The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 378

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Chapter 378: When a Lycan Defends His Nest

"Now, where’s your queen, Your Majesty?" Weston’s eyes glimmered with something vile as he mentioned Primrose. "Why don’t we trade? Give me your mate, and I’ll leave this place at once. After all, if I can breed a woman as beautiful as her, my children will surely inherit her extraordinary genes—"

He never finished his foul words because Edmund’s sword was already whistling through the air, aimed for his throat. Weston jerked aside at the last second, the blade striking sparks off the stone wall instead.

"Your filthy mouth has no right to speak of my wife."

Dark energy burst from beneath Edmund’s feet, crawling like black fire across the floor, racing up the walls, consuming the hallway in its suffocating presence.

Edmund looked at him with disdain, determined that he had to end Weston tonight for the sake of his wife and child.

"You’ve toyed with me long enough, Weston." He deepened his voice as he said, "It’s time for you and your pack to sleep for eternity."

Lycans were different from werewolves. They did not live in packs and had no hierarchy like wolves did. Instead, they lived in solitude, and if they wished to form a community, it was usually through building a kingdom, ruled by the strongest among them.

Because they were so used to living alone, their sense of territory ran deeper than blood. Once they claimed a home, a mate, or a family, they would defend it to their last breath.

There was a saying: a mother would bite every hand that dared to harm her offspring, while the father would slaughter every predator that tried to destroy their nest.

Edmund was the very embodiment of that saying.

He was not just a king, not just a lycan, but a husband and soon-to-be father. His territory was not the throne nor the palace walls. It was the woman waiting for him in the underground chamber, and the fragile life growing inside her.

For years, Weston and his pack had always managed to escape after attacking the palace. They lived another day simply because Edmund never carried the will to kill them all.

But that mercy ended the moment he had Primrose. She was the one he loved so fiercely that he would do anything—absolutely anything—to keep those filthy hands from ever touching her.

From that day on, Edmund swore he would slaughter every last member of the Blackpeak Pack. Not one of them would be left alive.

Dark energy bled from beneath his feet, crawling across the palace like living shadows. It spread outward, covering the halls, the courtyards, and even the land beyond the walls, until it rose high, forming into a massive barrier that nothing could breach.

Weston only grinned, nudging the black wall with the tip of his sword as if mocking the power around him. "And what do we have here?" he said playfully. "Do you realize that you won’t be able to escape if you place something like this around you?"

"No." One of Edmund’s eyes shifted from icy blue to a vivid emerald. Symbols resembling ancient runes suddenly appeared across his face, crawling down to his arms like burning marks. "You’re the one who is trapped here."

Beside him, Leofric instinctively stepped back from Edmund. Then, without hesitation, he bolted down the corridor with the speed of a deer fleeing for its life. "Damn it, at least give me a warning before you pull something like this!"

On his way, he caught Sevrin just as the man was stepping out of his office. Leofric shoved him back inside and sealed the door with a flick of magic.