Possessed Wolfless: From Rejected to Vengeful Lycans' Queen-Chapter 33: Dinner Date

Renar flashed a wicked grin when he caught Lethia blushing and glaring at him. He didn’t even understand what the hell he was feeling this time, but watching someone like Lethia, who always looked so tough on the outside, flush just from his teasing? It thrilled the hell out of him.

He wanted to know her more, not just through the primal pull between them, but through the parts she hid behind that sharp, guarded shell. Ever since he brought her back from the hospital, something always came up between them, keeping them from having any proper deep talk.

Renar chuckled, "I got bored of the robot’s cooking. I wanna spoil my tongue with a proper human meal. C’mon!"

Lethia squinted at him in annoyance, clearly irritated by his teasing. She patted her cheeks to cool the heat building there before stepping out of the car. Even though they’d both admitted last night’s foreplay was pure lust, she couldn’t just shove it out of her mind like it meant nothing.

’Whisney... are you there?’ she tried calling for the fox spirit as she jogged lightly, trying to catch up to Renar’s longer strides.

Renar, noticing she was falling behind, slowed his pace to match hers. He caught a glimpse of her walking normally again, though her face was still ducked down—clearly still flustered from his earlier words.

"I’m not that good at cracking jokes, alright?" he muttered, a bit sheepish. "So just think of that as my attempt at flirting."

Lethia glanced at him thoughtfully before letting out a small laugh when she caught on to what he meant.

"You know," she said between soft chuckles, "saying that just made it even more awkward—’cause the joke wasn’t even funny in the first place."

She kept giggling, clearly finding the moment itself way funnier than the joke itself.

"But you laughed in the end. So, that’s enough," Renar said with a faint, relieved smile, just glad he could see Lethia smile again.

["Enough, he said? Hah! Liar."]

Lethia blinked in surprise when the fox’s voice suddenly echoed inside her head.

["You called me just so I could witness this stoic, slow-witted man give that lame excuse of a flirty joke?"]

Lethia burst into laughter at the fox’s brutal roast. Her laugh made Renar glance at her in confusion as they stepped into the elevator heading up to the Sky Lounge restaurant.

She quickly slapped her hand over her mouth and turned her face away, not wanting to explain anything. The elevator had mirrored walls, so she shifted to face the reflection instead, spotting Whisney’s spirit looming there.

’Didn’t you choose this logic-driven man because he’s attractive?’

["Yeah... but now I’m starting to hate his personality. He should stop overthinking and act like the beast he’s supposed to be."]

’So, what does he need to do in the next stage? Protect me? How? Does he need to actually become a beast to do that?’

["Ah... the next stage, huh. Why so impatient? He’s still at the liking-you phase. To protect you? That needs a high-stakes situation—like him nearly losing his life. So yeah... it might take a while for Mr. Hyper-Logic over there to feel that deep."]

Lethia huffed, clearly annoyed. She had no damn clue why Renar liked her in the first place—so how the hell was she supposed to make him want to sacrifice himself for her?

’It must depend on his willingness, right?’

["Of course... A fox’s life bead only responds to the host’s genuine heart."]

Lethia let out a mocking chuckle at how ironic, hearing a cunning fox talk about sincerity.

Ding!

The elevator doors slid open, and a wave of delicious aromas greeted them. A floor manager stepped forward, asking if they had a reservation. To her surprise, Renar had already booked one. The manager escorted them to a spacious VIP room, fitting about six people.

"I’ve ordered the restaurant’s best set menu. But if you have a preference, feel free to choose on your own," Renar said, handing her the menu.

Lethia stared blankly at the unfamiliar names, each one more confusing than the last. Out in the countryside, there were no places like this, let alone dishes that sounded like they belonged in another world.

"I’ll trust your choice then," she murmured, shutting the menu and pushing it aside.

Renar nodded at the manager to confirm their order. Once they were alone again, that awkward air crept in.

