Chapter 11: No One Harms the Lycan King’s Wife
The assassin swallowed hard, his left hand clutching his bleeding stump as he staggered backward.
Primrose had heard countless stories about Edmund, tales of a ruthless king who crushed his enemies without mercy. Legends of how he had slaughtered his rivals, paving his way to the throne with their blood.
The King of Beasts.
That title was not just an honorific. It was proof. Proof that he was the strongest among them all.
For years, beasts from various tribes had challenged him, seeking to claim his throne. Yet not a single one had ever managed to lay a finger on him.
After countless failed attempts to overthrow him, the challengers had finally learned their place. No one dared to rise against him anymore and they had no choice but to bow.
Yet, despite all the terrifying stories surrounding him, this was the first time Primrose had ever witnessed Edmund using his power to truly intimidate someone.
And yet ... how was she supposed to fear him when his thoughts were so ... unexpected?
He was similar to a guilty puppy that had just knocked over its owner's favorite cup and was now panicking, terrified of being scolded and abandoned.
[She must be terrified.]
[If I kill this bastard right in front of her, will she be even more afraid of me?]