His Nanny Mate By Eve Above Story

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.

cried. I threw my arms around him and fell onto him, sobbing hysterically and

fated mate was dead. There

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

can’t,” Mina replied. “You already made the choice to stay in the real world. There’s no

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

head at first, but when I suddenly froze and felt it for a second

Edrick’s heart start to beat

looking down earnestly at his pale face. “A-Are

back down and placed my ear

hope; maybe I really was just imagining it, or

“Moana, I don’t—”

I shushed my wolf and pressed my

it was: another heartbeat. Edrick

and pressed my hands into his chest once more. This time, I focused my healing energy with even more passion and

everything that I loved about Edrick… Everything that I wanted to see again. His smile, his laugh, the feeling

felt my power surge. I almost

“M-Moana…”

low voice startled me. My eyes shot open, red with tears. He still looked asleep, but I could see it now; I could see the color returning to his face. I could see

much. I needed to get him to a point where I could transport him, and then I would

the weakness and nausea that took over me from using this much energy to heal him, I pushed

I feared that it would

cupping his face in my hands, “I’m going to take you back to the mansion on my

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