Now that she thought about it, from the very beginning, she’d only seen Renar as a need—someone to fulfill a role. And, surprisingly, he always had.

Despite being spellbound by her scent, she never truly understood what Renar thought of her. But if she had to guess... a mad, pregnant woman probably summed up how he saw her. And yet, Whisney claimed he’d started to like her.

"Renar..."

Her hazel eyes that glowing softly with a hint of exhaustion, met his gaze. It was the first time she’d said his name like that, her voice delicate and melodic, ringing in his ears like a song.

Renar waited for Lethia to speak again, but she only stared at him intently, quietly.

"Why? Do you need something?" he asked, reaching for the glass of water in front of him and taking a sip.

"Do you like me?"

Her sudden question made Renar choke on his drink.

"Wh—what?"

"You heard me," she said, calm but insistent. "But that’s not what I’m curious about." She fidgeted with her thumbs. "Why do you like me?"

Renar already saw her as shameless, so she figured she might as well own the title.

He exhaled, eyes dropping as he looked down and chuckled softly to himself.

"Do I like you?" he echoed. Then he paused. "Why are you sound so sure that I do?"

"Am I wrong?"

A faint smirk tugged at his lips. "Not really. But... I’m not even sure if I should call this feeling ’liking you.’"

Lethia chuckled, almost mockingly. "If you’re uncertain about something, it probably means it is real. You wouldn’t be confused over something you didn’t feel at all, right?"

"You’re such an interesting woman. That was the first thought that came to mind when I saw you," he paused, "is that reason enough for why I like you?"

"Not really... That’s way too vague."

Renar leaned back in his chair, arms folding over his chest as he fixed his gaze on her—sharp, as if dissecting her.

"Do I really need a reason for a feeling?"

"You tried to reason out whether I’m your mate or not with that test," she countered. "So why not try reasoning out your feelings too?"

Renar was impressed. She’d been watching him, dissecting him, and somehow, she’d drawn conclusions dangerously close to the truth.

Even he couldn’t explain why her scent had driven him to obsession... why it had made him act completely out of character.

A logic-driven man like Renar had never wasted his time on a woman. If it were just lust, he could’ve claimed Lethia already and gotten it over with. So why had he insisted on doing the test? Why did he like her?

"I wish I could explain it," he murmured. "But I can’t. You’re the first person who’s ever made me stop searching for reasons behind what I do."

Lethia parted her lips slightly, confusion flickering in her eyes. Her straightforward mind couldn’t quite process what he meant.

Renar chuckled, sensing her confusion.

"In other words," he clarified, "let’s just say... everything I’ve done was to make you stay with me a little longer."

This time, Lethia heard him loud and clear. The meaning behind his words struck a nerve, tightening something inside her. She didn’t know how to respond.

"Don’t overthink it," he said gently. "Why don’t we just get to know each other slowly? I mean, I could get all your personal details with a snap of my fingers... but that’s not what I want. I want to know you. The parts of you that I won’t find on paper."

Lethia was deeply moved by Renar’s honesty. From the way he spoke, she could feel he was just as lost in his own feelings.

"But... I think I can’t like you."

"You think. That’s not reality. And hey... you’re not obligated to return anyone’s feelings. So you do you."

This dangerous man wasn’t good for her heart. His sweetness could make it leap right out of her chest from the sheer shock of it.

Soon after, their dinner set arrived. The intoxicating aroma rising from the plates made Lethia gulp hard.

She and Renar continued discussing the preparations she needed for the recruitment exam while enjoying their dinner. At first, Lethia hadn’t expected the exam to be that hard—until Renar laid it out for her. She’d have to face an interview, a written test covering general knowledge of werewolf society, and a physical fitness test.

Chewing on the venison steak Renar had kindly sliced for her, Lethia furrowed her brows as she heard about the physical test. Relief swept over her; she might be a weak wolfless, but surely she could rely on the spirit fox’s power within her, right?