the small of her back and felt herself blush.

"Oh, the bride is blushing already," remarked Finn, who had come to join them for some reason instead of hanging around Aryen like he normally did. "The carriage has arrived. You should save the blush for your groom, cousin," he announced as he peeked out the window.

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