The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 6

Chapter 6: A Way to Tame a Clueless Lycan King!

In the dining room, Edmund sat alone at the head of the table. His expression was ... how should Primrose describe it? Bad? Constipated? Murderous?

Whatever it was, he looked mad. His entire body was tense beneath his attire.

His fists were clenched so hard that his knuckles turned white, and his jet-black hair was slightly tousled as if he'd run his hands through it too many times in frustration.

What's his deal? Primrose frowned, sneaking a glance at him.

Then, she heard his mind.

And oh.

[My wife! My wife is sitting beside me!]

[She smells so good! And she looks so damn beautiful today!]

[Did she sleep well last night? I couldn't sleep at all ... my damn boner wouldn't stay down!]

[... Shit! It's happening again!]

Edmund's entire body went rigid as she took her seat beside him.

He inhaled sharply, the sound barely audible, but Primrose heard it. His Adam's apple bobbed, his fists tightened, and on top of any of that was he still refused to look at her.

Then, a deep growl rumbled from his throat.

Oh?

Primrose pressed her lips together to suppress a laugh.

Could it be that the Lycan King had left her in the dining room before ... because he couldn't control himself around her?

Back then, he hadn't even marked her yet, and he still reacted like a complete mess around her. So what about now?

Primrose stole a glance at Edmund. He sat beside her, tense as a coiled spring, looking like he was in actual, physical pain.

The truth was, yes, his boner was suffering.

His sharp jaw was clenched so tightly she swore she could hear his teeth grinding. His hands gripped the silverware like they had offended him personally.

A slow, wicked smile curled at her lips.

This man had dared to make her suffer last night, leaving her alone to deal with the heat he ignited.

How unfair. How cruel. Well, what kind of queen would she be if she didn't return the favor?

She reached for her glass, deliberately leaning forward just enough for the Lycan King to get an eyeful of her cleavage.

"Oh—" She gasped softly, voice laced with feigned innocence, as she accidentally knocked the fork near his plate onto the floor.

Edmund froze. His whole body was locked up like a statue carved from stone.

[Don't pick it up. Don't pick it up. Don't pick it—]

Smirking to herself, Primrose bent down to retrieve the fallen fork, ensuring her cleavage was perfectly on display, creating an irresistible view just for him.

[Oh, fuck.]

[I want to touch.]

[No, I need to touch.]

Edmund's fingers twitched around the knife, his body coiling like a predator ready to pounce.

His blood ran scorching hot, every inch of him taut with the primal urge to grab, to feel how soft she was, to press his hands over that perfect, round breast and—

[STOP. FUCKING. THINKING.]

A violent scrape of a chair echoed through the dining hall.

"I have work," Edmund blurted, his voice hoarse with strain. His hands fisted at his sides as if physically restraining himself from flipping the entire table over.

Primrose blinked up at him innocently. "But, Your Majesty, you haven't even finished eating."

Edmund shot her a look so sharp it could slice through steel. He let out a harsh, frustrated exhale.

[If I stay one more second, I'm going to throw her over my shoulder, march back to the bedroom, and—]

Primrose furrowed her eyebrows, feigning concern. "Are you alright, Your Majesty?"

"I'm fine!" he snapped, too quickly, too harshly. His chair scraped against the floor as he pushed back. "I'm done eating!"

[No! No! Wife, I'm sorry!]

[It's not you—I just—fuck! This damn boner won't go down!]

In her first life, Primrose had let him walk away, swallowing the humiliation like a bitter pill.

But this time? Oh, she wasn't letting him off the hook that easily.

Just as Edmund turned to leave, she spoke, her voice soft, filled with just the right amount of vulnerability.

"If you leave now, you'll make me look bad."

She let out a forlorn sigh, lowering her gaze like a woman resigned to her fate. "People will think His Majesty is avoiding his mate the morning after marking her. You might not care, but everyone else will whisper behind your back about how much you despise me."

A pause. Just long enough to let her words sink in. "But that's alright, Your Majesty."

Primrose lifted a delicate hand to the corner of her eye, rubbing at nonexistent tears. Her lashes fluttered, and her lips trembled just enough to twist the knife deeper. "I know you hate me. I know I probably don't even deserve your attention."

She hadn't expected much from her little act.

But the moment the words left her lips, Edmund froze. And within seconds, the Lycan King dropped back into his seat.

[Who the hell dared to insult my wife?!]

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