Trapped In A Novel As The Breeding Mate For Four Powerful Alphas-Chapter 95: ...there are more ways to get a cure besides drugs

It was bold of me. Very bold of me to mention the drugs, but I couldn’t stay quiet and do nothing about it.

Even if we get to minimize his cravings for blood and killing, if he continued taking those drugs, then it would eventually make him go crazy, and so many people, including the innocent, AKA me, would die.

I don’t care how I was going to do it, but I would make up some sort of explanation to get him to stop taking those drugs.

"Jo-Pil," he called.

But first, I’d have to make up an excuse as to how I knew he was taking drugs.

"There are signs of you taking drugs, master. And it’s causing the sparkle in your eyes to go dim." I said. It was the truth. "I like your eyes so much, master," I said with a soft tone and a soft expression. "So much that I got so angry that there was something that wanted to destroy the sparkles in your eyes. Did I act out of place?"

Jin-Yeok simply stared at my face, and I stared back at him, trying to figure out if there was any doubt in him, but there was none.

He simply... Looked guilty.

"Is it something that you can’t live without?" I asked, feigning ignorance. "Is it something that supports your life? Are you terminally ill?"

"No, Jo-Pil. I’m not terminally ill," he said, and I breathed out a sigh of relief.

"In that case, you’ll be able to stop it, right? I feel it will ruin you."

In more ways than you can imagine, too.

"I don’t think I can do that," He said.

Okay, now this will be difficult.

"Is there a reason?" I asked.

I feel like I came on too strong with that ’favor’. Should I go softly? It might melt his heart if I talk like a gentle flower.

"Master, I’m worried about you." I said. "I don’t know what it is, but I think it’s dangerous. Please don’t risk your life because of an addiction."

Jin-Yeok had no words to say. He looked away, pursing his lips as guilt ate at him.

"You know, there are more ways to get a cure besides drugs or medication," I said to him, hoping to get his attention, but he still kept his gaze away from mine. "I once read in a book about a crazy man."

I hoped to bait him with this story and get him to ’open up’ to me more.

"He was a man who had gone through a very traumatic experience growing up, and that trauma was restricting him from going forward in life." As I told this story, I caressed his face, tracing my fingers through his hair, to his ear and to his neck.

I was just playing around and hoping this action would ease him a bit since he seemed tense and nothing more. But from afar, one might misunderstand my action as a hint to do ’things’. Haha, I can’t even laugh out loud even when it seemed funny.

"And then, he found a solution. It wasn’t a permanent solution, but it was one that could help him have a normal life for the time being. And do you know what the solution was?"

"A drug," Jin-Yeok answered like he had read the same story, and I nodded.

"Exactly," I answered. "Hm, have you read about it before?"

"No," He answered, still keeping his gaze away from mine. "It felt so obvious at this point."

Yeah, since I was asking him to stop taking drugs, he must’ve guessed this story was about a man who was on drugs similar to his.

"The drugs allowed him to split his personality, and between those split personalities, only one of them remembered that traumatic experience." I continued. "And that personality only woke up at night, suffering from nightmares, while his normal personality was able to do any and everything during the day. It was good at first, and he was able to start moving forward, but after a few years, he started to notice the side effects."

Jin-Yeok must’ve been taking the drugs for a long time now, so the side effects were bound to catch up with him.

"There’s no such thing as a perfect solution in this world." I said, brushing his hair softly.

Oh my, I was feeling like a parent who was telling their child a bedtime story that had to do with the consequences of the bad things in life.

Was it a nice feeling? I don’t know.

I was suddenly reminded of the fact that I, Jo-Pil, had given birth four times.

I don’t remember the pain that much, and I don’t even remember what the babies looked like, but I do remember the sensation I felt when the babies were still in my belly, kicking and moving around.

It was a strange feeling. Very strange.

But the more my heart warmed up for the babies in my belly, the more I hated them. They didn’t deserve the hate, but I knew it wasn’t my place to love the kids or feel affection for them because at the end of the day, they weren’t mine.

The reason I didn’t remember the faces of the children was that I never saw their faces to begin with. And as for the pain... I don’t know about that. I don’t know why I forgot it either.

But thinking about this made me feel so uncomfortable, and my heart ached. Knowing it was me all along made it even worse.

I pursed my lips, pausing the story as I took a moment to calm my nerves from the strong and gripping emotion that was causing my heart to feel heavy.

"Jo-Pil," I heard Jin-Yeok’s voice and felt his gloved hands caress my cheeks.

I looked at him, and it was at that moment that I realized... I was crying.

There were tears slowly rolling down my cheeks, and my expression was twisted in unbearable pain.

Emotions that I didn’t know would wreck my composure were getting the best out of me and causing me to cry like a child right in front of Jin-Yeok.

"What’s wrong? Do you feel pain anywhere?" Jin-Yeok asked, staring at me with worried eyes, but I shook my head, muffling my cries.

I couldn’t open my mouth to speak as I was scared that the moment I opened my mouth to speak, I would start crying out loud like a baby.