The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 192

Chapter 192: The God of War

Edmund once told her that his beast form was terrifying, so monstrous that he worried she’d be too afraid to even look at him.

However, the moment Primrose saw his wolf form, the first thing that crossed her mind was, "He looks majestic."

Yes, he was a bit frightening with those sharp fangs. Yes, his size alone could send anyone running.

But the way the wolf looked at her—so gentle and full of admiration—made him seem anything but a predator. The big white wolf standing before her looked more like a divine beast sent from heaven to protect her.

"Edmund?" Primrose called out softly, wanting to confirm what her heart already knew that the enormous white wolf standing in front of her was really her husband.

Edmund didn’t respond, maybe he couldn’t speak in his wolf form. Instead, he lowered his head and gently nudged her cheek with his nose, as if trying to say, I’m here. You don’t need to be afraid.

Primrose wanted to reach out and touch him, to bury her hands in his snowy fur, but the tigers behind him were getting closer.

They had also shifted into their beast forms. They weren’t as large as Edmund’s, but if Primrose had been alone, they could’ve easily torn her apart.

[I will kill them all.]

Primrose’s eyes widened, and she held her breath the moment she heard Edmund’s inner voice. Even though it was just in her head, his voice sounded completely different from usual.

It was deeper, rougher, and far more dangerous.

In that moment, Primrose was reminded of something she’d nearly forgotten, Edmund wasn’t just her sweet, gentle husband.

He was also a dangerous man.

A man who could destroy an entire tribe of beasts if he had to. A man who had never once shown fear when stepping onto the battlefield.

Primrose had seen him angry before, specifically, when someone snuck into the queen’s chambers and tried to kill her.

But even that couldn’t compare to the fury burning in him now.

It was as if Edmund had stopped holding back, letting his instincts take over. The only thing he wanted to do was slaughter anyone foolish enough to lay a hand on his wife.

The wolf turned his head, eyes locked on the tigers behind him. Slowly, he moved his body until she was fully hidden behind his massive frame, shielding her from their sight.

[These bastards ... they don’t even deserve to live in this land anymore.]

[I’ll rip them apart and make them suffer for what they tried to do to my wife.]

Primrose hugged her legs tightly and buried part of her face into her knees, though her eyes never left her husband. She watched him closely, unable to look away.

When the tigers leapt at him, Edmund finally launched his first attack.

The battle was brutal. It was filled with snapping jaws, slashing claws, and thunderous growls that made Primrose cover her ears.

Fur flew. Blood sprayed across the forest. The ground trembled beneath the weight of their savage fight, every collision echoing like the drums of war.

Edmund didn’t hold back. His fangs sank deep into flesh, his claws ripped through muscle, and every move he made radiated pure fury.

He fought like a beast possessed, as if nothing else in the world mattered except destroying those who dared hurt his wife.

But it didn’t stop there.

More tigers began to arrive, maybe dozens of them. Their glowing eyes burned with rage and bloodlust as they circled him like predators closing in on prey.

But Edmund didn’t move.

He stood tall, unshaken, like a wall between them and the woman he loved.

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