The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 395

Chapter 395: The Curse of Eternal Love

Primrose often wondered why Leofric was so against the idea of letting Lorelle fall in love with him.

Sure, he was immortal and she was mortal, but even if he didn’t want to mark her as his mate, couldn’t he at least let her spend her life happily by his side?

He might suffer in the end, but if he truly loved her, shouldn’t he do everything he could to make the woman he loved happy until the day she died of old age?

Primrose knew not every man was like her husband, someone who, despite being afraid of losing his wife, still chose to make her smile every day.

But still ... at the very least, Leofric could try not to irritate Lorelle every single damn time. Maybe he could even love her properly, especially now that he knew her days were limited.

Primrose had always wondered about that, until today, when she finally found the answer.

She stood quietly in front of the door, knowing that Leofric must have sensed her presence.

"I don’t understand," Lorelle’s voice trembled slightly. "Are you saying my love is a curse?"

Leofric let out a frustrated groan. "No! It’s not you—it’s me!" he shouted. "It’s my curse! Every woman who loves me is doomed to die. That’s why I—"

He stopped mid-sentence and clicked his tongue, clearly angry at himself. "—that’s why I made us sworn siblings on purpose. But why ... why do you keep falling for me again and again? I’m not even a good man to begin with, for god’s sake, Lorelle!"

He sounded so desperate, and it seemed like what he said wasn’t an exaggeration, but it was the truth.

Maybe that was the reason why Leofric tried so hard not to give in to a love that would only bring a curse.

"But even though I know it’s a curse, that I need to stay away from you, I can’t," Leofric said. "Every time I try to walk away, something bad always happens to you. Whether I’m with you or I leave you, the result is always the same. As long as you still have love for me in your heart, your fate will always be tied to death. So please ... Lorelle, forget everything about me, so you can live as long as you wish."

The silence filled the room, and Primrose couldn’t hear anything until Lorelle finally spoke.

"If love could choose the person it falls for," she began softly, "then I would never have chosen you. But, Leofric ... love isn’t something anyone can control. It’s not something that can be explained or reasoned with."

Her voice shook, but she kept going. "You can call it foolish, or even a curse, but to me, it’s still love, and no matter how painful it is, I’d rather love you and suffer than live a life where I never knew what it felt like."

Primrose let out a soft sigh, thinking that in the end, love always had the power to make people lose their logic and fail to make the right decisions.

Before this, Lorelle had promised that she would leave Leofric for good once she was completely healed. But now that Primrose heard her words, she knew that was something impossible.

Maybe that was also why Lorelle chose to die rather than continue living in someone else’s body, trapped in feelings she could never erase.

What a pathetic kind of love, but what could Primrose say?

After all, hadn’t she also loved Edmund in the past, even when he treated her coldly?

Just as Lorelle said, love couldn’t be controlled. People could fall in love with anyone, and even if the ending wasn’t a happy one, that feeling itself could never be blamed.

She knew that Lorelle’s feelings weren’t something that could simply fade with time. No matter how much pain it caused, love had already rooted itself deep inside her heart, refusing to let go.

"I heard Naveer is good at handling people’s souls," Lorelle said again. "What if ... instead of transferring me into a mortal body, you move me into something that can’t die naturally?"

"What do you mean by that?" Leofric asked, his voice low and cautious.

Lorelle’s tone dropped even further, almost desperate. "Move my soul into an object. I don’t know, maybe a mannequin or something ...."

Leofric’s eyes widened in disbelief. "Lorelle, that’s not living. That’s imprisonment."

"I know," she whispered. "But at least that way, I won’t die, and you won’t have to watch it happen."

Leofric’s expression hardened, his voice filled with pain. "You think I’d rather see you turned into something that can’t feel, can’t breathe, can’t smile?" He asked desperately. "That’s worse than death, Lorelle. You’d just be trapped in silence, forever aware but never truly alive."

"Then what are you suggesting I do?" Lorelle asked, her voice trembling, just as desperate as his. "Even if you move me into a new body, as long as I still love you, won’t the curse remain?"

Primrose still couldn’t fully understand how Leofric had ended up with such a curse or how many women he had watched die because they loved him.

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