His Breeding Obsession Chapter 166 - Jealousy

After redirecting the group to a different path, Mirania cautiously moved in the direction the falcon had indicated.

 

Soon, she spotted the two figures the falcon had mentioned—a man and a woman.

 

“Oh my, if you keep joking like that, I won’t know what to do.”

 

A woman’s high-pitched laughter rang out. She was dressed in tight-fitting clothes, her figure slender and sensual.

 

With every step of her long legs, the hem of her skirt swayed, teasing glimpses of her alluring legs.

 

Beside her stood a man, towering over her by a head, with broad, solid shoulders. His well-built frame made even his casually draped clothes look stylish.

 

The woman subtly twisted her body and wrapped her pale arm around the man’s. Her smooth skin glistened with a few scales.

 

The snake the falcon had mentioned must be referring to this woman.

 

But what caught Mirania’s attention wasn’t the woman’s identity.

 

“Coming out with you like this, High Lord, makes my heart flutter like a young girl’s.”

 

The woman’s enchanting voice carried on the wind, reaching Mirania’s ears.

 

Grecan tilted his head and whispered something into the snake woman’s ear. Mirania was stunned.

 

“What?”

 

The distance between the two was so close that Mirania couldn’t risk creating a breeze to eavesdrop, fearing Grecan might notice.

 

But their posture and atmosphere were so intimate that it wouldn’t have been surprising if they had kissed—or even gone further.

 

‘Didn’t he say he was going to capture the resistance leader?’

 

So why was he on a date with a woman?

 

There was only one explanation, Grecan had lied. Mirania felt a surprising level of disappointment.

 

This was the same Grecan who had acted as if the world would fall apart if they were apart.

 

Just yesterday, he had left after saying things that stirred her heart, and now here he was, with a woman.

 

The way he allowed her close proximity made it clear to anyone watching that this was a romantic date.

 

Mirania’s eyes turned cold.

 

‘There’s no need to overreact.’

 

It was natural for young men and women to meet, and perhaps Grecan had used a different excuse because admitting he was meeting a woman was embarrassing.

 

After all, he had once earnestly begged her to become his bride, so it was understandable if he felt awkward about having a change of heart.

 

Therefore, this little white lie was something she could easily overlook.

 

But why was her heart boiling like this, and why couldn’t she shake off this feeling of disappointment?  

 

[I thought my heart would burst. Do you not have a lover, Great Witch? You probably don’t. If you did, you wouldn’t have such dry eyes.]  

 

[If the person you thought you’d spend your whole life with ends up with someone else—especially a man you thought would have no one but you—it makes you truly hate the world.]  

 

Mirania erased the Empress’s desperate voice from her mind.  

 

‘Why am I remembering the Empress’s words now?’  

 

There was no need to overthink it. The cause of her disappointment was clear.  

 

Grecan had confused her, made her overthink, and given her headaches with all his words, but in the end, his feelings were fickle enough to change so easily.  

 

That’s why she felt so hollow.  

 

It wasn’t strange.  

 

Even Malandor would whisper sweet words to one woman one day and then charm another the next.  

 

Love could make all sorts of miracles possible, but there were also plenty of men who scattered their affections carelessly.  

 

Mirania didn’t let on that she knew and turned away, returning to the group and heading back to the school. Her mood showed no signs of improving.  

 

“Witch, aren’t you going to have dinner?”  

 

“I’ve lost my appetite.”  

 

Claiming exhaustion, Mirania went to bed, calm—calm enough to describe her state as settled. She thought about Grecan, whom she had seen earlier that day. 

 

As time passed, the hollowness and disappointment she had felt earlier had eased considerably.  

 

Having seen Leverianz and Malandor’s playboy antics so often, she thought it wasn’t strange, but a sense of emptiness still weighed heavily in the depths of her heart.  

 

‘It’s definitely a strange feeling.’  

 

Unable to fall asleep easily, she tossed and turned.  

 

The bed, with its new sheets that Grecan had somehow procured, was no longer rough but soft. 

 

Yet, tonight, even that softness did little to help her sleep.  

 

‘She could be the leader of the beast folk in the imperial palace.’  

 

The possibility that it wasn’t a date crossed her mind belatedly. 

 

But if Grecan had truly connected with someone…  

 

Mirania’s expression grew complex again at the thought. If someone new became Grecan’s anchor, she wouldn’t have to worry anymore, and there would be no more awkward or troublesome situations for her.  

 

Mirania turned to the other side and tightly closed her eyes.  

 

‘This is what I’ve been hoping for, so why do I feel so unsettled?’  

