Beta's Unwanted Wife And The Curse

Chapter 57

But in the wake of that moment, a sudden stillness fell upon us, shattered only by the realization that Niya's struggle had cost her consciousness.

"N-Niya, are you alright?" I stammered, my voice tinged with concern. Panic surged within me once more, driving me to act swiftly.

"No! Niya, stay with me!" I cried out, my voice laced with desperation.

With every ounce of strength I possessed, I cradled her limp body against my chest, her head resting on my shoulder, and began to swim towards the distant shore.

The weight of her unconsciousness bore down on me, but I refused to falter. Each stroke propelled us forward, every breath a testament to my determination to bring her back to safety.

The waves crashed around us, seemingly aware of the urgency of our situation, as if the sea itself conspired to aid us in our quest.

Finally, with a surge of relief and exhaustion, my feet found solid ground as we reached the shallows.

I stumbled through the water, never once releasing my grip on Niya, and emerged onto the sandy shore. Collapsing onto my knees, I cradled her in my arms, her body still and unresponsive.

Fear clenched at my heart as I pressed my ear against her chest, desperately seeking the sound of a heartbeat.

Time seemed to stretch into an eternity as I waited, my own pulse thundering in my ears. And then, finally, a faint rhythm resonated beneath my ear, a fragile reminder of life's delicate thread.

Relief washed over me, mingling with an overwhelming gratitude that she was still with me.

Trembling, I rose to my feet, holding her close and began to make my way up the sandy shore, my muscles aching with the strain of the swim.

I just realized the fragility of life and the importance of every breath we take.

Step by step, I navigated the uneven terrain, my determination fueling my every movement.

The sand clung to my tired legs, making each stride feel like an uphill battle. But I refused to falter.

I couldn't let fatigue or doubt seep into my mind, not when Niya's well-being hung in the balance.

The distant symphony of crashing waves and the haunting cries of seagulls gradually receded, blending into the hushed backdrop, while my unwavering determination fixated solely on reaching help.

My mind sprinted through a chaotic maze, racing with thoughts that explored every conceivable outcome, each prayer fervently whispered for Niya's rapid restoration.

The mere notion of losing her was an unbearable weight upon my soul. I couldn't bear the thought, not after witnessing the depth of her spirit and the beauty that resided within her.

As the sun embarked upon its majestic ascent, its golden rays painted elongated shadows upon the shoreline, intertwining with my solemn footsteps as I walked, carrying Niya's unconscious body in my arms.

The weight of her limp form pressed against me, a constant reminder of the struggle she had endured.

I needed to find help, a place where I could tend to her wounds and help her regain her strength.

As I trudged along the sandy beach, my eyes scanned the horizon, searching for any signs of civilization.

My heart leaped with a mixture of relief and hope when I spotted a small, weathered cabin nestled amidst a cluster of trees.

It appeared abandoned, its windows cracked and overgrown with ivy. Yet, there was an air of mystery and possibility that drew me closer.

A glimmer of hope stirred within me as I hurried towards the cabin, praying that it held something that could assist in Niya's healing.