The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 13

Chapter 13: Sweet Temptation

Primrose stared at the ceiling, absentmindedly tapping her fingers against the blanket.

She was a little sleepy, but how could she possibly fall asleep when Edmund's train of thoughts were practically screaming in her head?

She sighed, rolling onto her side to glance at the Lycan King.

Edmund was lying at the very edge of the bed. One wrong move, and he'd tumble straight to the floor. His arms were crossed over his chest, making him look like a corpse waiting to be placed in a casket.

[Calm down. Stay still. Don't think about her being in your bed.]

[Shit, but she's right there.]

[Her scent ... Damn it, why does she smell like flowers?!]

[Focus. Think about something else. The civil war? No, that won't work. Taxes? No, that just makes me angry.]

[Maybe if I count backward from a hundred—]

"Your Majesty," Primrose called out, breaking his frantic thoughts.

Edmund flinched as if she had caught him committing a crime. "Yes?"

Primrose reached out, wanting to touch his arm, but the moment her fingers got close, Edmund immediately moved farther away.

"You look tense." She tilted her head. "Are you really that uncomfortable sleeping next to me?"

His eyes twitched. "I'm fine."

[No, I'm not fucking fine!]

[She's so close. If I turn my head even a little, I'll see her lying there, looking so damn beautiful.]

He clenched his jaw and forced his gaze back to the ceiling, staring at it like his life depended on it.

It seemed like his thoughts wouldn't stop anytime soon. Well, maybe Primrose would get used to them after a while.

She eventually tried to sleep, but it was difficult, not because of Edmund's noisy thoughts this time, but because her throat felt unbearably sore.

She couldn't even speak without feeling like shards of glass were scraping against her throat.

She should've seen a doctor before bed. But since beasts rarely got sick and had incredible healing abilities, Edmund never kept a doctor in the palace.

He hadn't even called for one after the attack.

Maybe he forgot that his wife was human. And Primrose, too caught up in everything that had happened, had forgotten to remind him.

"What's wrong?" Edmund asked when he heard her cough and groan several times.

[Is something wrong with my wife? Was my tone too harsh?]

"I'm fine. It's just ..." Primrose cleared her throat. "My neck ... still hurts."

The moment she said that, Edmund immediately sat up straight.

[I'M A FOOL!]

[HOW COULD I FORGET TO CALL FOR A DOCTOR?!]

"I'll call a doctor." Edmund rushed to the door, shouting for the soldiers to summon one immediately.

But the nearest doctor they knew of didn't live anywhere close to the palace. In fact, he resided in another city, about two hours away from the capital.

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