The Mind-Reading Mate: Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me?

Primrose stared at the ceiling, absentmindedly tapping her fingers against the blanket.

She was a little sleepy, but how could she possibly fall asleep when Edmund's train of thoughts were practically screaming in her head?

She sighed, rolling onto her side to glance at the Lycan King.

Edmund was lying at the very edge of the bed. One wrong move, and he'd tumble straight to the floor. His arms were crossed over his chest, making him look like a corpse waiting to be placed in a casket.

[Calm down. Stay still. Don't think about her being in your bed.]

[Shit, but she's right there.]

[Her scent ... Damn it, why does she smell like flowers?!]

[Focus. Think about something else. The civil war? No, that won't work. Taxes? No, that just makes me angry.]

[Maybe if I count backward from a hundred—]

"Your Majesty," Primrose called out, breaking his frantic thoughts.

Edmund flinched as if she had caught him committing a crime. "Yes?"