Possessed Wolfless: From Rejected to Vengeful Lycans' Queen-Chapter 109: The Pup’s Party

Lethia blinked, confused. "Didn’t you freeze it because you couldn’t, um... do the deed the natural way?"

Zeran let out a dry laugh, utterly disbelieving. The quick-witted woman he’d seen on the game field, now acting so annoyingly naïve.

"You took my words literally? Are you daft?"

Without warning, Zeran scooped her up and moved them to the longer sofa. But this time, he shifted her position, settling her into his lap, straddling him, face-to-face.

Caught off guard, Lethia instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck to keep her balance.

Her robe parted as her legs spread over his thighs, baring the softness of her inner thighs.

Zeran’s fingers trailed along the exposed skin, quick and possessive, drawing a fluttering shiver from the nerves around her groin.

"Wh–What are you doing?" she stammered.

"Focus on me."

With one firm pull at the nape of her neck, their lips crashed together—hard and hungry.

Zeran’s grip tightened at the nape of her neck, and her lashes fluttered shut the moment her face was practically glued to his.

She frowned at how roughly his lips crashed into hers, but damn, she liked that he didn’t shove his tongue in.

Zeran Tuffin lived up to his name as the bankrupt company eater known for reviving collapsed empires.

And now, Lethia knew—he was just as skilled at devouring lips.

She’d always thought herself a damn good kisser. But with how Zeran kept nibbling hard on her mouth, leaving her breathless with every bite, it felt like she’d just met a god-tier kisser who could awaken every nerve on her body.

The kiss didn’t feel like surrender—it was restraint, raw and teasing. His lips worked hers with alternating bites on her upper and lower lips, rough but precise.

Her hands clutched the back of his shirt, trying hard not to pull him closer, not to melt into his chest, not to kiss him deeper.

She was enjoying it, yes—but she wanted Zeran to take full control, so she could later blame him if she ended up craving more... if her baby ended up wanting more.

It was their first kiss, so why the hell did his lips already feel so familiar? There was a subtle sting but loud in her pounding chest, as their mouths collided again. Something she couldn’t name... yet it echoed like a warning.

The way his other hand trailed along her thigh—from her knee up to the curve of her hip, again and again—made her lower belly ache for corruption. She almost wondered if the baby inside her was throwing a party.

His fingers squeezed her hips gently before pressing her down, holding her still, and in that moment, she felt something stiffen between her thighs, nudging her pubic mound through his pants. And this man had the nerve to say he didn’t get hard easily? Oh, men! frёeωebɳovel.com

Zeran’s eyes fluttered open, his nose resting against the soft curve of her cheek. He could smell her pheromones, thick and heady in the air as his cock hardened even more.

That scent was fucking intoxicating. No wonder Renar and Caelum had gone insane over her.

The baby inside her whimpered, soothed by what they were doing—because this, this was part of the pheromone bonding that calmed a pup in the womb. She enjoyed it. The pup enjoyed it. But he wouldn’t let himself enjoy it too much. Not now. Not yet.

He knew very well that Lethia, clutching his clothes without pulling or pushing, was her silent way of saying she would happily take this further. But that wasn’t why he started this.

His hand moved down her spine, from her nape to her lower back, and she arched beautifully under the stroke.

Just after he was sure Lethia was on the edge when her body shuddered under his touch, he broke the kiss.

The sudden stop made her pant, lips parted as she slowly opened her eyes. Her gaze wandered from his sinful mouth to those smoldering blue eyes.

Bastard!

"Can you feel that?" he smirked.

"Feel what? Your filthy lies?" Lethia sneered. Were they actually going to give in to each other tonight? The thought alone sent her blood rushing faster.

"As a businessman, lies break trust. I don’t lie—I control," he said, lips curling into a raunchy smile she couldn’t quite read.

Then, out of nowhere, his fingers caressed her cheek, and Lethia found herself helplessly following their trail. Her brows furrowed as Zeran flicked his fingers midair.

And just like that, time stopped ticking.

Lethia could feel the stillness wrap around her like a suffocating blanket. The world froze, except her and Zeran.

A familiar scene, one she’d witnessed twice before. But this time, something else happened.

After Zeran flicked his fingers a second time, she felt her body being pulled, as if sucked into a slow-motion rewind.

Everything unraveled backward until she landed back on his lap, exactly at the moment he first gripped her wrist.

She was panting hard, trying to wrap her head around what had just happened. Her horrified eyes locked on Zeran.

"Wh–what just happened?"

"A little proof that I don’t get hard that easily," he said with another smug smirk.

"Y–you... we... did we just go back in time?" Lethia’s gaze darted around in utter disbelief.

"Hm. We went back to the moment before I got hard," he said as he cupped her chin, gently turning her face back to his.

"How...?" she whispered, stunned, her expression blank with disbelief.

"You just witnessed the rarest power a lycan could ever master," he murmured. "I can manipulate time itself. Not just stop it—I can rewind it."

Lethia stared deep into Zeran’s eyes, searching for some kind of validation that she wasn’t dreaming.

"And to answer your question about why I need the baby, it’s because it might be the key to breaking the Lycan curse. For the baby to grow healthy and stronger, we need to escalate the pheromone bonding through mating."

Zeran paused for a moment. What he said instantly reminded her of what Doctor Rue had said.

"And I place a mating bond highly," he continued, his voice low but firm. "I won’t do that before marking you. So, be mine—and make sure our pup is born strong."