The Mind-Reading Mate: Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me?!-Chapter 149: The Cold Flowers

Forget about sex, Primrose didn’t even want to move. All she wanted was to stay hidden under a mountain of blankets.

The tent had been packed with thick layers of blankets, but the cold was far too stubborn, clinging to her even more fiercely after the sun had set.

Thank goodness the tent was made from heavy, insulated fabric, otherwise, she might’ve frozen out there.

Clearly, Edmund’s earlier belief that his wife could handle Moonshadow’s cold had been a little too optimistic.

"Once we’re inside the city, the temperature will go up significantly," Edmund said gently as he held the cup of hot chocolate to her lips, helping her take a sip.

Unlike the outer roads leading to Moonshadow, the streets inside the city were built much thicker.

Beside that, ever since Edmund became king, he had even asked several fire-element sorcerers from the magic tower to plant enchanted stones beneath the city’s ground to keep it warm.

So he was confident that his wife would feel better soon.

"But honestly, this place wouldn’t be half as cold if the Marquess had done his job properly and maintained the permafrost ground regularly," Edmund muttered, a hint of frustration in his tone.

He lowered his head. "I’m sorry, wife. I should’ve checked the area myself before letting you come here."

Primrose reached out and took his hand, scooting closer to him. "It’s not your fault. It just ... happened," she whispered softly.

She set the cup aside, then opened her arms. "Just hug me. That’s all I need to feel warm again."

Edmund didn’t hesitate. He wrapped his arms around Primrose, pulling her gently into his chest.

His embrace was firm but gentle, like he was trying to shield her from the entire world.

Primrose let out a soft sigh as her body melted into his warmth. The cold was still there, but it didn’t seem so unbearable anymore, not when she was tucked safely against him.

"Better?" he asked.

"Much better," she whispered, resting her cheek against his chest. "You’re the best kind of heater."

Edmund said nothing, his hand moving slowly up and down her back.

Even though he was struggling to keep his boner under control while holding his wife like that, he chose not to do anything inappropriate to Primrose and instead focused solely on keeping her warm.

The night was growing colder, but as long as Edmund kept her wrapped securely in his arms, she could still sleep peacefully.

Once morning came, she slowly opened her eyes, blinking at the faint golden light filtering through the seams of the tent.

For a moment, she forgot where she was. All she could feel was the rhythm of Edmund’s breathing and the warmth of his arms still wrapped around her.

She hadn’t moved all night, and neither had he. It was as if he’d kept still on purpose, just so she wouldn’t wake up cold.

Primrose tilted her head slightly and looked up at him. His eyes were closed, lashes resting softly against his cheeks. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

When he was asleep, his expression became so soft and gentle, she couldn’t find a trace of the intimidating look he usually had.

She smiled to herself.

How could someone who looked so fierce while awake appear this peaceful while sleeping?

"Wife ... you’re awake?" Edmund’s voice suddenly broke the silence, even though he hadn’t opened his eyes yet.

Primrose froze in place. His voice had gotten deeper than usual, and it made her heart race so fast she could practically hear it.

"I ... I am," she replied softly, then slowly sat up, gently slipping out of his arms and away from the cozy pile of blankets.

The air felt warmer than the night before. Maybe because the sun had already risen, or maybe it was simply because she’d spent the whole night wrapped in his warmth.

"Did you sleep well?" Edmund asked, gently stroking her back. "How’s your back? Does it hurt from sleeping on a hard surface?"

But Primrose didn’t feel like she’d slept on anything hard at all. The thick pile of blankets beneath her had made everything surprisingly comfortable.

"I’m fine," she said with a small smile. Then she looked up at him and added, "Why don’t we start getting ready? I really hope we can make it to Moonshadow today."

Edmund nodded, understanding her eagerness. They didn’t waste time with a full morning routine, just a quick change of clothes before getting back on the road.

They decided to wait until they reached Moonshadow City to properly clean up.

Primrose bundled herself in her coat while Edmund made sure the soldiers were ready to depart. Before long, the carriage was rolling again, the forest blurring past as the horses picked up speed.

With every mile that passed, the air grew a little warmer and the road a little smoother.

At that moment, Primrose knew that Moonshadow was getting closer.

The closer they got, the more the scenery began to change. Along both sides of the path, delicate white flowers started to appear, glimmering like tiny crystals under the morning light.

They looked beautiful and unique, as if they had been sprinkled with frost.

Curious, Primrose reached out and gently brushed her fingers against one of them.

"They’re cold," she said with a small gasp, quickly pulling her hand back into the carriage. "They feel like ice."

Primrose had taken off her gloves earlier since the temperature had grown warmer, but now she regretted touching the flowers with her bare hand.

It truly felt like she had just touched a block of solid ice.

Edmund gently took her hand and began rubbing it slowly to warm her up. "They’re called frostblooms," he explained. "They only grow near Moonshadow. The petals absorb the cold from the ground."

He looked at the flowers lining the path and added, "That’s why they always feel icy, no matter the season, even in the middle of summer."

Summer?

Primrose doubted that Moonshadow had ever experienced warm summer air before.

She reached out again, this time without touching, just admiring the way the frostblooms sparkled in the light like tiny frozen stars.

"They’re beautiful," she murmured. "Delicate, but cold. Kind of like this place."

The flowers had also reminded her of Raven.