My Wife Returned as a Man: The Vampire’s Reincarnated Mate のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

Sam’s POV . .“What?!”I breathed out as she opened her mouth to speak.“Yes! I’ve found it… the perfect one!”Sarah screamed from the other side of the room, holding up a saree, the Indian dress falling elegantly from the hanger in her hands.Marah clapped excitedly as she rushed to her sister, grabbing the gown and inspecting it with a huge smile.“Wait… wait… what do you mean he wants my soul?”I quickly interjected.She gave me a glance before shaking her head and rushing toward me.“Enough of that… we need to get you ready, okay?”My brows pinched together.“What… no… I…”I stopped as my eyes landed on their hands.The bag of makeup.The female lotion and shampoo.The saree hanging from a hanger at the side of the room.“Wait… are these for me?”I asked, confusion covering my face.They both nodded excitedly.“Of course, beautiful. So now we’re gonna clean you…”She said, pointing toward the bathtub.“And we’re gonna make you the most prettiest bride!”My eyes widened in shoc

Sam’s POV . .I turned to him sharply, his dark eyes on me as my own eyes widened.“Where is she?”He tilted his head, his eyes slowly moving over my body before coming back to meet mine.“Here.”I moved back slowly, everything finally starting to make sense.It all started to make fucking sense.He wants me because… I looked like his wife.“Make me understand.”I said bluntly.He took a grape, taking a bite out of it, his eyes never leaving mine.“Her name was Maya Khan…”He said with a sigh as he chewed slowly, walking around the table, his fingers trailing lazily along its edge.“She was the most beautiful woman I’d ever laid my eyes on… and I’ve had eyes on a lot of women…”He paused, grabbing the knife from the table as he inspected it.“I was so obsessed with her… God, I knew I had to make her mine… by any means possible.”He gave me a glance, something telling me those last words didn’t mean anything good.“She became mine, of course. My wife… and then came my clan. A noble

Patrick’s POV . .It was early morning now, and the news had spread that Father Gabriel would be leaving.I stood at the door, holding my shorts tightly as I watched him pack, my heart pounding.“You can’t leave, Father…”I said in a whisper as he paused, standing straight and folding the shirt in his hands before looking at me with a sigh.“Patrick… I thought we’ve talked about it.”I shook my head, walking into the room as I bit my lip tightly, trying to hold back the tears stinging my eyes.“Father… there’s something about him…”“Oh, don’t be ridiculous, Patrick. He’s a man of God, a priest… just like I am. He’ll be great.”I scratched the back of my neck uneasily, wondering if I should bring it up.“He smells weird, Father… a different kind of smell. Don’t you smell it?”He looked up at me, a small, sad smile appearing on his face.“You mean the smell of cigarettes? I know you don’t like it, Patrick… but it’s close to winter. He’s allowed to smoke.”I grabbed the shirt from hi

Sam’s POV..“The first step to being a good wife for the prince and our future lord is to give him everything he wants.”I scoffed for the hundredth time since they started, rolling my eyes.We were now in the large living room as I sat on the couch, the fire in the fireplace sparking and making the room warm, while the sun shone through the glass windows.It looked like a smaller version of an ancient castle, with weird artifacts hanging on the walls.If it were under different circumstances, I would have loved it a lot more.“What is this? The 18th century?”They both looked at me, folding their arms.“Considering the time he was born, yes.”My eyes widened.“What? Is he that old?”They ignored me, looking back at the board.“Now… a lord has so many things to take care of. He leads his people, he plans the wars, he’s in charge of everything… When he comes back to the chambers tired and stressed… what do you do?”Sarah asked.“I tell him to go to hell and that he deserves to be tir

Patrick’s POV . .I walked into the house, standing still for a bit for any sign of life, but there was none. A wave of relief hit me as I dropped my bag on the couch, walking to the small kitchen as I poured myself a glass of water from the jug. I leaned against the counter, chugging the whole thing down as I sighed contently.It had been a long class, and it dragged even longer when I realized Sam wasn’t going to come.It was unlike him. He always attended class unless he found a quick day job or if he was sick… nevertheless, he never forgot to text me to brief him in on what was taught.I dragged my phone from my pocket again, tapping on his number.“You didn’t come to class today… are you okay? Call me when you see this.”I stared at his picture that showed in his profile icon for a few seconds before dragging in a sharp breath and putting it back in my pocket.It was past 5 PM now, and the sun was already setting as I watched it through the window, feeling the slight panic th