Nanny and the Alpha Daddy

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.

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

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

it was just in my head at first, but when I suddenly froze and felt it for a

heart start to beat

I stammered, looking down earnestly at his pale

answer. Shakily, I leaned back down and placed my

to lose hope; maybe I really was just imagining

“Moana, I don’t—”

I shushed my wolf and pressed my ear harder into Edrick’s chest. My

another

again, and pressed my hands into his chest once more. This time, I focused my healing energy with even more passion and squeezed my eyes shut as I felt the tingling sensation take over my

I wanted to see again. His smile, his laugh, the feeling of his warm arms around me. His face, red with embarrassment when the kids teased his artwork. The way that his chest rose and fell as I laid my head on it at

felt my power surge. I almost felt sick from

“M-Moana…”

but I could see it now; I could see the

too much. I needed to get him to a point where I could transport him,

me from using this much energy to heal him, I pushed a little

though. I feared

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

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