Possessed Wolfless: From Rejected to Vengeful Lycans' Queen-Chapter 104: Zeran’s Burden

The woman named Lindsey stared at Zeran with vacant eyes, her breath ragged, lips trembling.

"You pushed me away for years, but now that cheap country bitch gets to live under your roof? How am I supposed to accept that?"

"Is that why you tried to kill her?"

She froze. Zeran’s glare was seething, thick with rage and so intense it made her realise lying was pointless. This man could smell filth before it even hit the air.

"I... I was just trying to fix my mistake," she said, her voice shaky.

"Mistake? So you deliberately stabbed her in the lower belly?" Zeran let out a sharp, bitter laugh. "What the fuck were you thinking? Just wanted to kill the baby?"

"Wouldn’t it be better if that unwanted child died before it’s even born? You know she will—"

"Then why did you mess around with the sperm in the first place?!" His voice shot up, brow furrowed. The sight of Lindsey’s wrist wrapped in bandages, from when she’d tried to slice her veins open with a poisoned silver blade, made his chest tighten, caught between fury and something that tasted too much like pity.

"I wanted to be yours!" Her eyes welled up, trembling. "I wanted to be part of your future—"

"And even the dead flies know you would fail." Zeran scoffed. "You didn’t even bother checking if your eggs were compatible. And the sperm got swapped? How the hell does that even happen? You had to know something. You were the one who stole it."

"Do you think I would go that far to hunt her down, if I knew who the hell was behind all this?" Lindsey panted, her rage spilling out of every word.

"I was mad like crazy when I found out my eggs weren’t fertilized by your sperm. I was on the brink of burning that IVF center to the ground when they told me, and no one—no one—could explain the swap like some ghost deliberately did it."

"And that’s why I was trying to fix things," she snapped, "but your nephew messed it all up. The baby would’ve died if she just lay there for thirty minutes."

Zeran stared at her, baffled. Not a trace of regret in her expression. Too bad she was a woman—his fists itched to punch something.

He realised talking to the madwoman in front of him would only waste his time and energy.

"You’re really something," he scoffed. "This is the end of my affection for you." He turned, ready to leave the room.

"Like you ever gave me that!" Lindsey half-screamed. "You showed more affection to her than in all the years we knew each other!"

Zeran halted, turned his head slightly, fists clenched. "Be grateful I’m not exposing your attempt to murder her. Consider us even. And stop bothering me."

"No!" Lindsey shot up, then dropped to her knees. "You promised my brother you’d take care of me for the rest of your life," her voice broke, thick with emotion.

"Then consider me dead," Zeran muttered coldly. "I’ll take his punishment when I meet him later in hell."

He didn’t look back. He walked out, leaving behind the room that quickly filled with the sound of screams, wails, and paramedics rushing to calm Lindsey down.

Zeran’s firm steps echoed through the hospital hallway, laced with a conviction that this was the moment to finally cut himself loose from Lindsey. He had grown far too sick of her self-destructive games just to pull his attention back.

He closed his eyes for a moment while waiting for his car at the lobby.

The disinfectant sting of hospital wards carried by the late afternoon breeze dragged his mind back to the day Eros, Lindsey’s older brother, asked him to look after her, because their parents were already gone.

With a silver dagger lodged in his chest, Eros had gripped Zeran’s hand tightly. Zeran could only cry hard, helplessly watching Eros die. The hero had taken the blade meant for Zeran with a bravery that chained Zeran in lifelong debt.

Zeran rolled down the window, letting the wind hit his face as if he wanted it to scrape the guilt off his skin. For the past ten years, he had protected Lindsey like his own sister. But the more time passed, the more obsessed and toxic she became.

The cool air brought him slight relief. Lindsey’s behavior this time gave him a solid reason to finally break free. But another shiver ran down his spine, for the infuriating consequences waiting on the other side. They pressed heavier and heavier on his chest.

"Do you want to smoke your cigar, sir?" Derreck asked, noticing Zeran leaning into the breeze, a silent signal he usually gave when he wanted one.

"I will not be smoking for a while," Zeran replied flatly, drawing a small frown from Derreck.

"Alright, sir. I will put it away for now," Derreck said quietly as he shut the cigar box, wondering just how many days his master planned to abstain.

"Have you found the man?" Zeran’s clipped voice startled Derreck. He tried to read his face, knowing full well the report he was about to deliver would not meet expectations, but his boss only stared out the window with a blank expression.

Derreck cleared his throat. "It’s hard to track him, sir. He was a highly skilled operative from Virethrax. He was exceptionally good at disappearing and evading—"

"So you have not?" Zeran shut the window with a snap, turning a sharp gaze on him that made Derreck’s blood run cold.

"We are trying our best—"

"Don’t just try. Put your lifeline on it. He stabbed my child. So, don’t you think at least I need to crush his skull within a week? Or would you prefer to take his place?"

"No, sir! Understood. We will exhaust every resource and put our lives on the line. You will receive good news in a week," Derreck replied firmly, giving his word despite the cold sweat sliding down his spine.

"Good. Let’s go home." Zeran leaned his head back and closed his eyes.

"Uh... we can’t, sir. We need to go to the Main House, as per your father’s instruction," Derreck added cautiously. No matter how much he feared Zeran, he would never dare disobey the old man.

Zeran let out a deep, heavy sigh. "Make it quick."