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Vampire King Apollyon

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It also made his life difficult to see her suffer, and he couldn't do anything about it.

Now, he could.

Perhaps, Apollyon can start drinking Luna's blood again once she fully recovered after drinking his and Ravin's blood some more.

Apollyon took a deep breath and paused before exhaling.

Luna's mouth-watering scent hit him again, and his nostrils flared.

Without meaning to, Apollyon had licked his lips in anticipation, wondering where he could get his next hit of that drug.

Later.

Later…

He shook his head, getting a hold of himself.

As he drew closer, Luna let out a short gasp when he raked his fingers through her scalp before he closed his eyes, bent over, and kissed the crown of her head.

The bristles of her hair tickled his jaw, making his lips quirk.

His nose caught the delightful and sweet aroma of citrus squeezed on autumn flowers and grassy meadow after rainy dawn on her hair, and he breathed her in.

This must be what heaven smelled like, and he didn't expect it.

He nodded in approval, wishing he could stay in her embrace innocently without feeling ravenous.

The Fae servants of Hazelnut? Manor had done a great job convincing his beloved to clean her up despite her cursed illness and her extreme fear of the cold.

After their battle with all the demons in the Material Realm, he would remember to give each of them a raise.

Apollyon saw that bathing wouldn't be an obstacle anymore, so he raised one knee and then another, climbing back to the bed, settled himself behind her.

He also fluffed the pillows and leaned them against the headboard to recline his broad back and relax while he aimed to cut her silver hair properly.

He wanted to get Luna comfortable first before seeing her bath in front of the birth attendants.

Apollyon didn't care at all if they wanted him out.

He was the Lord of the Manor.

If the head birth attendant insisted this was a 'women-only endeavor,' Apollyon would dismiss the lady and tell her to pack her bags and leave the premises.

This wasn't the time to follow stupid and strict traditions when his only goal was to protect his wife fiercely while he was here in the Estate.

The bath wasn't an exemption.

The bed had creaked when Apollyon lifted her by her arms so she could move her forward a bit to give him more space.

His wife had become heavier, but he had no problem with her weight at all.

He was just glad that this fact had proved that the babies were healthy and his wife's womb was good enough to house them.

He knew how sensitive women could be from gaining weight no matter how obscure it was, so he never made any passing comment out loud.

In his imaginary vampire husband's handbook, it was a crime to irritate a pregnant wife with talks of even the slightest comment about appearance.

"Apollyon." Luna had to look over her shoulder to narrow her dark emerald eyes that he guessed had turned almost demonic. "I swear I heard you grunt when you when you lifted me up."

His beloved figured out that he was too silent—that he was mulling over something in his mind.

Had she connected to their mind link without his knowledge?

As he felt his nape prickle, Apollyon realized he was going to face some female trouble, so, in the blink of an eye, he abruptly kept his impenetrable mask in place.

Her eyes reverted to a vampire.

The scowl on her face shouldn't have made him snort, but he found her pout cutely that he wanted to kiss and bite that insolent lip of hers.

God's blood!

She seemed to forget that her husband was a strong Vampire!

Why would he grunt when he didn't even make a sound… much less gasp?

Yet, there should be nothing to worry about.

His beloved's beauty wouldn't fade over something this trivial.

The Harem Girls in the Consortium were only as vain because they had lived their whole life being conscious of his perusal.

His wife didn't have to adhere to these ridiculous standards because she already owned his heart, body, and soul.

This way of living was mandatory for harem girls in the Consortium.

Male vampires' approval was solely based on their sensual appearance and how well they could pleasure and serve the men who bought them to gain their favor and live a comfortable life.

However, his wife didn't have to adhere to these ridiculous standards anymore since he had already left his image of owning a Consortium in the past.

Apollyon's large hands traced the bones and massaged those parts, where her Archdemon wings should have been if he witnessed her in Archdemon form, in a circular motion, before his palm slid into her arm to hold her slender fingers.

She finally spoke after a deliberate moment of silence, which made him chuckle softly.

"You are as light as feather and you will always be. I already told you about this before, Luna." His free hand caressed the underside of one breast that grew heavier and her nipples to darken with each passing month. "Be reassured."

When the flames of the fireplace had danced at the expanse of her skin, Apollyon could see the tiny green veins branching underneath her moonlit flesh despite the darkness of the room.

"You can carry me outside for a little sight-seeing then." She pressed on.

Luna was as pale as a sheet, so there was no doubt his wife could perfectly blend in snowy surroundings if he fulfilled her wish to go outside.

Luna might vanish if she sneaked out recklessly despite his warning.

But, of course, the lovely lady would have to wear white, wouldn't she?

"Later." Apollyon brought her hands to his lips and kissed it reverently. "—after I cut your hair."

"This will be quick, beloved.? After this you will take a bath and then we would take a walk at the vineyards if you are able.." He released her hand, and it stayed limp on the bed. "If you can't—"