The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 2

Chapter 2: The Lycan King’s Thought is Unhinged!

Primrose never expected to return at this exact moment, the night the Lycan King would step into her chamber, only to walk right back out five minutes later.

He hadn't even spared her more than a glance before scoffing and turning away, like she was something repulsive. ƒreewebηoveℓ.com

And yet ... here he was. Standing at her door.

Edmund Osbert Varnharme.

The Lycan King. The King of Beasts.

The man who had once treated her like she barely existed.

His broad shoulders were stiff, arms crossed over his chest like he was preparing for war, and his ice-blue eyes locked onto her with an unreadable expression.

His jet-black hair, still tousled from their rushed wedding, fell messily over his forehead. His sharp jaw clenched so tight she swore she heard his teeth grind.

His sun-kissed skin was the result of years spent training under the scorching heat, honing his strength to perfection.

Primrose swallowed hard.

Because no matter how many times she had cursed him, no matter how much resentment she had buried in her heart, she couldn't deny the truth.

He was devastatingly, unfairly, ridiculously handsome.

In her first life, Edmund had barely spoken to her.

A half-hearted "sleep wherever you want" and a dismissive "I have more important matters to attend to" were the only words he had left her with before walking out of the room without a second glance.

That was it. That was all she had gotten from her newlywed husband.

She had convinced herself he hated her. That he found her disgusting.

But now ...

Now she could hear his thoughts.

And the very first thing she heard the moment he stepped inside was—

[Oh, fuck. She's so damn pretty. What the hell do I do now?]

Primrose blinked.

She must have misheard.

This was Edmund, the man who had treated her with nothing but cold detachment.

There was no way his first thought upon seeing her was—

[Her waist is so small. If I wrap my arms around her, I could lift her with one hand—]

Primrose held her breath.

Her fingers instinctively curled around her nightgown, gripping the thin fabric as she stared at him in disbelief.

His face remained a mask of indifference. But his mind?

Pure chaos.

[—Wait, no! Don't look! DON'T LOOK! She probably fears me. She probably hates me. If I stare too much, I might lose control!]

His brain was screaming at him not to look.

And yet, his traitorous eyes moved anyway.

Dragging over her form.

Stopping at her sheer, practically transparent purple nightgown.

Silence.

[Why the fuck is it sheer? WHO MADE IT SHEER?!]

[Is she trying to kill me? Is this a test? Did someone bribe her to assassinate me by giving me a heart attack?!]

[Calm down, Edmund. You've faced wars, bloodshed, and ancient beasts. You can handle your own wife wearing a—]

[—a fucking see-through nightgown?!]

[I AM NOT HANDLING THIS.]

[Don't look at her legs. Don't look at her—FUCK, I LOOKED!]

Primrose was too stunned to speak.

She couldn't even blink.

His mind was unhinged!

One second, he told himself not to look.

A few seconds later?

He looked at her.

Then screamed at himself.

'Why is he trying so hard not to look at me?'

She kept her face calm, but internally, she was screaming—at this point, both of them were screaming at each other, but internally.

'This can't be the same man who ignored me for years.'

This was an overgrown, socially inept wolf who had no idea how to handle his own wife.

[My mate is a human ....]

Ah.

'Here it comes.'

This was the part where he would start insulting her.

Like everyone else.

Like the rest of the kingdom, he would sneer at her weakness, belittle her existence, and curse the Moon Goddess for shackling him to an unworthy mate.

After all, he hadn't marked her on their wedding night, leaving her unclaimed for an entire year of marriage.

'He must hate this bond.'

But then, something unexpected slipped from his mind.

[She's too small, too soft, too beautiful.]

[I'm a beast. I'm a monster. I don't deserve my wife ....]

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