The Mind-Reading Mate: Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me?!-Chapter 29: The Queen’s Trap

No, actually, Primrose had stolen his bedroom key.

It wasn’t even that hard.

Unlike the Queen’s chamber, Edmund’s room wasn’t guarded by soldiers because who in their right mind would dare sneak into the Beast King’s chambers and risk disturbing his sleep?

Even when Edmund wasn’t there, only the maids assigned to clean his room had the courage to enter. The rest of the palace staff would rather take a longer route than walk past his bedroom door.

But why?

Primrose hadn’t felt anything unusual when she snuck into Edmund’s room in broad daylight and took his key.

"Your Majesty, are you sure you don’t want to visit His Majesty’s chambers tonight?"

Leah’s eyes locked onto the golden key in Primrose’s hand, as if she were staring at her most precious prey.

[If I steal this key from her, I could sneak into His Majesty’s chambers.]

[Didn’t she say he’d be happy if I did?]

A slow smile curled at the corner of Leah’s lips. [Maybe ... if I serve His Majesty well in bed, I can become his concubine tomorrow.]

Her overconfidence was almost laughable.

Primrose didn’t even have to add more fuel to the fire because Leah was already walking straight into the trap.

"I don’t know ..." Primrose sighed heavily, her voice laced with uncertainty. "If I don’t go to his chambers, won’t he be angry? What if ... he hits me tomorrow?"

[I’d be shocked if His Majesty hasn’t hit you at least once.]

Why was she so certain? Did Primrose’s face look that punchable or what?

"How about this, Your Majesty—" Leah leaned in, whispering her secret plan into Primrose’s ear.

Primrose tried her best not to form a smile on her face. This two-faced fox actually thought she was encouraging her to seduce Edmund.

"You ... you’d really do that for me, Lady Leah?" Primrose widened her eyes, letting just the right amount of hope slip into her voice. She clutched Leah’s hands, hesitating before adding, "B-But His Majesty is really fierce. I’m afraid you won’t be able to handle him."

[Huh? If a weak human like her can survive a mating session with His Majesty, why wouldn’t I be able to?]

Primrose gritted her teeth to stop herself from rolling her eyes. Seriously, why did beasts insist on calling it a "mating session" instead of just making love?

"You don’t have to worry, Your Majesty." Leah gave her a reassuring smile, filled with sickening confidence. "My body is much stronger than yours."

Sure. But could your body handle Edmund’s real sword instead of the dull one?

"I owe you a great debt, Lady Leah." Primrose returned the smile, warm on the surface but ice-cold underneath.

Finally, she had struck the match.

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When the clock struck eight, Primrose sat on her bed, her foot tapping restlessly against the floor.

Her bedroom was only twenty steps away from Edmund’s, but since his chambers were soundproof, she had no way of knowing what was happening inside.

For some reason, an uneasy feeling crawled up her spine.

What if Edmund actually liked it when Leah tried to seduce him? It wasn’t impossible, right? The thought made her stomach twist in irritation.

She kept glancing at the clock, watching the seconds tick by. Leah should’ve been inside his room by now. She had told her that Edmund wanted to see her exactly at eight.

Three minutes had passed.

BANG!

Primrose jolted to her feet the moment she heard the loud crash from the corridor.

It sounded like something heavy had been slammed against the wall.

Her heartbeat quickened.

It ... it couldn’t be Leah, could it?

But then again, wouldn’t it be interesting if it was?

She stepped out of her room, her brows lifting as she took in the entertaining sight before her.

Leah, who wore a sheer purple nightgown—oh, for fuck’s sake, not that nightgown again—was kneeling on the floor.

Her back had just slammed against the wall with enough force to crack the surface.

A trickle of blood dripped from her lips, and her wide, terrified eyes locked onto Edmund.

"Y-Your Majesty, please—"

Before she could finish, Edmund unsheathed his sword and drove the blade into the wall, just inches from her throat.

"How dare you enter my chambers without permission?" His voice was cold and sharp enough to cut through bone. "And in this? Have you no shame?"

[How the hell can someone be this disgusting? And—wait a minute—isn’t that my wife’s nightgown?!]

[How dare she wear my wife’s clothes?!]

Primrose stood frozen for a second, thrown off by what she had just witnessed.

Edmund didn’t even spare a glance at Leah’s half-exposed body.

Which was ... interesting.

Primrose had always thought she was prettier than that two-faced fox, but she had to admit that bitch’s breasts were definitely bigger than hers.

And yet, Edmund didn’t seem the slightest bit interested.

Not even a flicker of desire.

Well, that was unexpected.

"Your Majesty." Primrose called out in the softest, most fragile voice she could muster, as if she were too shocked to fully process the scene before her.

She stepped forward hesitantly, fingers lightly touching her lips. "What ... happened here?"

The moment Leah saw Primrose, she scrambled to her feet, pure desperation flashing across her face.

"Your Majesty! Please, tell His Majesty that I only entered his bedroom because you told me to!"

Her voice wavered, her desperate eyes looking at Primrose’s face for salvation.

[Why? Why is this happening?!] Leah’s thoughts raced in pure disbelief. [Didn’t His Majesty prefer my body over hers?!]

Before anyone could respond, hurried footsteps echoed down the corridor. Guards and maids flooded the hallway, their eyes widening as they took in the scene—

A half-naked noblewoman, the enraged king, and the queen standing there in distress.

They were silence for a moment before their thoughts filled Primrose’s mind.

[Did Her Majesty just catch His Majesty cheating?!]

[Oh, dear lord, how could His Majesty betray his beautiful wife?!]

[MY KING, CONTROL YOUR DAMN DICK BEFORE I CHOP IT OFF!]