His Nanny Mate (Moana and Edrick Morgan) novel Chapter 242

#Chapter 242: The Tears of a Lover

Moana

Edrick’s hand suddenly fell limp. The smile on his face faded as his eyelids fluttered shut, and at that exact moment, I felt my heart shatter into a million pieces.

“No…” I whispered, my throat closing up already. “Edrick?”

He didn’t answer. I felt a sob catch in my throat.

Without thinking, I pressed my hands into his wounds. I heard the flesh and the blood squelch beneath my touch as my vision became clouded with tears.

“Come on,” I said, my voice shaking violently as I pressed harder and tried to focus my energy.

“It’s no use, Moana,” Mina said, sounding full of regret. “I’m sorry. His wounds were too deep.”

I shook my head in disbelief and just pushed harder on Edrick’s wounds. His body shifted beneath my touch, filling me with a false sense of hope that he was still alive. But he wasn’t — he was dead. When I felt his neck, there was no pulse.

There was no containing my grief anymore. As a keening wail started to rumble in my throat, I felt the tears spill out of my eyes and pour down my cheeks.

“Edrick…” I cried. I threw my arms around him and fell onto him, sobbing hysterically and not caring if I got myself covered in his blood.

My fated mate was dead. There was no greater pain than this.

“I want to go back!” I cried out to Mina. “Let me go back! I don’t want to be here anymore!”

“I can’t,” Mina replied. “You already made the choice to stay in the real world. There’s no way for you to switch with me now.”

Another wail escaped my lips and carried across the wind. The birds, which had just been singing as the end of the storm came, now fell silent. Or maybe I just drowned them out with my sobs.

But then, something happened while I cried onto Edrick’s limp body. I thought it was just in my head at first, but when I suddenly froze and felt it for a second time, I sat up abruptly and wiped my tears away.

I felt Edrick’s heart start to beat in his chest.

“E-Edrick?” I stammered, looking down earnestly at his pale face. “A-Are you alive?”

He didn’t answer. Shakily, I leaned back down and placed my ear on his chest.

Nothing happened for a moment. I started to lose hope; maybe I really was just imagining it, or maybe it was a muscle spasm.

“Moana, I don’t—”

“Shh!” I shushed my wolf and pressed my ear harder into Edrick’s chest. My eyes widened.