Possessed Wolfless: From Rejected to Vengeful Lycans' Queen-Chapter 35: Don’t pity me!

"Yeah... that creepy clone. Don’t get tangled up with him unless you want to go as mad as he is." His face soured at the mention.

Not long after, the door slid open. A few waitresses entered the room, followed by a robot trolley rolling behind them, stacked with desserts prepared for Lethia.

But the moment one waitress placed a tray in front of her and uncovered it, Lethia’s expression twisted into absolute horror.

Her eyes sparked with fury, deep, visceral, unfiltered rage. Her parted lips trembled, her fists clenched tight like they might crack her own bones.

She wanted to slam that tray into the wall—hard—but she gritted her teeth and forced herself to stay still.

"Throw it."

The servants glanced at each other in confusion, clearly thrown off by Lethia’s outburst. Renar, just as stunned by her sudden shift, tried to cut through the tension with a careful question.

"What is it, Lethia? Isn’t this your favourite dessert?"

"Just get this the hell out of my sight!" Her voice was sharp, her glare even sharper. "Or should I throw it myself?"

Renar caught the storm in her eyes, rage, disgust, something that ran deep. He immediately gestured for the servants to take the orange pie away. They obeyed without hesitation, walking out of the room in silence.

"Lethi—"

"You are so noisy..." Her voice cracked, her eyes glossed over with tears.

Renar stood frozen, speechless. Nothing he said would fix this. Nothing would bring back the light in her eyes. So, he waited. Waited for her to say what was clearly eating her alive.

The second she laid eyes on that pie, her breath had turned heavy, thick with grief. She knew she’d ruined the mood. But what was she supposed to do?

That pie—that damned pie—always dragged her back to the day her father died.

A day that was supposed to be filled with joy... the day she was meant to come home with the happiest news of her life—her pregnancy. But instead, it ended in tragedy.

She remembered that incident like it had just happened. The orange pie sitting perfectly on the table beside her father’s bed... and his lifeless body right next to it. Some of the servants had whispered he’d been waiting for her. Waiting to celebrate the pregnancy news with their shared favourite—orange pie.

Since that day, she couldn’t stomach orange pie anymore. Even the sight of it was enough to spike her blood pressure and make her want to smash whatever was within reach, just like now. fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

"You should fire the person who ran the background check on me. They missed the most important part about my absolute hatred for orange pie."

Lethia lowered her face as silent tears streamed down her cheeks.

"I... I’m sorry..."

She let out a bitter, broken laugh through the sobs. "Why should you? It’s just..." Her voice splintered as her body trembled. "I... I... I—"

Her head slowly lifted, and she looked straight at Renar, sobbing hard. Her breath hitched in short, shaky bursts as she struggled between crying and trying to breathe through her blocked nose. Her eyes, heavy and drenched in sorrow, pulled something deep inside him—something that made Renar rise from his seat without a second thought and walk straight to her.

It was the third time Renar had seen this furious, guarded woman fall apart in tears. But this time... something felt different. This time, her pain didn’t push him away. It pulled him in.

Without a word, he knelt before her and wrapped his arms around her.

He brushed her hair back gently and whispered against her ear, "I’m sorry."

Lethia rested her chin on his shoulder as the tears came harder, soaking into his coat.

"I... I—I miss my father. This pie... this damn pie was the last thing he bought for me, but... but we never got the chance to eat it..." Her voice cracked so hard it shook her lips.

Renar, finally realizing which thing went wrong, could only pull her into his arms and hold her tight, cradling the back of her head in one hand while his other palm softly patted her back in steady, soothing rhythms, as if trying to coax her pain into calming down.

Lethia felt warm in his arms. Safe. But somehow, it only made her cry harder. The tears refused to stop, spilling from some place far deeper than she could name.

For a long while, they stayed like that. Lethia wept in quiet gasps, and Renar just kept holding her, never letting go, his hand tracing slow, patient circles on her back... like he could carry her through the grief if he just stayed close enough.

Lethia finally managed to steady her breath and pulled herself from Renar’s embrace. She looked at him, a small smile forming as she wiped her tears away.

"I never knew I could feel this comfortable crying in front of you. I didn’t even cry in front of my ex-husband."

"You can cry more if you want. I’m sorry—"

Lethia let out a soft chuckle. "Please don’t be. I’m probably just overly emotional ’cause of the pregnancy hormones. I appreciate you caring enough to bring me my favorite foods. Just... remember—no more orange pie."

Renar’s chest tightened. This woman, who always carried herself like a fortress, hid her pain so deep no one could’ve guessed it was there. He gazed into her eyes and brushed back a strand of her maroon hair, tucking it gently behind her ear.

Lethia flinched. His touch was disarming. Soothing. The ache in her chest eased just slightly.

"Why? You pity me?"

Renar shook his head. "I admire you. You’ve held yourself together so damn well. I’m proud of that."

She didn’t expect that. Not from anyone. Her gaze darted away, flustered by the quiet weight of those words.

"Why would you be proud of me? I didn’t really have a choice but to be strong. It’s not like I earned a medal for surviving."

Renar let out a short laugh. "Alright... alright... I can’t win talking to you." He stood and returned to his seat with a smirk tugging at his lips.

Lethia followed suit, standing up as well, and told him she needed to use the restroom. Once inside, she splashed her face with cold water. Her eyes still felt heavy, but they weren’t swollen or red, just tired. She looked at her reflection in the mirror.

Should she call the fox now?

She wasn’t sure she’d be able to finish her mission if Renar kept treating her this gently.

But the moment she stepped out of the restroom, she froze. A man was leaning casually against the wall just outside, smiling at her like he’d been waiting for hours.

"I thought I was hallucinating... but it really is you, my flying queen," Caelum smirked, his eyes burning like sin.