The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 11

Chapter 11: No One Harms the Lycan King's Wife

The assassin swallowed hard, his left hand clutching his bleeding stump as he staggered backward.

Primrose had heard countless stories about Edmund, tales of a ruthless king who crushed his enemies without mercy. Legends of how he had slaughtered his rivals, paving his way to the throne with their blood.

The King of Beasts.

That title was not just an honorific. It was proof. Proof that he was the strongest among them all.

For years, beasts from various tribes had challenged him, seeking to claim his throne. Yet not a single one had ever managed to lay a finger on him.

After countless failed attempts to overthrow him, the challengers had finally learned their place. No one dared to rise against him anymore and they had no choice but to bow.

Yet, despite all the terrifying stories surrounding him, this was the first time Primrose had ever witnessed Edmund using his power to truly intimidate someone.

And yet ... how was she supposed to fear him when his thoughts were so ... unexpected?

He was similar to a guilty puppy that had just knocked over its owner's favorite cup and was now panicking, terrified of being scolded and abandoned.

[She must be terrified.]

[If I kill this bastard right in front of her, will she be even more afraid of me?]

[But she's still trembling. I don't want anyone else touching her.]

[What do I do? What do I do?]

Edmund turned to her, murmuring, "Close your eyes."

Primrose blinked, her lashes damp with tears. "W-What?"

"Close your eyes," he repeated, this time firmer. "I don't want you to see this."

Well, sure.

She didn't have the joy of looking at someone being killed.

As Primrose closed her eyes, Edmund approached the assassin, dragging his sword across the floor as if warning him that his death was drawing near.

"Y-Your Majesty, please! I only did this for you! You don't need a weak human—"

Crack.

The assassin's words were cut short as Edmund appeared before him in an instant, his clawed hand wrapped around the man's neck.

"No one gets to decide what I need," Edmund said coldly. Then, without hesitation, he hurled the man across the room, sending him crashing into the wall.

A sharp hiss of pain escaped the assassin's lips as he felt something crack in his back.

"You dare to ruin my wife's sleep?" Edmund's voice was low, dangerous.

Before the assassin could respond, cold steel pierced his shoulder.

He let out a strangled cry as Edmund's sword drove deep into his flesh, pinning him in place.

"You want to kill my wife?"

With a disgusted expression, Edmund reached forward and ripped off the assassin's mask. His icy-blue eyes darkened as he took in the man's face.

"I entrusted you with guarding the Queen's chamber," he spat. "And this is how you repay me? By plotting to kill her?"

Even with her eyes tightly shut, Primrose could hear everything.

So that's why no one had come to help her.

The very person who was supposed to protect her had been the one who wanted her dead.

"Y-Your Majesty, please have mercy!" the assassin pleaded desperately. "I'll do anything, anything for you, My Lord!"

Edmund didn't even blink. His expression was devoid of emotion, his icy-blue eyes colder than death itself. "I don't give second chances to those who dare harm my wife."

The assassin barely had time to react before Edmund moved.

In one swift motion, he pulled his sword free from the man's shoulder, blood spraying across the floor. The assassin gasped, his body trembling violently, but he couldn't even clutch his wound before the blade cut through his flesh and bone.

For a moment, time seemed to stand still.

Then—THUD.

The assassin's head hit the floor, rolling a short distance before stopping near the remnants of the shattered vase. His lifeless eyes remained wide open, as if he hadn't even realized he was dead.

His body slumped forward a second later, blood pooling rapidly beneath it, staining the marble floor.

Edmund let out a harsh sigh, flicking his sword to rid the blood before putting it in its scabbard.

"Your Majesty ... can I open my eyes now?" Primrose asked hesitantly

The room was silent, too silent. She could no longer hear the assassin's voice, which could only mean one thing.

Edmund had killed him.

The thick scent of blood filled her lungs, making her stomach churn. Judging by the overwhelming stench, the assassin hadn't died peacefully.

Good.

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