The Mind-Reading Mate Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me novel Chapter 278

Chapter 278: When Two Lifetimes Collide

Ever since Edmund was born into this world, there hadn’t been many people willing to lend him a hand. Most of the time, they claimed they stayed away because they were afraid of him.

They thought he was cursed, something that should have never existed in the first place. His parents, along with the rest of the world, had disowned him, but his wolf had never left his side.

His wolf was the only one who reached out to him, holding his hand when the darkness tried to swallow him whole.

The wolf might have been cruel and hard to tame, but he had always been the perfect protector and Edmund’s only companion.

"I’ve always tried to guide him to become a better man, even in the past," the wolf said softly, voice like a low hiss. "But what’s the use of guidance if he’s not able to follow it, or doesn’t have the courage to act on it?"

He continued, "Fortunately, in this lifetime, you managed to pull him out of his shell."

Primrose was touched by the affection in his voice and how deeply he cared for Edmund.

At the very least, there had always been one soul who never gave up on him, even before she came into his life.

But that kind of warmth—those feelings of gratitude and comfort—didn’t last long.

It disappeared the moment she remembered that Edmund was still suffering. He was still trapped in his own pain, and still carrying everything on his own.

"I want to see him," Primrose said firmly. "I want ... to meet my husband."

The wolf raised an eyebrow. "Did you not hear what I just said? He’s not in a good state. If he comes out now, the only thing you’ll see in him is pain and misery."

Primrose smiled bitterly. "Then let me share it with him," she said. "At least this time, he won’t suffer alone."

There was still a bitter taste in her mouth every time she remembered ’Edmund’ crying by himself at her grave.

If only she had been able to hold him then, she would’ve never let go of that embrace again.

"I just ... I don’t want him to be left alone," Primrose whispered.

There were still so many questions she wanted to ask the wolf—like how he knew she could read minds, or how he was able to block or filter Edmund’s thoughts.

However, none of that mattered now because in this moment, there was only one thing she truly wanted.

"I just want to see him," she whispered. "Even if he’s broken or even if he’s crying. I’ll be there to hold him."

The wolf stared at her for a long, quiet moment. Then, with the faintest smile and a resigned sigh, he leaned forward. "Alright," he murmured. "Then go to him."

As the words left his lips, everything shifted in a matter of seconds.

The green in his eyes faded again, replaced by the familiar icy blue she knew so well, only this time, they were dulled by sorrow and pain.

His shoulders trembled, and his breathing grew shallow, as if even the simple act of existing had become too heavy to bear.

"Primrose?" His voice cracked as he said her name, barely louder than a whisper.

She still couldn’t hear his thoughts, most likely because his wolf was blocking them again, but it didn’t matter now.

She didn’t need to read his mind to understand what he was feeling because his pain was written across his face with terrifying clarity.

Tears brimmed in his eyes, and for a moment, he looked completely lost, like a man who had just awakened from a nightmare, only to realize he was still trapped in it.

But it wasn’t just sadness in his gaze.

It was guilt, grief, and something even deeper, like the shattered remains of a soul that had witnessed death again and again and was now crumbling under the weight of memory.

It seemed his wolf hadn’t just told him what had happened in their past life, but he had shown him.

Fragments of memories must have been transferred into Edmund’s mind, unfiltered pieces of their shared history.

The memories that had been carved so deeply into the wolf’s soul, and now, Edmund could see them too.

That was why his pain didn’t just feel like something present, it felt endless, like it had always been waiting there for the moment it could finally be free.

He mourned the man he used to be, the man who had unknowingly neglected his precious wife. The man who had failed to communicate with her and allowed so many misunderstandings to grow between them. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

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