The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 374

Chapter 374: A Vial for the Queen

Edmund, who had been lazily lying on the bed moments ago, saying he was too weak to move, suddenly jumped to his feet. He stood tall with a straight posture, like a soldier ready to march into battle.

Primrose was caught off guard and shocked to see that her husband had truly recovered from his fever.

When he retracted his wolf ears and marched toward the balcony without any sign of weakness, she knew he had healed completely.

He had probably been fine for a while. All of those pitiful complaints and groans every half hour had only been an attempt to steal her attention.

"What’s wrong?" Primrose asked, quickly getting out of bed as well. She didn’t even bother calling him out on his little game. "Is this just a drill or something?"

"No. This is real." Edmund’s icy-blue eyes narrowed as he scanned the land beyond the window. His jaw tightened, his voice turning cold. "Damn it ... I knew something like this would happen near winter. Those fucking dogs."

Primrose’s stomach dropped. "The rogues?" she asked cautiously, inching closer to his side. The thought of rogues breaking through the borders and making it all the way to the palace made her chest tighten with fear.

"No," Edmund said firmly. "Not rogues. This is different. They’re a werewolf pack from the mountains, Blackpeak Pack. I’ve driven them away before, but every few years, they crawl back, trying to seize the throne."

His lips curled in disgust as he clicked his tongue. "They’re stubborn, and worse ... they know this kingdom inside and out. They’ve lived on these lands for generations, so it’s impossible to drive them out completely."

Primrose clung to his arm without realizing, trembling as he spoke.

"The Blackpeak Pack breeds like savages," Edmund went on, his tone filled with contempt. "Every year, they force their she-wolves to give birth, just to keep their numbers from fading. They steal women and children from weaker packs, enslaving them ... breaking them until the women are nothing more than breeding machines."

Primrose’s blood ran cold. The sheer cruelty of it made her stomach turn.

"That’s why I banished them," Edmund said, his voice low but sharp as steel. "I want this kingdom to be a safe place for beast women and children. But they refused to change, and when taming them proved impossible ... I decided to eliminate them."

He clenched his fist, his knuckles whitening. "But every time I strike, they scatter and slip through my grasp, and as long as a handful survive, they rebuild, stronger and more vicious than before."

Primrose shuddered and hugged his arm tightly, burying her face against his shoulder. "They ... they want the throne?"

"Yes." Edmund’s gaze darkened. "The last king of this kingdom was their Alpha. That’s why their current Alpha won’t rest until he claims this throne again."

Before Edmund’s reign, Noctvaris had been a nightmare. Beasts ran wild, humans lived in constant terror, and even the nobles disguised their daughters as boys so the Blackpeak Alpha wouldn’t steal them.

For cruel beast tribes, old Noctvaris was paradise. But for the weaker, gentler tribes, it was pure hell.

"It took me years to tear down the rotten legacy left behind by the last king," Edmund murmured. "And I won’t let those monsters bring it back."

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