Taboo Romance

Chapter 2: Do Werewolves Get Sick Too?

As Mirelia walked away, Droevir's voice called out from behind her, "If we're breaking up, don't come back asking to get back together. I wouldn't want my new girlfriend to get the wrong idea."

As soon as Droevir finished speaking, his friends in the room burst out laughing. Some even started placing bets on how many days Mirelia would be broken up this time.

It wasn't surprising they thought that way. As Droevir's close friends, they had witnessed his six-year relationship with Mirelia.

They were well aware of how deeply Mirelia was attached to Droevir, understanding that their breakups were nothing more than empty words. Mirelia would simply take a temporary break from home for a few days, and once she calmed down, she would return to her own.

But as she listened to the mocking voices behind her, Mirelia stopped, then turned back, walking straight up to Droevir.

Everyone thought she was about to set a new record for the quickest reconciliation after a fight. But to their shock, Mirelia picked up a large glass of whiskey from the table and poured it over Droevir's head.

Droevir closed his eyes slightly, letting the entire glass of whiskey splash across his face, then drip down his chin and onto the expensive, handwoven carpet.

Everyone was shocked as they watched the scene unfold. They had never expected Mirelia, who had always been as gentle as a little rabbit, to have this side to her.

"This was crude and unladylike, but it's what you deserve,"Mirelia said." Saying the word 'breakup' isn't difficult. If you didn't love me, you should have told me earlier, instead of dating me while searching for your so-called 'true love.'"

Mirelia couldn't understand what Droevir had been doing these past six years. He didn't have some unforgettable ex-girlfriend, nor did he pine over a crush. Yet somehow, he was so certain that there was someone out there who was his"destined one."

Clearly, that person wasn't her.

She had lost before even meeting this person, and that felt deeply ironic to Mirelia.

Casually tossing the empty glass at Droevir, Mirelia turned and strode away. This time, she didn't look back.

Droevir easily caught the glass that had been aimed at his head. He didn't bother wiping the alcohol from his face, he just looked at Mirelia's back with deep eyes, lost in thought.

Vantro, with some concern, urged,"Droevir, you should go after her and smooth things over. Don't you know her by now? Just say something to show a bit of weakness, and she'll definitely forgive you"

Droevir, listening to Vantro's advice, merely shrugged." Why should I try to win her back? She's not my "destined one". It is just a casual relationship. If it is over, I'll just find a new girlfriend."

Vantro didn't agree with Droevir's thinking." Everyone knows Mirelia loves you, and it's not like you have no feelings for her. Otherwise, you wouldn't have stayed with her for so many years. Why won't you admit it? Is genetic destiny really more important to you than your own feelings?"

Colton, who was betting on his new sports car that Mirelia would come back in three days to reconcile, overheard the conversation and turned to Vantro with a mocking smile.

"You've been living among humans for too long. Have you forgotten you're a werewolf? We trust our instincts and the marks left on our DNA by our ancestors."

"You just haven't met your fated mate yet. When you do, you'll see that it's the real deal, the love that lasts forever. Those other girls you've been with? You were just into their looks, maybe their bodies. That wasn't love."

But Vantro wasn't about to back down. Pointing at Droevir, he said, "He's like me. He hasn't met his fated mate yet, and he's never felt this so-called true love you're all talking about."

"His idea of a 'fated mate' is just based on what you all have described. And now he's ready to throw away the love he has, just because of some irresistible 'love' he's heard about? Isn't that ridiculous?"

Colton paused, thinking back to his high school days when he dated the head cheerleader. If someone had told him back then that it wasn't real love, and he had to break up, he would've punched them to set them straight.

Thinking about it, it was odd that Droevir, who hadn't met his fated mate, was so sure he'd fall head over heels in love with her.

As everyone stared at him, Droevir tossed aside the towel he had used to wipe off the whiskey and said,"I've got this feeling, like a love that's trying to burst out from deep inside me, but it's blocked by some invisible wall. It makes me restless, and there's nothing I can do about it."

The other werewolves in the room, those who had partners, exchanged glances. Droevir's description sounded like what they felt when they met their fated mates, but they'd never experienced this kind of blocked love.

After a brief silence, Colton suggested,"I've never heard of anything like this. Maybe you should ask the seer? You might be sick or something."