The Mind-Reading Mate: Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me? Chapter 238: The Mate Worth Waiting For

Most of the ti, the Moon Goddess would reveal a lycan or werewolf’s destined mate once they turned twenty or sotis even earlier. But thirty-five? No wonder her husband had been so angry with the Moon Goddess.

Lycans were known for their strong desires, and when those desires stayed unfulfilled for years, the frustration could beco overwhelming. In Edmund’s case, it had made him moody and irritable, like he constantly wanted to smash sothing just to let it out.

"I truly thought the Moon Goddess would never give a mate," Edmund said quietly. "But when she finally told it was you ... I understood why she made wait so long."

[Our age gap is too wide. If the Moon Goddess had told her na when I was twenty ...]

[Forget it. I don’t even want to think about that.]

It sounded a little wrong, indeed.

However, in the human kingdoms, it was quite common for older n to seek much younger won as their partners.

But more often than not, those young girls were treated as nothing more than concubines. They were treated more like toys to warm the n’s bed and were only pampered when the n got into fights with their wives.

More than that, the n would abandon them once they were no longer young and beautiful.

Primrose had seen that happen far too often. At one point, she even assud Edmund was no different from those kinds of n.

But he wasn’t. Not only did he look young, like a man in his mid-twenties, he also never treated her like she was there just to warm his bed.

Still, she had to admit, this big age gap might’ve been one of the reasons their communication was so difficult.

After all, the human brain only finished developing around the age of twenty-five. So it wasn’t surprising that in her first life, she had acted so immature.

Even now ... sotis, she still didn’t think she was that emotionally mature. But at least, she had grown since then. And yet, Edmund’s own behavior back in that first life hadn’t helped either.

Their first marriage had been dood from the start, so what was the point of overthinking it now?

"It doesn’t matter when you find your mate," Primrose said gently, taking his hand. "You had to wait longer than others because it simply wasn’t your ti yet. Besides ... if you had t your mate at twenty, it probably wouldn’t have been ."

"I wouldn’t want anyone else to be my mate," Edmund said, holding her hand tighter. "Yeah, I was angry back then, thinking the Moon Goddess had forgotten about . But now ... now I know she was just saving the best for last."

He looked at her like she was the only thing that mattered in the world. "I’m grateful it’s you, Primrose. I wouldn’t trade you for anyone."

[I never imagined anyone else could be my mate,] Edmund thought.

[Even before the Moon Goddess told her na, I couldn’t picture any woman’s face or voice in my mind, not even one.]

[It always felt like sothing was missing ... and when the Moon Goddess said her na, it was like the last missing piece in my heart finally clicked into place.]

When Primrose heard his words, she couldn’t help but wonder that maybe Edmund really had never been with another woman during their first marriage.

Back then, since he’d never touched her in bed, she just assud he was spending his nights with soone else.

But now that she understands him better ... it seed like he had stayed loyal to her the whole ti, even when things between them were falling apart.

No wonder he was always so grumpy in their past life, and no wonder he was so much calr, gentler, and sweeter now.

Apparently, letting him hold back his desires for too long might turn him into a cranky beast.

Well, now she knows better.

"I’m also glad to have you as my husband," Primrose said softly as she stood on her tiptoes and landed a gentle kiss to his lips. "Let’s go ho now."

But before she could fully turn away, Edmund suddenly grabbed her hand and kissed her again.

Primrose could vaguely hear the sound of his heartbeat. It was just as loud as hers, letting her know she wasn’t the only one overwheld by the kiss.

The kiss was deeper than before, but it didn’t last more than a minute.

Primrose pulled back slightly, her cheeks glowing with warmth. "I ... I don’t want the priests to see us like this," she whispered, turning her face away in embarrassnt. "It would be too awkward. But ... I want to kiss you more once we’re back at the palace."

Edmund smiled and gently cupped her cheek. "Alright," he said, voice low and full of promise. "Let’s go back first."

"Also ..." she added softly, "I’m a little worried about Dante. We left him alone for too long."

Dante was a war horse. Of course, he wouldn’t feel fear or anxiety just because he was left alone for a few hours. But still ... the forest was dark at night, and who knew what kind of creatures might be wandering around?

What if a bunch of wild coyotes had already turned him into a midnight feast?! Dante was big, so he’d be a perfect main course.

"Don’t worry about him," Edmund said, trying not to laugh. "You should be more concerned about the grass and trees around him right now."

Primrose found his words ridiculous. But the mont they arrived where they’d tied up Dante, she finally understood what he ant.

All the grass around him was gone, completely eaten down to the dirt.

Even the trees nearby had been stripped of their bark and leaves, like they’d been attacked by a starving beast.

How on earth could one horse eat that much in just a few hours?

And yet, as they approached, Dante was still chewing sothing with zero guilt in his eyes.

What a greedy horse!

Honestly, she wouldn’t even be shocked if soone told her Dante had eaten a soldier before.

"Edmund ..." Primrose let out a nervous laugh. "I think you need to make him run around the palace at least twenty tis. Otherwise, I’m afraid he might not be able to run at all anymore."