Chapter 2: The Lycan King’s Thought is Unhinged!
Primrose never expected to return at this exact moment, the night the Lycan King would step into her chamber, only to walk right back out five minutes later.
He hadn't even spared her more than a glance before scoffing and turning away, like she was something repulsive.
And yet ... here he was. Standing at her door.
Edmund Osbert Varnharme.
The Lycan King. The King of Beasts.
The man who had once treated her like she barely existed.
His broad shoulders were stiff, arms crossed over his chest like he was preparing for war, and his ice-blue eyes locked onto her with an unreadable expression.
His jet-black hair, still tousled from their rushed wedding, fell messily over his forehead. His sharp jaw clenched so tight she swore she heard his teeth grind.
His sun-kissed skin was the result of years spent training under the scorching heat, honing his strength to perfection.
Primrose swallowed hard.
Because no matter how many times she had cursed him, no matter how much resentment she had buried in her heart, she couldn't deny the truth.