The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 156

Chapter 156: A Small Price

It took a few moments for the Marchioness to process Primrose’s words.

The name hung in the air like a ghost from the past, and for a few seconds, Raven simply froze in her place.

She hadn’t expected to hear that name again. Not after all these years.

Finally, her lips parted and she whispered, "Salem?"

"Maybe you knew him by another name," Primrose said, shrugging slightly. "He once mentioned that he used a few aliases, but—"

"I know Salem," Raven cut her off. "He goes by many names, but ... Salem is his real one."

Primrose tilted her head slightly. All this time, she thought Salem was just another alias.

He had always kept his identity hidden, even in his own thoughts, he never revealed who he really was.

"Is he with you now, Your Majesty?" Raven asked.

For the first time, Primrose saw a flicker of emotion in her eyes, a trace of sorrow.

She had looked so calm and nonchalant when her husband hurt her.

But the moment she heard her old friend’s name, the grief buried in her heart began to rise, knocking gently on the locked door of her soul.

Were they really that close?

"He’s working with me now," Primrose explained gently. "He came with me to this city ... but he didn’t want to come to your home."

"Why?"

Primrose tried to find the right words, something that wouldn’t hurt too much.

But in the end, there was no perfect way to say it.

"He doesn’t want to see you ... at least not right now," she said softly.

Raven swallowed hard and turned away, her back now facing Primrose.

But even then, Primrose could still hear her painful and sad thoughts.

[I was the one who asked him not to interfere in my marriage. He only did what I told him to do.]

[No wonder he might hate me now.]

Primrose narrowed her eyes slightly.

It seemed like there was a deep misunderstanding between them.

Raven thought Salem hated her.

But Salem had avoided her because, in his heart, a short meeting would hurt more than never seeing her at all.

He also believed Raven might be disappointed in him, because he never reached out, not even once.

Therefore, he had chosen to keep his distance for as long as he could remember.

At this moment, Primrose felt sure of one thing, Salem probably didn’t know that in another timeline, Raven would be punished for killing her husband, humiliated, and abandoned by everyone.

But maybe, just maybe, if they met again now ... things could change easier.

"He told me that a brief meeting would hurt him more than not seeing you at all," Primrose said gently, trying to ease Raven’s heart.

"But the truth is, he misses you. He wants to see you ... but he’s scared he’ll only bring you more pain."

Raven closed her eyes for a moment, taking a deep breath. Then she quietly wiped her eyes and turned back to Primrose.

"It’s actually my fault," she admitted. "I was the one who told him to stay away."

"He warned me not to marry my husband, but ... I didn’t listen. I was stubborn."

"So I thought ... maybe that’s one of the reasons he doesn’t want to see me anymore, because he’s disappointed with the choice I made."

Primrose looked straight into her eyes, her voice calm and sincere. "He was disappointed. He still is. But that doesn’t mean he hates you."

She slowly stepped closer to the Marchioness. "He’s angry. He’s hurt. But he still respects your decision. And no matter what your life looks like now ... to him, you’re still a precious friend."

"Our friendship ended the moment I chose to marry the Marquess." Raven lowered her head, her eyes glinting softly in the dim light. "But that was a small price to pay ... for something far more important."

Primrose didn’t respond right away. She waited, giving Raven space to explain what she meant.

"Your Majesty," Raven finally said, "now that you know I’m a dark witch, do you also know ... that I can see the future?"

Primrose hadn’t expected her to reveal something so personal, especially something as rare and powerful as that.

"I’ve heard rumors about certain witches having that gift," Primrose admitted. "But I’ve never actually met one. Lady Raven ... are you really one of them?"

Raven slowly lifted her head. Her dark-gray eyes stared directly into Primrose’s, as if she were trying to see straight through her soul.

"That is one of my greatest gifts," she said.

A shiver crept down Primrose’s spine.

She now understood that Raven wasn’t just a dark witch. She was something far more dangerous, more ancient.

If she wanted to, she could kill her right now, and no one would ever suspect a thing.

Still, Primrose trusted she wouldn’t. Not after she’d mentioned Salem’s name.

If she hadn’t ... she probably wouldn’t still be breathing.

"Are you really willing to sacrifice your freedom? and your entire life, just to chase something in the future?" Primrose asked, once Raven stayed silent for a beat too long.

"I just ... I don’t understand. What could possibly be so important that you’d go through all of this?"

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