Possessed Wolfless: From Rejected to Vengeful Lycans' Queen-Chapter 108: Will Have Them Both

That was new. Lethia’s brows tried to knit together as her eyes narrowed at the absurd confession. She wasn’t sure whether to be offended or not. Was Zeran saying she wasn’t attractive enough to make him hard, or was it him who had the issue? She was confident—most likely the latter.

She finished the now lukewarm milk in a single gulp and stood up, walking toward Zeran.

But just as she passed by his sofa, intending to sit across from him, Zeran gripped her wrist. He pulled her in gently, guiding her straight into his lap.

That sudden landing sent her heartbeat pounding in her ears.

She had just felt a bit relieved, thinking Zeran’s annoying behaviour had helped her rebuild the walls in her heart.

But now, their closeness was like fire licking at ice, melting every icy brick she’d managed to stack.

The swirling heat in her lower belly made her painfully aware of her baby bump—eager, fluttering, clearly thrilled by Zeran’s presence and refusing to take her side in this battle for pride. frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

"Let me go!" Lethia shoved at Zeran’s solid shoulder, trying to break free.

But his grip only tightened, and those deep blue eyes locked onto her hazel ones, still puzzled and demanding answers. What should he tell her first? His mind knew damn well—every war had its cost.

He had finally found a womb that worked for him. One that could carry his child. And both mother and baby, up to this point, were healthy and strong.

Something he couldn’t achieve in the last five years of trying with artificial wombs and his frozen sperm.

The pull from her belly was so clear that it was the Lycan beast spirit, restless and loud, sometimes telling him how badly it wanted to be born into this world.

It wanted to grow strong, to become a true Lycan, to fight and break every curse ever thrown onto their kind.

There was no doubt about it. His telepathy with the pup inside Lethia felt too strong, cutting deep into his chest. Because if Lethia wasn’t his fated mate, then she would die the moment she gave birth. Just like Renar and Caelum’s mother had.

Zeran’s brow creased as a tear slipped down Lethia’s cheek.

"Why are you crying?" His voice snapped her out of the daze, and she blinked quickly.

"Who—" Even Lethia hadn’t realized she was crying. The moment Zeran pulled her closer, she found herself hypnotised by those damned blue eyes of his—again.

But this time, it felt hurt. The deeper she fell into them, the more clearly she could see it that the cold in those eyes wasn’t just detachment, it was pain. Pain that had been buried for too long.

Zeran brushed her tears away with his thumb, but she slapped his hand off and wiped her own face instead.

"There’s too much dust in this stupid big mansion," she muttered. "Because barely anyone lives here."

Zeran, with that aloof face of his, simply said, "I’ll ask the butler to call the disinfectant company tomorrow."

Lethia frowned. She wondered if she told him the white bread she ate this morning was a bit dry and hard, would Zeran call in a five-star hotel bakery chef to fix that too?

She scoffed inwardly at how absurdly easy rich people had it.

Lethia let out a heavy sigh. "What do you want to talk about? Must we talk like this?"

"The baby likes it. Helps you sleep more easily later. Or... do you want us to just sleep together every night?"

Lethia blushed at that, but kept her fierce glare on, throwing him a side-eye sharp enough to cut.

"Why would I sleep with a man who can’t even get hard?" she mocked confidently.

But Zeran just burst into that cocky laugh of his.

"Why the hell should I get hard just to sleep?"

His words hit her like a slap. She realised her mind had gone too far ahead on its own, and it was embarrassing.

She wanted to crawl under the blanket and disappear, but instead, all she could do was look away and try to keep her face blank, even though her heartbeat was hammering in her chest.

"So what do you want to talk about? Just get to the point!" she snapped, steering the conversation away.

"Have you decided yet?" Zeran asked flatly. "Will you marry me or not?"

The sudden question knocked her off guard, the awkward silence wrapping around her.

"That’s... uh... I still need some time."

Zeran looked away for a moment, as if weighing something in his head.

"You’ve run out of time." His gaze snapped back to her, sharp and pressing.

"Should we get married?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady. "Can’t we just... be partners in crime?"

"And what do I get out of it, huh? Do you really think I’d let you walk away and raise my baby alone once it’s born?"

He leaned closer, his voice low and unyielding. "I want this baby. I need this baby. And there’s no damn way you’ll just let me have it, will you? So, I will have you both!"

If this baby had been the result of a one-night stand after Varrel’s betrayal, Lethia might have just said yes without a second thought.

But ever since she got pregnant, she’d felt like she was carrying this baby alone. And now—suddenly—a powerful Lycan wanted to claim both her and the child.

She was supposed to be happy about that, wasn’t she? Supposed to feel lucky?

But the way Zeran said he would have them both unsettled her in ways she couldn’t understand.

"You need this baby? Why?" she asked, her voice laced with doubt. "You could have as many babies as you want. You froze your sperm, didn’t you? All you would need is a willing woman, and I’m sure plenty is lining up to be the mother of your pups."

Zeran frowned. "What do you mean by that? Do you think I would just recklessly give my sperm to anyone?"