 

After tossing and turning for a while longer, she finally managed to fall asleep only after everyone else had finished dinner and gone to bed.

 

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The leader of the snake tribe, Adratilan, had moved her residence to the imperial palace but didn’t spend much time there.  

 

Having lived coiled up in the swamps, she rushed back to the palace like the wind upon receiving Hakan’s message that the High Lord was summoning her.  

 

Unlike Hakan or other beast folk leaders, Adratilan didn’t seek glory or wealth.  

 

What she desired was raw power—a strong male.  

 

In that sense, Grecan, hailed as a near-divine absolute power in the world, was an irresistible man to her.  

 

As a master tracker, she used her keen sense of smell to follow the trail of the resistance leader while generously spraying pheromones around Grecan.  

 

“They say the resistance leader is a human with exceptional magical abilities. It seems they’ve been using concealment magic to avoid being tracked.”  

 

Adratilan wrinkled her sleek nose and pressed closer to Grecan. Her claim that she needed to stay close to him to feel secure and focus on tracking due to her poor eyesight had been accepted.  

 

Even as she rubbed against him, Grecan remained still and spoke.  

 

“So, you’re saying we can’t track them anymore?”  

 

“Unfortunately, I can’t detect a similar scent anymore. But if we go back and start over, we might have better luck, High Lord.”  

 

Adratilan twisted her body and let out an enchanting voice.  

 

The pheromones of the snake tribe had a different kind of allure compared to the bat tribe’s seduction. She was proud of her pheromones and confident in her abilities.  

 

‘I can bring even the most stoic man to his knees.’  

 

Hoping that the rigid Grecan would be swept away by the passion her pheromones could incite, she flashed a sensual smile—only to meet his pitch-black eyes.  

 

Eyes as deep and dark as an unfathomable abyss. She froze. Her body trembled uncontrollably, driven by the instinct of prey facing a predator.  

 

“So, you’ve failed. Step aside.”  

 

“High Lord?”  

 

“Step aside.”  

 

Feeling a chill, Adratilan quickly unwrapped her arms from his solid forearm.  

 

Grecan brushed off the area she had clung to and shot her a dry, indifferent look.  

 

“If you cling to me like that one more time, I’ll make sure your head and tail never meet again.”  

 

It was a threat delivered in a flat tone, sending a shiver down her spine.  

 

Adratilan stiffened completely as Grecan walked past her, still frowning at the lingering fishy smell she left behind.  

 

The pungent scent she had been emitting had been bothering him for a while now. His nose felt overwhelmed by the smell, and his mood grew increasingly sour.

 

I want to bury myself in Mirania’s embrace and breathe in her refreshing scent to my heart’s content.  

 

‘I need to hurry back.’  

 

Though Mirania probably wouldn’t want that. The thought left a bitter taste in his mouth.  

 

The dull ache in his chest felt like greedy ants gnawing away at his will.  

 

Even his desperate longing to see her had dulled somewhat. 

 

But Grecan knew, from countless experiences, that this feeling would flip again before long. She probably wouldn’t even wonder where he was.  

 

[I told him it’s not much different from his relationship with me, just longer.]  

 

‘Mirania is truly too dense and indifferent.’  

 

A bittersweet yet happy smile formed on his lips.  

 

‘But that’s exactly why I love you so much. Even this pain is sweet because it’s from you. Everything you give me, I cherish.’  

 

It wasn’t that he wasn’t hurt by her rejection and indifference. It was just that the happiness of being by her side, of having her near, overshadowed the pain.

  

Human desire knows no bounds, they say.  

 

When she wouldn’t meet him, he wished she would. When she did, he wished for a kiss. When they kissed, he wanted more—and more, and more.  

 

Endless desire is human nature and the driving force behind it.  

 

Was it because he was a beast folk?  

 

Even when his greed flared, the mere fact that she was by his side filled his heart to the brim.  

 

Grecan could feel the boiling anger in his chest cooling like hardened lava. The thought of her saying their relationship was no different from Donnie’s was a fuse that ignited his rage every time.  

 

He couldn’t even vent his frustration, fearing she might find out and get angry with him again, so his heart raged like a storm.  

 

Yet, just thinking of Mirania tamed the monster within him as if by magic.  

 

The mere thought of seeing her calmed the turbulence in his heart, like scooping out a basin of water from a full barrel.  

 

All that remained in the emptied barrel was a single longing.  

 

‘There’s nothing I can do about this feeling.’  

 

Grecan’s wry smile felt as if he had shaken off all the burdens in his heart.  

 

This path led to her. And that fact alone made him happy.