The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 5

Chapter 5: Why Do Beasts Lack Social Skills?!

Primrose woke up in an absolutely foul mood.

And no, it wasn't because she hadn't slept—well, okay, maybe that was part of it—but mostly because she had spent three goddamn hours trying to deal with her own unrelenting horniness.

Three. Whole. Hours.

How was this even possible?

She had never been this desperate before. Never.

And now? Her poor fingers were completely numb.

She let out a long, suffering sigh.

And the worst part? She still wasn't satisfied.

No matter how much she tried, it wasn't enough. She needed something more than just her fingers.

This was all that damn beast's fault. He had to take responsibility!

... Wait.

Didn't they have to meet today?

If she remembered correctly, her lady-in-waiting would come any moment now to escort her to breakfast with the Lycan King.

But back then, the moment she sat down in the dining room, Edmund stood up and left.

Just like that.

As if he couldn't stand being in the same room as her.

Primrose sat there, frozen, as a dozen disdainful stares bore down on her.

The soldiers. The maids.

All of them looked at her with thinly veiled disgust.

Even though Primrose hadn't been able to hear their thoughts in her first life, she had always been able to guess what they were thinking.

'The king must truly despise her.'

'He doesn't even want to eat with her.'

'She's such a disgrace to the throne.'

At first, she thought maybe Edmund really had something urgent to attend to.

But the next day? The same thing happened.

And the day after that.

He never showed up whenever she was in the dining room.

Eventually, she gave up.

It was easier to just take her meals in her bedroom than to sit there and endure the whispers and stares, feeling like an unwanted guest in her own home.

The beasts hated her.

She could see it in their eyes.

Therefore, she hesitated to leave her room now.

She just didn't want to go through that shitty experience again.

She sighed, rubbing her temples.

But as much as she wanted to avoid them all, she didn't have that luxury.

If she ignored Edmund's invitation to breakfast today, people would lose whatever little respect they had left for her.

But ...

Edmund had marked her on their wedding night, so maybe the result would be different this time!

Primrose stood on her bed and laughed at herself like a lunatic. "Fuck you, beasts! Your King has marked me!"

Then, she jumped off the bed and rushed to the mirror. Lifting her hair, she traced her fingers over the spot where his teeth had sunk into her skin.

"Oh ... that's weird."

She had expected to feel a wound, maybe a raised scar or at least some roughness. But there was nothing.

Instead, the mark looked clean, and smooth, almost like a tattoo.

So, the rumors were true. The Lycan King's saliva really could heal wounds in an instant.

"Your Majesty, I'm here to help you bathe and change your clothes."

Leah's voice came from outside the door, calm and professional as always.

Before Primrose could even respond, she had already stepped inside.

[Let's see ... did His Majesty actually mark this weak creature?]

Creature?!

Seriously?!

Primrose's brows twitched, but she kept her expression neutral. Was she not even considered human to her anymore?

Oh, she was definitely sending this bitch to the dungeon.

[How dare she act all high and mighty last night? She's nothing but a lowly human. I bet His Majesty refused to mark her.]

Leah didn't even flinch as those thoughts passed through her mind. Her face was composed, her demeanor as polished as ever—such a professional, talking absolute trash in her head while maintaining a perfect poker face.

Not a hint of irritation, not even a slight shift in her expression, despite being thrown out the night before.

Well. If Leah wanted to pretend nothing had happened, Primrose could play that game, too.

"Lady Leah ..." she murmured sweetly, tilting her head like a delicate, innocent human. "Would you mind taking a look at my neck?"

Primrose turned her back to Leah. "His Majesty bit my neck so hard last night, so I wonder ... is my skin wounded?"

The silence that followed was deafening.

[H-how is this possible?!]

[No ... there's no way His Majesty actually marked this pathetic little bitch!]

[B-but that's definitely a Lycan's mark! And she reeks of His Majesty's scent now!]

Primrose lowered her head slightly and took a discreet sniff of her own skin.

Nothing.

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