The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 157

Chapter 157: Wife, Please Kill Me!

Primrose slowly reached for Raven’s hands and gently wrapped hers around them.

"If you keep sacrificing yourself like this," she said softly, "someday ... your children might end up blaming themselves. They might think they failed you because they couldn’t protect you."

She wasn’t sure what had happened to Raven’s children after she was imprisoned in the dungeon.

In truth, Primrose didn’t even know if Raven had been sentenced to death or not.

Because in that timeline ... Primrose had died before Raven’s fate was decided. freewēbnoveℓ.com

Still, knowing Raven’s nature, it was hard to imagine her ever letting her children be dragged into her downfall.

"Did you turn down my offer because you saw a future where all of this ... was the only way to keep them safe?" Primrose asked gently.

Raven nodded. "My visions have never been wrong," she whispered. "That’s why I have to follow them."

"But ... what if your future isn’t fixed?" Primrose tilted her head, watching her closely. "What if it’s already started to change? Maybe you should look again."

After all, this version of Primrose, one who had returned from death, wasn’t supposed to exist.

She was already a ripple in fate.

Since returning to the past, she had made so many different choices, rewriting her own story one step at a time.

So ... wasn’t it possible that Raven’s fate had shifted too?

"That’s not how it works, Your Majesty," Raven said calmly but firmly. "What I see in my visions ... never changes."

Primrose leaned in just a little closer. "Lady Raven," she said softly, "in those visions of yours, did you ever see me standing here, offering you a way out?"

Raven froze. Her lips parted slightly, but no words came out.

She stood there quietly, thinking. And after a long pause ... realization struck her.

Primrose was right.

She wasn’t supposed to be part of her fate.

They weren’t meant to cross paths, not at the tea party, not here in Moonshadow.

[Why didn’t I notice this before?] Raven wondered. [Why did I even go to that tea party?]

She wasn’t the type to accept social invitations, especially not to royal events.

In Primrose’s first life, Raven had never even stepped foot in the queen’s greenhouse, let alone spoken with her.

But the moment Raven saw that invitation in this timeline, something pulled her in, like she was being drawn into something she didn’t fully understand.

At first, she thought it was curiosity.

Then she blamed it on hunger, telling herself she only went because there might be food at the queen’s tea party.

But deep down ... it wasn’t about food, or curiosity, or politeness.

It felt like fate had silently shifted beneath her feet.

Like something or someone was calling her to step off the path she thought she had to follow.

"I ... I need time," Raven said at last, closing her eyes for a moment. She gently pulled her hands away from Primrose’s. "If I’m going to look the vision again, I’ll need to prepare a ritual."

Primrose’s lips curved into a small smile. She was relieved that at least Raven was open to reconsidering her path.

"How much time do you need? I’ll wait," Primrose said eagerly. "Do you need help? I’d be happy to assist. What do you need? Blood? A corpse? Maybe ... maybe my husband can find something for you."

Although ... if Raven asked for a baby’s blood, she wasn’t sure she’d be willing to go that far.

There were lines Primrose would never cross.

"No ... nothing like that," Raven said quickly, stepping back as Primrose got a little too close. "Just give me two days. That’s all I need to open my vision again."

Primrose let out a sigh of relief. Thank goodness Raven didn’t need anything horrifying like blood or a corpse.

Maybe, because the ability was a natural gift, her visions didn’t need dark sacrifices to awaken.

"Alright, two days then," Primrose said, beaming. "I’ll wait for your answer. I’ll be in Moonshadow for about a week, so take your time."

Raven blinked, then asked suddenly, "Are you here on a honeymoon? Won’t I be disturbing you?"

Primrose sighed, and her smile turned a little awkward.

"Not that kind of honeymoon," she muttered. "We’re just ... taking a vacation. That’s all."

Honestly, she was growing tired of explaining this every time someone brought up the word honeymoon.

Thankfully, Raven didn’t press further, not even in her thoughts.

"I understand," she said simply.

Then, after a pause, her voice grew softer. "Your Majesty, may I ask one more thing?"

Primrose nodded gently. "Of course."

"If you see Salem," Raven said, lifting her eyes to meet hers, "please tell him ... I never regretted my decision."

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