The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 212

Chapter 212: The Kid They Failed to Love

[His whole life has been filled with violence and hate since the day he was born. Maybe Her Majesty can give him peace, even if it’s only for a few decades.]

Leofric didn’t say much, but it was enough.

Primrose knew in her heart that Edmund’s parents had never treated him the way a child deserved. She knew it was them—they were the ones who planted the idea of "monster" in their son’s mind.

"You matter to me," she whispered again, softer this time. "Whether it’s the cruel part of you, the kind part, or the cold part, every part of you matters to me."

Edmund closed his eyes the moment her tear landed on his face. A single drop slid down his cheek, but Primrose couldn’t tell if it was hers ... or his.

"My parents ..." he opened his eyes slowly and took a deep breath. "They weren’t gentle people, not even to me." He paused, then added quietly, "But they believed it was necessary."

"Why?" Primrose asked softly.

"They were the leaders of our tribe," he said. "And in their eyes, leaders had to be feared. They couldn’t afford to look soft. If people thought they were weak, they’d lose respect ... or worse."

Edmund clenched his jaw. "And me? I was their greatest disappointment."

Primrose finally got up from him, then gently lay beside him, not caring if the wet grass soaked her clothes or if the cold wind made her shiver. She wanted to be close to him, more than anything right now.

"Did they call you a failure?" she asked gently.

Edmund lowered his eyes. "No ... they called me something else." He continued in a low voice, so low that Primrose almost couldn’t hear him. "A monster, a curse, something they should’ve killed the moment I was born."

After a moment, he added, "And maybe ... they weren’t entirely wrong."

Primrose immediately turned his face toward her, her heart aching. "No. Don’t say that," she whispered. "They were wrong. You’re not a curse. You’re not a monster. You were just a kid!"

Edmund slowly shook his head. "I was a kid with something dangerous inside me," he said. "My wolf ... he’s different from other Lycans or even werewolves."

"Back then, he was more dominant than I was. He had the mind of a grown man, while I ... I was still too young and stupid."

Primrose’s brows furrowed. She hated hearing him talk about himself like that. He wasn’t stupid, he was just a scared little boy who never had the chance to grow up safely.

But she decided not to interrupt and let him continue his story.

"I couldn’t control him, and sometimes, I hurt people around me. So my parents decided to lock me in the basement," Edmund said. "It was dark and cold down there, but I thought I deserved it."

"They often forgot to feed me because they were busy, but wasn’t that normal? I was just a burden in their house, so I had no right to ask for food. I had to wait until they allowed me to eat."

Primrose felt like her heart had been stabbed. What kind of parents starved their child and locked him in the cold basement like that?

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