Possessed Wolfless: From Rejected to Vengeful Lycans' Queen-Chapter 102: A Care She Dreamed Of

"It should’ve been done by now, right? Why the hell is it taking so long?" Renar snatched the file report and skimmed through it.

"As you can see, sir, there’s an unusual anomaly on the graph that forced us to redo the third step," one of the researchers replied.

Renar frowned, flipping the pages, then stopped. His eyes widened. "This is..."

"Yes, sir. This shows an energy level three times higher than a typical werewolf fetus."

Renar knew exactly what kind of energy that was. It wasn’t just an anomaly. Since he became a doctor, he had never seen a chart like this in person.

There had been rare cases where they detected abnormal energy patterns in unborn werewolves or lycans. Those babies were born with innate superpowers. They didn’t need training or awakening at the coming of age. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm

But this... this was off the fucking scale. This kind of chart was supposed to be just in the textbook.

"When will the final results come out?"

"Around next week, sir."

"What about the mother’s condition? How’s her response to this kind of energy?" Renar asked, moving over to the monitor that showed the shifting plasma cell activity.

"That’s exactly what worries us. According to this, as the fetus grows, the energy will continue to increase.

The mother will require special treatment, sir. At her current stage of pregnancy, she should already be too weak to walk. Should we prepare a treatment room now, sir?"

The researcher looked at Renar’s messy figure. Watching him come in like a wild storm in casual clothes made him assume that something was wrong with the L subject test.

Renar’s eyes stayed glued to the monitor. He let out a sharp scoff, a half-chuckle of disbelief. "You’ve got to be kidding me. Too weak to walk, you say? She could still run ten miles if she wanted."

His jaw clenched. The sudden silence in the lab made the researchers glance at each other in quiet confusion.

Renar turned and strode out of the lab. He pulled out his phone and opened a group chat of five members. His fingers flew across the screen as he typed: We need to have an emergency meeting soon!!

***

Lethia pouted her lips as she watched a few horses going through their usual warm-ups in the riding arena ahead of her.

She sipped her strawberry juice while lounging beneath a titanium umbrella, nestled into a massage chair humming softly beneath her.

If she weren’t pregnant, she would’ve been riding those horses already, they reminded her so much of her ranch.

Zeran’s mansion had that classic countryside charm, sitting like a quiet rebel in the middle of the buzzing modern city. And somehow, it made her feel... comfort.

It had been four days since Lethia last threw her ’friendship’ offer at Renar and Caelum.

And for those four days, she hadn’t seen them again. To be more accurate, she’d been practically caged inside Zeran’s mansion. All thanks to that stupid-ass post Caelum made.

Even though it was taken down, but the effect lingered like a curse. It left her unable to step foot outside without being recognized on the street.

’Whisney... are you still not there yet? Where the hell are you really?’ Lethia tried calling out to Whisney, but still no answer. That lewd little fox had vanished before she even met Zeran at the physical test building.

She placed her hand below her belly, gently pressing the baby bump. A smile curled on her lips, her eyes sparkling.

"Why? Are you missing the fox too?" she asked the baby softly, her palm catching a triple flutter of kicks from her stomach.

"I know right... she promised she’d protect you until you were born. But where the hell is she now, huh? You kicked her last time." Lethia kept talking to the baby, like it might help them track down Whisney together.

A soft, pulsing thump kept nudging at her palm, rhythmically, like a code. It made her giggle. Lethia believed it was her pup’s way of talking to her, since they couldn’t do telepathy yet.

Seemed like they both felt Whisney’s absence. Strangely enough, she found herself needing Whisney now more than even the awake of her wolf.

Her gaze dropped to her belly, already looking noticeably bigger than the last time she checked with Doctor Rue. Her pants had started to feel tighter too.

Maybe that’s why Zeran had insisted she not bother packing her clothes back then. He had already prepared an entire wardrobe, one to three sizes up from her usual.

A rush of heat flushed her cheeks as she remembered that one side of the closet was stuffed full of underwear in those same sizes.

What started as cringeworthy slowly morphed into a quiet admiration... it was the kind of care every woman dreamed of.

"When will he be back ho—" Lethia reflexively swatted her own mouth shut. She sounded like some clingy wife waiting for her husband to come home. But what the hell could she do? Every night, she craved the heat of Zeran’s warm palm resting on her lower belly.

It always dragged her mind back to the question that haunted her—who the hell was behind that damn sperm switch? But somewhere in the shameless corners of her heart... she was glad.

Glad it wasn’t Karmen’s child.

Or maybe, glad it belonged to a powerful lycan.

"Miss... your guest is here." Lethia turned her head and found a gentle face, the soft wrinkles at the edge of her lips folding into a smile.

"I see. Thank you, Vonda." She finished her juice quickly and followed the middle-aged butler into the living room.

As soon as she stepped in, Lethia got stormed by Chasey’s hug.

"Queeeeeennn... I’m so worried... Oh—" It wasn’t Chasey’s dramatic entrance that shocked Lethia. It was her scream, whispered in a raspy, broken voice.

"What happened to your voice?" Lethia frowned, utterly thrown off.

"She’s been scared shitless by those bulky-ass bodyguards outside," Adam answered from the chair.

Despite his calm tone and that flat-as-hell expression, his leg gave him away—it had been bouncing nonstop like there was an earthquake under him.

Lethia could feel that. She remembered how it felt, that exact unsettling tension the first time she laid eyes on those soulless guards out front.

"Don’t be afraid. They won’t bite... as long as you behave."

"So this is where the cold tycoon lives?" Adam asked, glancing around. "Is he home?"

Lethia smiled as she shook her head.