Married To The Mad Vampire Lord novel Chapter 188

Chapter 188: Awake_Part 2

It hurt so badly that breathing was difficult.

The sensation of the heart. The weight of it. The burn in his throat. The moisture that suddenly stung his eyes and rolled down his burning cheeks. What was this?

Why couldn’t he breathe?

He looked down at his hands and they were shaking.

His dark-veined fingertips trembled like they didn’t belong to him.

Tears blurred his vision as his unfamiliar heart tightened inside his chest with emotions he had forgotten what they felt like. Sorrow, loss, and loneliness—and he didn’t understand why it consumed him whole.

It wasn’t even a single emotion. It was everything.

Everything at once.

And it was too much.

He pressed his back to the wall and drew his knees in. His body hunched as he tried to silence the sound of that terrible heart that had suddenly come alive inside him. It refused to stop. It wouldn’t calm.

He didn’t even hear her at first.

The soft shift of the bed. Her quiet steps and her familiar scent—because he could not control himself and his damned emotions. He was too buried deep inside them when her soft, panicked voice flowed into his small cage, penetrating into his mind.

"Rohan...?"

He flinched back as he felt her fingers against his arm.

She was kneeling before him before he could stop her. Her eyes wide, her lips parted, her expression caught between relief and horror. He couldn’t meet her gaze. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

He didn’t want her to see him this vulnerable and stupid. Whatever this was inside him, he didn’t want her to see him.

But she saw anyway.

Her hands reached for his face and he turned it away from her.

"I can’t... I can’t breathe," he rasped with a hoarse voice. "It won’t stop... it’s beating, it’s beating like it wants to break me—"

She didn’t speak. She just touched him, softly at first, like if she pressed too hard, he would vanish. And then she wrapped her hand around his bicep and moved closer to him, a presence he did not know he needed until he felt her lips pressed against his arm, causing him to look at her in the dimness.

"I don’t know how to hold it," he admitted in a whisper as the emotions and the beating of the heart was growing inside him. He had lived for many years without the heart, that now that it was back inside him, he did not recognize the feeling and the pressure of it all.

"I don’t know how to feel like this again, I don’t want it anymore..."

He did not understand how it happened, and how he got the heart back. Or why. And maybe he did not want it back and was fighting the emotions now because a part of him was scared to have it back, because having something means you could lose it again.

"Why does it hurt so much?" It wasn’t a physical pain. Emotional. The weight of past memories. Regret. Love. All crashing down at once.

"Because it’s meant to hurt and make you feel," she whispered back, her forehead touching his, her thumbs wiping away the tears that had spilled without his permission on his flushed cheeks. "Let me hold it with you. Let me teach you how to be one with it again."

He looked into her eyes, and the first thing he felt clearly was love. For her. Unfiltered. Overwhelming. The kind of love he once believed himself incapable of.

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