The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 3

Chapter 3: Wife, Please Don’t Go!

If Edmund wanted her to be nothing more than a baby factory, he should have been breeding her every night and day, making sure she carried his children as many as he could give her.

But he hadn't touched her.

He had marked her after a full year of marriage, yet he still refused to touch her. They hadn't even consummated their marriage.

Primrose wasn't even sure if a lycan could resist their mate like this.

Wasn't it common knowledge that once a lycan marked their mate, they would spend nights and days lost in a frenzy of desire?

She had even studied everything, every little trick to satisfy her husband in bed. She had spent hours poring over erotic books, absorbing all the sinful knowledge her lady-in-waiting had secretly handed her.

And yet, she never even got the chance to sleep in the same bed as him.

She thought it was because he found her disgusting. Because she was weak. Because she was human.

But then, why were his thoughts so completely different from what she had imagined?

[My wife wants to leave me?!]

[My pretty wife doesn't like living with me? Sure ... of course, a beautiful woman like her wouldn't be happy being married to a monster like me.]

Primrose's breath hitched.

What?

What the hell was he thinking? free𝑤ebnovel.com

"I reject your offer!" Edmund suddenly shouted, his voice shaking the walls. "Don't you dare think of leaving this place!"

If she couldn't hear his thoughts, she would have assumed it was because he didn't want to lose his political peace treaty.

Or maybe, because he refused to let go of his possession.

But now—

[Wife, I didn't mean to yell at you!]

[Wife, please forgive me. But you can't leave this palace yet. If you do, the Human Empire's Emperor will see it as an act of treason.]

[Wife, I don't want you to be executed.]

What?

WHAT?!

So, even after sending her off to the Beast Kingdom, the Emperor of Vellmoria still had control over her life?

Based on Edmund's thoughts, didn't that mean the Emperor had planted spies in Noctvaris to make sure she never escaped?

Oh, fuck all of them.

She couldn't even fake her death because there were too many damn eyes on her!

"Why not? Are you scared people will talk bad about you?" Primrose let out a harsh sigh, crossing her arms. "If that the case, I can ruin my face so no one recognizes me."

Yeah. Maybe that would work.

She loved her pretty face, but what was the point of being beautiful if she had to live in hell?

[NO, WIFE!!]

[Please, don't hurt yourself! I have to tell her something!]

Edmund's expression darkened, his icy blue eyes pinning her in place like a predator locking onto its prey. His brows knitted together, his jaw clenched so tightly she swore she heard his teeth grind.

"If you try to leave this palace," he said slowly, voice as sharp as a blade, "I will break your legs myself."

Primrose froze.

Her breath caught in her throat.

Break her legs? Did he really mean it?

[FUCK. NO. WHY DID I SAY THAT?!]

Oh. Never mind.

That explained everything.

Primrose sighed inwardly.

[I WOULD NEVER HURT HER. NEVER. WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME?!]

[Shit, she looks scared. FIX THIS. FIX THIS.]

Edmund stepped forward, lowering his voice, but the weight of his words still pressed heavily on her chest. "Don't test me. You won't like the consequences."

What the actual fuck is wrong with this man?!

His words were cold, threatening, terrifying.

But his thoughts?

An anxious, panicking mess.

No wonder they had a disastrous marriage in her past life. It turned out this man had the emotional intelligence of a brick wall.

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