The Mind-Reading Mate: Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me?!-Chapter 21: The Secret to Flawless Skin

When Primrose opened her eyes, she immediately noticed something strange.

She wasn’t in Edmund’s bedroom anymore.

She blinked a few times and stared at the white ceiling above her. She lay there like a frozen statue, bracing herself for the inevitable pain like chronic back pain, soreness in her hole, exhaustion that would leave her unable to walk for days.

But ... nothing.

There was no soreness, no discomfort, no ache between her legs. It was as if last night’s intense activities had never even happened.

Slowly, she sat up, her fingers brushing over the soft, silky fabric covering her body. The long blue nightgown felt so smooth against her skin, as if she had been bathed and dressed while she slept.

It was weird though.

Wasn’t she supposed to be suffering right now?

She had heard countless stories about what happened when a woman spent too much time having sex with a strong man. How she wouldn’t even be able to stand the next morning, let alone move. But what was this?

Instead of feeling sore or weak, her mood was soaring through the roof!

She felt amazing and so energized that she was convinced she could run around the entire training grounds, challenge the knights to a duel, and still have enough strength left to conquer a kingdom!

Did that even make sense?!

Her fingers hesitantly brushed against her cheek, and her confusion only deepened.

Her skin felt softer. Plumper. Smoother.

Even ... glowing?

What in the world had Edmund done to her?

Was this really the benefit of having sex? Or ... did it only work if she slept with a Lycan?!

No, wait—maybe not just any Lycan. It had to be a ridiculously hot, strong, and insanely handsome Lycan King.

"I feel alive!"

Primrose stood on the bed, arms stretched above her head, basking in her energy as if she had just been reborn. That was until her eyes landed on the mirror across the room.

The red marks on her neck ... were gone.

That wasn’t right.

Edmund had practically decorated her skin with love bites last night. So many that she hadn’t even bothered counting them.

Yet now? Not a single one remained.

Had he healed her while she was asleep? Erased every mark, soothed every ache, and washed away every trace of exhaustion?

Wait a second.

Did that mean ... he had licked her all over?!

Her entire face turned red.

For some reason, the image of a big fluffy dog grooming its owner came to her mind.

But wasn’t that technically accurate? He was a dog.

That thought alone was enough to make her slap herself.

He was a Lycan! Not a dog! She had to remember that for good.

Before she could fully process the absurdity of the situation, the door suddenly burst open without warning, without knocking, and without a bit of concern for her dignity.

"Your Majesty, what are you doing?!"

Leah’s horrified voice echoed through the room, her expression a perfect mix of disbelief and concern as she saw her Queen standing on the bed like an overgrown toddler on a sugar rush.

[Our Queen is absolutely insane.]

[I heard she spent the entire night in the King’s chamber, but seeing her this ... energized, I’m starting to doubt they actually had intercourse.]

Why did everyone assume she should be a crippled after spending a night with Edmund?

She glanced at the mirror, examining her own reflection before recalling Edmund’s physique—his height, his broad shoulders, the sheer size of him compared to her.

Honestly, if Edmund didn’t have the ability to heal her, she might have died before sunrise.

But shouldn’t everyone already know that?

Unless ... they thought his ability was just a rumor?

Lycans were naturally gifted with powerful regeneration, but their saliva? That was a different story. It seemed not all Lycans had the ability to heal others with it.

Besides, would Edmund even want to use his saliva to heal just anyone?

The mighty Lycan King licking wounded soldiers?

Kissing sick maids to cure them?

Oh, hell no.

If he ever did the last one, Primrose would burn him to ashes.

But judging from people’s reactions, it was clear that Edmund had never shown this unique ability to anyone before.

"Are you really feeling alright, Your Majesty?" Leah asked, her voice dripping with fake concern.

Primrose narrowed her eyes. That little act of hers wasn’t fooling anyone.

She continued, "His Majesty may have been ... too rough for you."

Leah sighed dramatically, as if she were sympathizing with a victim of some tragic fate.

It was time to plan another explosion.

Primrose dropped her knees onto the bed, covering her mouth like a woman on the verge of a breakdown.

"Oh, Lady Leah..." she whispered, "Last night was such a disgrace for me."

[Did His Majesty not find her satisfying? Of course, he didn’t! What could she possibly offer with those average breasts and that flat butt?]

This bitch.

Would she die if she went a single day without insulting Primrose’s butt?!

"What happened, Your Majesty?" Leah asked, her voice softening as she stepped closer.

Primrose let out a shaky breath, her shoulders trembling slightly as she forced out some crocodile tears.

"His Majesty ..." she hesitated, then finally whispered, "He wasn’t satisfied with my body."

Oh, Edmund was more than satisfied, but that wasn’t the point.

"I... I tried my best to please him," she continued, her voice cracking, "but... he told me I wasn’t good enough for him."

Leah’s eyes widened slightly.

"He’s even thinking of taking a concubine to fulfill his desires," Primrose added, looking away as if she were ashamed. "A woman... that looks like you."

’Dear husband, forgive me, but I must paint you as a villain for the greater good.’

Besides, this was just compensation for how he neglected her in her past life. She should’ve at least gain the benefits of having flawless skin from all that sex!

What a waste.

[I knew it! His Majesty must have fallen head over heels for me!]

[Should I start wearing dresses with lower necklines? If he sees more, he might just ask me to be his concubine sooner!]

Like hell he would.

But by all means, please do it.

If Primrose fed Leah’s ego any more, the woman might actually start believing she had a chance and turned into a shameless little temptress who openly threw herself at Edmund.

And that? That was exactly what Primrose wanted.

Once Leah exposed herself, Primrose could ruin her without lifting a finger.

How tragic. But this was the price Leah had to pay for her past sins.

One of Leah’s worst offenses—one that still boiled Primrose’s blood—was the vile rumor she had spread throughout the palace:

That the Queen sneaked out of her chambers in the middle of the night, roaming around the halls like a desperate whore, searching for men to satisfy her lust.

Primrose could handle gossip. She had thicker skin than most.

But a whore? Really?

She’d rather be wrapped up in her warm blanket getting her beauty sleep than wasting her night chasing after someone else’s dick.

"Your Majesty, you shouldn’t compare yourself to someone like me," Leah said, lowering her gaze with feigned modesty. "I’m just a lowly noblewoman. How could I ever be compared to royalty like you?"

[You can’t compare yourself to me because I am obviously better than you.]

Primrose was amazed by this woman’s duality.

With a dramatic sigh, she looked Leah up and down. "But you are His Majesty’s type—brunette hair, gray eyes, those long legs ... I’m nothing compared to you."

Then, as if she was throwing a wood to fire, she added, "Honestly, if you ever sneaked into His Majesty’s chambers, he might actually enjoy it instead of throwing you out."

Leah’s lips twitched.

She tried to hide her smile behind her hand, but Primrose saw right through her.

"Your Majesty, that’s not true," Leah said softly, "I would never dare to do something so shameless."

[I need to find a way to meet His Majesty alone.]

[I’ll make sure to become his concubine. And one day, I’ll convince him to dethrone this lunatic Queen.]

Yes. That’s right.

You have to get confident, Leah.

Walk right into the trap like a stupid mouse.

That way, Primrose wouldn’t even need to go to the theater, she’d get a front-row seat to the greatest show of the year.

"That’s alright, Lady Leah." Primrose said, "If it’s you, I won’t mind sharing His Majesty with you."