Claimed And Marked By Her Stepbrother Mates novel Chapter 534

Chapter 534: 534-Singing Him A Lullaby

Helanie:

It was late, and the weather had turned even more pleasant when it started raining. The rain tapped softly on the window, and the room was quiet. Only the small lamp beside the bed was on, giving a warm, soft light.

I was feeling strange in my heart; his hair smelled so good that even though his head was only in my lap, I could smell the amazing scent of his shampoo.

He lay across the bed, his head in my lap. His eyes were closed, but I knew he wasn’t asleep. His face looked calm now, but I had seen how tired and lost he seemed all day, every day.

Especially now that I had been spending nights in his room, I realized he was always awake.

I slowly ran my fingers through his hair. It felt natural, even though everything between us still felt strange. There was something we weren’t saying. Something heavy in the silence.

I looked down at him. He looked peaceful like this. Safe. Like he could finally sleep well.

The lullaby just came out, soft and quiet, almost like a whisper.

"Sleep now, love, the night is near,

The stars are out, the sky is clear,

As the ships on sees gets near,

Sleep now, love, the peace is real,

No more worries, no more cries,

Just close your eyes and hear my sighs..."

He didn’t say anything. He didn’t move. But I felt his body slowly relax. His breathing became slower, deeper. He was letting go, little by little.

I kept singing.

It was the oddest thing I had done with him. But somehow, I did it, and not only did he sound at peace, but I was at peace too. I liked the way he was breathing so calmly now.

There were moments when my mind drifted to his statement. He didn’t want any other woman’s bite on his body but Jessica’s. It made me feel so guilty.

I had stolen his chance to be happy. I had married him when he could have been with the woman he wanted. And all this time, I hadn’t thanked him properly.

’Asshole!’

I grunted at him, and my wolf huffed.

’I thought you wanted to thank him,’ she sounded so confused.

’I will—I am thanking him. Resting him to sleep is my way to thank him,’ I muttered.

’But he is such an idiot—asshole—a rascal—Iugh, I want to pull his hair,’ although I felt that way, my fingers never did anything to hurt his hair.