The Mind-Reading Mate: Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me?!-Chapter 473: I’m Not A Beast

"You’re alive," he said with a relieved sigh. "You’re really still alive."

Primrose nodded in his arms, unwilling to let go of their embrace. The thought of almost dying was still haunting her, and she couldn’t help imagining what Edmund would have done if he had seen her die again.

"Yes... I’m alive," Primrose whispered softly.

She could feel Edmund trembling slightly as he held her. His arms wrapped around her like a warm cocoon, and she could also hear his mind filled with so many words that it became difficult for her to understand them clearly.

"Edmund..." Primrose gently patted his back, trying to bring him back to reality. "Edmund, can you hear me? I’m still alive."

She repeated those words several times until Edmund finally let go of their hug, though reluctantly. He cupped Primrose’s face with both hands and looked at her with such a sorrowful gaze.

"I thought I would lose you again," Edmund said. His eyes moved over her face and her entire body, making sure she was truly real.

Meanwhile, the people in the room slowly walked toward the door. They knew Edmund and Primrose probably needed some time alone for a while. So, they decided to wait outside until Edmund called them back in.

As soon as the door closed, Edmund hugged her once more, this time even tighter than before, until Primrose almost couldn’t breathe.

If he kept hugging her like this, she wouldn’t die from a heart attack, but from suffocation instead!

"Edmund," she finally called his name, and that alone seemed enough to bring him back to reality, since he really didn’t like it when his wife said his name like that.

But before he could speak, Primrose said, "I think... my mother saved me."

Edmund looked at her wrist and finally noticed that her bracelet had turned copper. After a moment of silence, he realized he could feel strong magic flowing through her body, filling every inch of her like water rushing through after a dam had broken.

"Is this because of the music box?" Edmund asked, unsure.

[What is wrong with that thing?] he thought in frustration. [If I’d known it was cursed, I never would have bought it.]

To be honest, Primrose didn’t understand why Edmund had spent so much money on a simple music box, especially since it ended up bringing disaster into her life.

"Not directly because of the music box, but it seems like it was one of the factors," Primrose said. "I think... I was finally able to use the key my mother gave me after I almost accidentally died because of the magic attack."

But if the music box really cast cursed magic on the people around it, why was Primrose the only one affected? What about the others?

Even Nina, who dropped the music box, was completely fine.

It felt like... the music box specifically directed the curse toward her.

"Husband, I actually just had a strange dream, a while ago" Primrose said.

Edmund loosened his hold so he could look at her better. "What kind of dream?"

Primrose bit her lower lip and fell silent for a moment, unsure of how to begin.

"I don’t really understand it, and I don’t even know whether it was just a dream or if it was truly... us." Primrose then told Edmund everything she had seen in her dream.

Just like her, Edmund also looked confused, because he truly didn’t understand what the dream meant.

"I couldn’t see your face, but... I could clearly hear your voice," Primrose said as she looked straight at him. "You sounded... sad and helpless."

Edmund stayed quiet for a while, not knowing what to say, until he finally replied, "Maybe it was just a dream mixed with what you’re going through now. You were cursed by that music box, and your subconscious created that kind of scene."

"Besides, it’s impossible for us to have met when that music box was first made," he added. "That was thousands of years ago."

Primrose pressed her lips together, then said softly, "But... do you believe in reincarnation? I mean, I went through it once. Maybe it wasn’t exactly a reincarnation since I returned to the past, but it’s still close to it."

They had even climbed the 1,000 steps of the Moon Goddess Temple, hoping they would meet again, even if they were reborn a thousand times.

What if that wasn’t the first time they had done that?

What if... they had climbed the Moon Goddess Temple together centuries ago?

She couldn’t help thinking that maybe this was the reason she couldn’t stop loving Edmund in her past life.

She had always wondered why she still loved him so deeply, even when he was cold and distant toward her, even if he never meant to hurt her.

That question had always stayed in her heart, and maybe now she had finally found the answer.

"I believe in it," Edmund said quietly. "But if that’s true, doesn’t that mean something bad happened to you back then?" He gently took both of her hands and held them tightly. "You said I sounded desperate. Maybe it was because I couldn’t save you."

In her dream, she had said her father would punish her if she brought something unholy into the temple. But truly, she still didn’t know whether it was just a normal punishment or... something far worse.

She didn’t understand, and she probably never would, unless she saw the bigger picture.

But she wished that she had a different father back then.

Even though she didn’t fully understand what the dream meant, the feeling in her chest still lingered, a strange mix of sadness and warmth, as if a piece of a forgotten past had quietly returned to her heart.

"At least for now, I’m alright. And... it seems like my seal has been broken," Primrose said with a warm smile. "That’s a good start, right? You probably don’t need to kiss me every single hour anymore."

Whether it was just her feeling or not, she could sense her body slowly growing stronger, like she could run around the manor twenty times and still not get tired.

Edmund finally relaxed a little after hearing that. The fear that had been gripping his heart began to fade, replaced by relief and happiness. Still, he didn’t loosen his hold on her completely, as if letting go for even a second might make her disappear again.

"Your magic really does feel much stronger now, so I should probably call Sir Leofric to come here, but..." Edmund paused for a moment before continuing, "I still want to kiss you every hour."

Primrose couldn’t help but laugh softly. "You don’t have to do that anymore," she said gently. "I’m not that fragile now, I think."

"But I still want to," Edmund replied without hesitation, his expression completely serious.

Inside his mind, he was completely panicking. [What if my wife doesn’t want me to kiss her as often anymore, now that her magic has made her stronger? No, no, no! That can’t happen!]

[I can’t live without kissing her! My wife—]

His thoughts stopped the moment Primrose suddenly leaned in and kissed him on the lips.

"I’m just joking," she said with a sweet smile. "Of course, you can still kiss me anytime you want."

Edmund froze for a second, almost as if his mind had completely shut down. Then, slowly, relief washed over him, followed by a warmth that spread through his chest.

"...Good," he finally murmured, his voice soft and a little sheepish. "Because I don’t think I could stop even if I tried."

Primrose chuckled gently. The heavy tension that had filled the room earlier now felt lighter. But then, she suddenly remembered something.

"Anyway, husband... where’s my father? Did he still go to Veloria County?" she asked.

Edmund gently explained everything to her, including how Salem had been clinging to the back of the carriage from the very beginning.

"Even so, isn’t it dangerous for him to go alone?" Primrose asked, worried filling her voice. "You should go back to him."

"I will," Edmund replied calmly. "But I can reach him in less than thirty minutes. So for now... let me stay and look after you a little longer."

After that, he asked the doctors to come back into the room so they could examine the sudden burst of magic energy now flowing through Primrose’s body.

Dr. Celdric might not be as skilled as Leofric when it came to magic, but at the very least, he could still understand what was happening to Primrose.

"Yes, Your Majesty, now I’m certain your near-death experience triggered the seal inside you to open," Dr. Celdric explained gently. "It seems you haven’t just become stronger, you also appear to have the ability to heal yourself, just like the beastkins."

"What?" Primrose frowned in disbelief. "That’s impossible. I’m not a beast."

Dr. Celdric smiled softly. "Yes, that’s true. But, Your Majesty... it seems that your blood carries some beastkin traits."