The Mind-Reading Mate: Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me?!-Chapter 32: The Queen Wants A Ring! (I)

The hallway had grown unbearably cold, so Edmund wasted no time escorting Primrose back to her bedroom. But if he was being honest with himself, the chill in the air wasn’t the real reason he brought her here.

No, he just needed to be alone with his wife.

Primrose sat quietly on the bed, watching as Edmund moved through the room, tossing out anything with so much as a sharp edge. Scissors, hairpins, even a letter opener, nothing was spared.

Her act must have been truly convincing because even the mighty Lycan King looked genuinely afraid that she would die the moment he turned his back.

"Your Majesty, I’m fine now," Primrose said, watching him. "If you keep throwing my things away, my bedroom will be completely empty."

[Why the hell is every single one of her hairpins so sharp?! I’ll have the maids dull them all!]

Edmund finally stopped discarding her belongings and turned to face her.

His wife looked so fragile.

Her red, swollen eyes and the faint trails of dried tears on her cheeks making her seem even more pitiful.

"I’ll ask the maids to get you safer things later." Edmund let out a heavy sigh, rubbing his temples. "Just ... don’t do anything stupid again." fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm

"I know I’m stupid." Primrose muttered, deliberately emphasizing the word as she smacked herself on the head.

Edmund rushed to her, grabbing her wrists before she could hit her head again. His grip was firm yet gentle, as if he were afraid she might break under his touch.

"That’s not what I meant," he said, his voice tense. He took a deep breath, trying not to raise his tone by accident.

Then, much to her surprise, he knelt in front of her.

His icy-blue eyes, always so intense, now held a warmth she had never seen before.

"What I meant to say is ..." He hesitated, as if choosing his words carefully. "I’ll take care of anyone who speaks ill of you. You don’t have to worry about them."

This ... this escalated quickly.

She had expected him to scold her. Maybe even lecture her about how life was precious. But this?

He was promising to protect her and talked to her in such a gentle tone.

All because she faked a suicide attempt?

Had she done this in the past, would he have been less cold toward her? Would he have treated her the way he was treating her now?

No. There was no point in thinking about something that no longer mattered.

Instead of dwelling on what-ifs, it was better to focus on how she could use this moment to gain something from the Lycan King.

New dresses? Gold? More luxury goods?

No, that wasn’t enough. He would willingly give her those things if she simply asked. If she wanted to take advantage of this situation, she needed to ask for something truly valuable.

She lowered her gaze, and her eyes instinctively fell on her empty ring finger.

Unlike humans, beasts didn’t propose with rings. To them, a mate mark served the same purpose, perhaps even more so.

But still ... was there really something wrong with wearing a wedding ring?

"Your Majesty," Primrose spoke softly. "Have you ever ... felt disappointed knowing that your mate is a human?"

"No." Edmund’s answer came instantly. "Never."

Primrose’s eyes widened slightly. He had responded too quickly, almost as if the words had already been engraved in his heart.

[If anything, I’m lucky to have her as my wife.]

[I should be the one asking ... Does she regret marrying me? She was practically sold off by her kingdom.]

So, he knew.

He was fully aware that their marriage had been forced upon her.

Primrose curled her fingers into a tight fist, nails digging into her palm.

If only Edmund had refused to take her in.

If only he had turned her away that day, she could have returned to the Vellmoria Empire. She could have gone back to the Azmeria Kingdom.

She could have seen her father again.

In her first life, she never got the chance.

The one time she tried to return to Azmeria, her carriage was ambushed by bandits. Noctvaris soldiers had saved her, but instead of letting her continue her journey, they had dragged her back to the Beast Kingdom like she was nothing more than a runaway possession.

She never attempted to leave again.

She had been too afraid of angering Edmund.

But now ... now that she knew the Lycan King would never dare to raise his voice at her, maybe she had a chance.

Maybe this time, she could finally go home.

Unfortunately, if Primrose wanted to see her father again, she had to secure her position in Noctvaris first. Otherwise, the Emperor would see her as nothing more than a failed pawn.

To achieve that, her next move was clear—she needed to build connections and gather allies in Noctvaris, so the beasts would eventually accept her as their queen.

"Then," Primrose began, her voice light but firm. "Why have you never given me a wedding ring?"

She lifted her hand, showing him her bare fingers.

Edmund blinked. "A wedding ring?"

"I know beasts don’t use them," she murmured. "But I’m human."

Primrose knew her request might seem absurd. After all, they were already married. But in six months from now, wedding rings would suddenly become a trend among Noctvaris nobles.

All because the Duchess of Cindralis had practically shoved hers in every noblewoman’s face, gushing about how her husband loved her so much, he insisted she wear a ring as proof of their love.

And after that?

Every noblewoman in the kingdom would want one.

Not all beasts placed their marks on the neck, which meant they weren’t always visible to others. Because of that, the Duke of Cindralis wanted his wife to wear a wedding ring, something she could proudly show to the world as proof of their marriage.

Their love story became the talk of the Beast Kingdom for an entire month, sparking a trend among noble couples. Soon, more and more of them began exchanging rings as a symbol of their devotion.

But since that trend hadn’t started yet, Primrose saw an opportunity. She wanted to be the first, the trailblazer—the one who would make the beasts follow her lead.

"I want to wear a wedding ring," she murmured, her voice soft with longing. "Just like the couples in my homeland."