The Mind-Reading Mate: Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me? Chapter 206: The Deer And The Dying Tiger

Thevan’s breath caught in his throat. His pupils darted wildly, like he was looking for an escape, anything to get away from her gaze.

Just like before, his mind suddenly fell into silence. It was as if ... he’d fallen under her control again.

Primrose took a step closer.

"You thought you were the one pulling the strings. But the truth is ..." She lifted the corner of her lips into a faint smirk, not enough for the soldiers to notice, but enough to make Thevan’s skin crawl. "... I’m the one holding the leash around your neck."

She stepped closer to him slowly, like a deer calmly observing the dying tiger.

The one who used to hunt her was now too weak to move, and for once, she was the one looking down on him.

Edmund moved slightly, instinctively wanting to stop her, but for so reason, he chose to stay still and let her go.

"I kept having nightmares about you," Primrose whispered, bending down until her face was level with Thevan’s. "But now ... I think I was just being foolish."

She tilted her head slightly. "Why should I be afraid of soone who’s already under my control?"

Thevan still didn’t say a word, but the look on his face said everything.

He was terrified of her, more than he ever feared Edmund, the one who tortured him for days.

"How about we end this ... for good, Thevan?" Primrose leaned in, her lips just beside his ear. Her voice was soft, so soft that no one else could hear her.

"I want you to die," she whispered. "So I’ll never have to see your face again."

Then she pulled back, smiling sweetly as her eyes t his, like she’d just said sothing as simple as goodbye. "Can you do that for ?"

She didn’t really expect him to obey her. After all, she still hadn’t mastered her mind-control magic. There was no way it would work, at least not yet.

But then, sothing strange happened.

Thevan’s entire body began to tremble.

He growled low in his throat, his movents jerky and unstable, like he was fighting sothing inside himself.

"Primrose, that’s enough." Edmund stepped forward imdiately, pulling her back and placing her safely behind him.

He turned to the soldiers, ready to give the order to take Thevan back into the torture room, but before he could speak, Thevan suddenly lifted his chained hands and slamd the heavy iron cuffs against his own skull.

Clang!

The sound echoed through the cold air.

Then he did it again and again.

Blood splattered across the floor. His movents were frantic, desperate, like he was completely out of his control.

Primrose watched in silence. Her expression didn’t change, even as the soldiers around her began to panic.

"What is he doing?!" one of them shouted, but none of them dared to get close.

A soldier quickly stepped forward, shouting, "Restrain him! Now!"

But it was already too late.

Thevan slamd his head one final ti. His body slumped forward in the chair, twitching slightly, then went completely still.

After three days of torture, Thevan’s healing ability had weakened drastically.

Therefore, his heart had stopped beating before his body could even begin to repair the damage.

Half of his face was crushed, and both of his eyes were gone from their sockets.

Primrose stared at him for a long mont, her face remained cold. Then, suddenly she smiled faintly.

’Now he can never look at again,’ she thought.

There was no joy in her smile, no satisfaction, only relief.

The nightmare that used to haunt her every ti she closed her eyes ... was finally over.

On the other side, Edmund knew his wife had done sothing that led Thevan to his death, but he said nothing to her.

Instead of questioning her or scolding her, he turned to the soldiers. "Clean this ss. Burn anything that’s too stained. And don’t speak a word of this to anyone, not a soul. Understood?"

The soldiers quickly nodded, their faces pale as they stared at Thevan’s lifeless body, still slumped in the chair, blood pooling around him.

[What just happened?]

[Did Her Majesty do sothing to him? No ... no, she didn’t even move. All she did was whisper sothing in his ear ...]

Primrose could hear their thoughts one by one.

All of them were confused, desperately trying to understand what had just happened because none of them saw her raise a hand. She didn’t chant a spell or make any move at all.

She just leaned in and whispered to his ear and now, the man she feared was gone.

[Did she use so kind of magic?]

[Was it mind control? Is that even real?]

[She’s terrifying ...]

Primrose slowly turned her gaze toward them, and the mont their eyes t hers, the voices inside their heads stopped.

The soldiers quickly looked away, pretending to be focused on their work, too afraid to et her gaze again.

Sothing like this could easily spread throughout the entire palace, but since Edmund had given the order to stay silent, they needed to shut their mouths.

If anyone dared to speak about it ... Edmund would not let it slide.

For the first ti, Primrose didn’t feel like a girl who had to hide behind others anymore.

Now, she was soone to be feared, and strangely ... that gave her peace.

In the beast world, respect wasn’t given because of title or wealth alone.

It ca from power. It was the only thing that made beasts bow their heads.

Primrose had been weak once. That’s why it had been so hard for her to gain respect.

The beasts in the palace might love and respect her as their Queen now.

But if she wanted respect from the beasts outside the palace, she had to beco even stronger.

She gently reached for Edmund’s arm. "Let’s go."

Edmund didn’t say a word. He simply pulled her close, shielding her from the lingering stares as they walked away from the blood-stained ground.

But no matter how powerful she had beco, Primrose was still soone who could cry, still soone who could feel fear, especially in front of the man she trusted most.

When they were far enough from the soldiers, Primrose suddenly stopped walking, then she bent over and vomited.

Yeah ... maybe it was too brutal for her.

Next ti she asked soone to kill themselves, she’d just tell them to drink poison because watching soone crush their own skull was a little too much for her.