Chapter 7: The Lycan King is a Pathetic Lovesick
Primrose had never expected that she had a talent for acting.
Her little sob story about having a weak heart? Yeah, it was absolute nonsense.
Total bullshit.
And yet, the mighty Lycan King looked like he was about to have a full-blown crisis over it.
[What if she faints? What if she collapses right here?]
[What if I'm the reason she—NO. NO. I WON'T LET IT HAPPEN.]
His throat felt dry, and his chest tightened with something dangerously close to guilt. He wanted to say something, any words to comfort her, but his tongue felt heavy.
[Stupid. Idiot. BEAST. How could I raise my voice at my own mate?!]
[She must hate me. She must think I'm cruel. She must be so afraid of me—]
Edmund inhaled sharply, trying to control the panic rising inside him.
[I have to fix this. I have to protect her. No more yelling. No more scaring her. From now on, I'll make sure she never feels pain again.]