Trapped In A Novel As The Breeding Mate For Four Powerful Alphas Chapter 82: Why couldn’t I remember any of my memories growi

I was able to drag my body back ho, but even as I walked back ho, the things around did not stop taunting .

I saw Min-Cheol’s face in so actions that reminded of Jin-Yeok and things that were similar to Ki-hoon. I saw a bunch of them, but I tried to ignore them.

At least... Till I got ho.

But... As soon as I shut my door, the book in my hand fell and I crashed to my knees, screaming at the top of my lungs as tears rained down my eyes.

I clutched my arms as I scread, hoping that this would at least take away the heaviness I was feeling in my heart.

The pain that was crushing .

I felt lost. So lost that I didn’t know what to do or where to go.

The neighbors banged on the wall, yelling for to keep it down, but I couldn’t help it. I felt like screaming a lot more, but I knew if I continued like that, they would bang on my door next, and when that happened... The police would co.

It wasn’t normal for a grown man to suddenly start yelling in pain as he wept.

So, I bit my lip, digging my teeth deep as I muffled my cries and clutched onto my arms.

It felt like the more I poured out my pain through my tears, the harder it was to contain them.

But these questions kept taunting as I cried.

Why was I in pain? What did I do to deserve this? Did I commit so sort of cri? Why was I living like this?

Why did I have to suffer like this?

It didn’t make sense to because I had briefly lived in that world, simply waiting to return to mine. So, what was this attachnt that was tearing at my insides?

What?

I don’t deserve this. I honestly don’t.

And so, that was how I spent two hours struggling and crying in pain.

I don’t understand it either, but I bet it had to do with the concept of my soul being foreign to this world.

In my understanding, the feelings I never thought I had had a strong grip on my soul, so being away was making it more obvious that I had grown attached to them.

They say absence makes the heart fonder and the soul yonder.

The more I tried to deny or even forget the feelings as well as the mories they carried, the more my heart and soul suffered.

I sat next to my bed, my eyes bloodshot and dark, and my face pale. My throat and lips were dry as I had exhausted my saliva, crying.

I looked like soone who had no life in them. What do I do now?

The teeth marks on my lips were very visible. It was to the point that it looked like I had been trying to intentionally dig my teeth into my lips in order to bite them off.

It hurts.

Not just my lips... Everything.

And I still wondered. Was a week’s worth of spending ti there with those Alphas enough to make fall into such a state?

Or was there sothing else?

It was as if my soul was deeply attached to them. As if it belonged there.

’This world does not recognize your soul.’ The words of the shaman replayed in my head, and I dropped my head.

If the world did not recognize my soul even till now, if it was doing all it could to push away, then did it an that I really wasn’t a part of this world?

How?

The more I thought about it, the more evident it was that I wasn’t where I was ant to be.

But why?

I was very sure I had lived in this world all my life before going into the world of the book.

In any case, the life I lived in that book was just a dream, I believe it now. My soul had actually gone into the book at the mont I was unconscious. The mont it felt like I had died.

How I got there, I have no idea, but that doesn’t explain why my soul was suddenly different now.

It didn’t explain anything clearly at all.

It’s as if soone is trying to tell that the life I’ve lived thus far wasn’t my life at all and my life was in that damn book.

Why? How? Soone, explain it to . Why does my soul belong to that book? What sort of joke is the world playing on ?

A mont of silence followed my question, and I sighed. It wasn’t like I would get the answer mid-air.

There was only one person who might be able to answer my question, and it was the shaman.

But I was stubborn. I did not want to give up this life I had so hard to cultivate. This life that had all of my mor-- Wait!

My eyes began to tremble as I scratched my head, trying to bring back what I had forgotten.

Why... Why couldn’t I rember any of my mories growing up?

This was strange. Very strange. I suddenly couldn’t rember anything. I couldn’t rember my family or even the na of the school I studied at.

I couldn’t even rember the face of my friend who gave the book.

The only thing I rember is that I had gotten a book from them in my first year of college.

I did go to college, right?

Doubt crept into my mind.

The mory was suddenly blurring in my head as if it had never happened, and I had actually just imagined reading the book.

No way! No way! I was sure of it. I was sure there was a book titled ’Bruised’.

I began to check my bookshelves frantically. I should still have a copy sowhere. I rember seeing a copy of it, but I don’t rember when.

I don’t throw books away, so it should definitely be there.

After searching for hours and scattering all my books on the floor in a desperate attempt to search for that one book, I failed. I did try to find it.

"This only ans it’s not here, right?" I tried to be optimistic and picked up my phone with trembling hands to search the Internet.

Even if I didn’t have it in hard copy, it should still be available in soft copy. But when I searched for the book on the Internet, I did not find it.

There were similar titles, but there was never one that had an Oga with four Alphas.

I even went to the group that booktokers like , anonymously drop ssages, and asked if anyone rembered the book about an Oga with four Alphas.

’So, it’s a dark romance. Ogaverse, where four powerful Alphas bought one Oga to make him carry their children. Ogas with a High breeding rate were rare, I guess. Anyway, I believe the main character’s na is Hwang Jo-Pil. Has anyone heard of it?’

I posted the post and waited anxiously for a response, biting my thumb and continuously shaking my legs before finally getting the first comnt.

’There’s a book like that?’