The Rejected daughter chosen by the Alpha (Maya and Atila) novel Chapter 115

Chapter 115

Chapter 115

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MAYA

I hated feeling weak.

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It was the first thing that truly bothered me since I opened my eyes and returned to this world. It wasn’t the confusion. It wasn’t the fragmented memories. It wasn’t even the crushing weight of knowing everything Átila had done for me.

It was my own body.

It wouldn’t obey me.

I was still sitting on the edge of the bed, my bare feet touching the cold floor, while Átila stood close enough that I could feel his warmth. It comforted me and unsettled me at the same time.

“You need to rest,” he said quietly.

I shook my head immediately.

“I’ve rested enough.”

He let out a restrained breath.

“Maya, Miss Langford will bring your meal. There’s no need for you to walk right now…”

“I’m not going to break,” I replied, meeting his eyes directly.

His gaze softened, but there was something behind it. Fear. He was afraid.

Of me.

Or for me.

The thought made my chest tighten.

I pressed my hands into the mattress and pushed myself up, ignoring the silent protest of my muscles. My knees trembled, but I refused to stop.

“I need to stand,” I murmured, more to myself than to him.

“Maya, wait.”

I ignored him.

I put weight on my legs.

For one second, it worked.

I was standing.

A small smile started to form on my lips.

“See? I’m-”

The world tilted.

It was sudden.

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My knees gave out without warning, and the floor rushed up too fast.

But I didn’t fall.

His arms were there to catch me.

Wrapping around my waist, pulling me against him with an ease that made my heart race.

I let out a small, nervous laugh.

“Okay,” I admitted quietly. “Maybe I still need a little help.”

“A little?” he repeated, a hint of irony in his voice.

I looked up at him.

“Don’t get cocky.”

“I never do.”

Liar.

I could see it in the corner of his mouth.

I rested my hand against his chest to steady myself, feeling the strength of his body beneath my fingers.

But then something changed.

I frowned.

“yyait.”

He went still.

“What is it?”

I didn’t answer right away.

My hand was still on his chest.

Feeling.

Something was wrong.

Not wrong.

Different.

I pressed my fingers more carefully, focusing on the sensation beneath my palm.

Beats.

Slow.

Steady.

But… human,

My breath caught.

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“Átila…”

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He didn’t move.

“Your heart…”

He swallowed.

“What about it?”

I shook my head slightly, trying to understand.

“I can feel it.”

“What?”

“You.”

The silence between us turned heavy.

I could feel every beat beneath my hand.

But it wasn’t just the physical rhythm.

It was deeper.

More intimate.

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It was like something inside me was connected to it. Like my own body recognized his on a level that didn’t make sense.

“This is strange,” I whispered.

He didn’t answer.

He just watched me.

I closed my eyes for a second, trying to organize the chaos inside my head.

And that was when I felt it.

Pain.

Not mine.

His.

My eyes snapped open.

My hand tightened on his chest without thinking,

“Why does it hurt?”

He frowned.

“What?”

“Your heart,” I said. “It hurts.”

He went silent.

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Too silent.

That was answer enough.

My stomach tightened.

“Átila…”

“I’m fine,” he said quickly.

I let out a humorless laugh.

“You always say that.”

“Because it’s true.”

“No,” I said softly. “You say it because you think it’s your responsibility to carry everything alone.”

He opened his mouth, but said nothing.

I kept looking at him.

Studying his face.

The subtle changes I hadn’t noticed before.

He looked… more vulnerable.

My hand was still on his chest.

Feeling.

Counting.

Understanding.

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Before, his heart wasn’t something I could perceive like this. It existed, yes, but it was different. Stronger. More stable. More… eternal. Now, beneath my palm, there was a fragility that terrified me more than any memory of fire ever could.

I lifted my eyes slowly.

He was already watching me.

His thumb slid to my waist, holding me carefully, like he was still afraid/1 might disappear if he let

I swallowed hard.

I took a deep breath, trying to organize the thoughts crashing inside my mind, trying to ignore the fear growing slowly and inevitably.

My hand pressed more firmly against his chest.

His heart answered.