The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 28

Chapter 28: A Web of Lies

"Then, I’ll take my leave, Your Majesty." Silas bowed deeply before turning and walking out of the Queen’s chamber.

The eyes that once looked at her with warmth were now as cold as ice.

[If I have to look at her face any longer, I might just vomit.]

The moment the door clicked shut behind him, Primrose’s knees gave out, and she collapsed onto the floor. A crushing weight settled on her chest, making it hard to breathe, stealing the words from her lips.

Silas had been her only light in the darkness, the one source of comfort among the thorns.

But that light had been nothing more than a facade, hidden beneath layers of lies. The warmth she once felt wasn’t kindness, it was the searing heat of anger and hatred.

Silas despised the beasts. More than anything, he despised her, the woman who had walked into their den as a peace offering between two races.

She didn’t know why his hatred ran so deep, but the way he thought about them, it was filled with nothing but disgust and loathing.

"What if ..." Primrose finally spoke, but the words caught in her throat. She didn’t have the heart to finish her sentence.

What if Silas was the one who poisoned her soup?

No, that couldn’t be. He had never personally handed her the soup, the palace maid had been the one to bring it to her.

But, what if the maid and Silas had worked together? What if he had been the one who instructed her to slip the poison into the bowl?

Or ... was it even the maid? What if the soup had already been laced with poison before she picked it up from the kitchen?

Maybe it wasn’t the head cook either. Perhaps it was the assistant cook. After all, soup was a simple dish, so the cook might have left the task to their assistant.

The more she thought about it, the more uncertain everything became.

The cooks. The maids. The doctors.

There were dozens of the maids and the cooks in the palace, their shifts rotating constantly. Too many hands had touched her food, and any one of them could have been responsible.

And then there were her doctors, there were three of them. Each of them had always treated her with kindness.

But now, after hearing the darkness in Silas’s thoughts, she realized something painful.

Kindness means nothing when a person is capable of smiling while planning your death.

Besides, what if the poison wasn’t just in her food?

What if it was also in the perfume she wore, the soap she used, or even in her lipstick?

It seemed like she needed a poison tester for everything she ate or touched.

Some might call her paranoid, but in human kingdoms, it was a standard precaution for royals.

Unlike beasts, humans had no natural healing abilities.

A single drop of poison could be enough to end her life and she wasn’t about to take that risk for a second time.

"What should I do now?" Primrose murmured to herself.

Right now, the only person she could truly trust was Edmund.

How ironic.

Once, she had seen him as the one person she needed to avoid at all costs. Now, he was the only one she could rely on.

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