Possessed Wolfless: From Rejected to Vengeful Lycans' Queen-Chapter 42: The Silver Hair

The Day Before Test Day — Flashback

"Good luck tomorrow. I think I’ve tutored you enough. Now I’ll trust you to handle the rest," Callista said as she got up from her seat, getting ready to leave.

"Thank you for your guidance." Lethia refilled Callista’s empty glass with strawberry juice. Her face looked worn out from hours of studying.

No matter how much she loved learning new things, politics was never fun.

After finishing half the glass of juice, Callista grabbed her bag, and the two of them walked to the exit.

"To be honest, I feel like you’ll do great on the interview and the written test. You’re smart enough, darling."

Lethia squinted, rubbing the back of her neck as she tilted her head side to side to stretch. "Yeah, I hope so too... because this sore body better be worth it."

Callista looked at her with a faint trace of worry.

"The real problem is your stamina... once you hit the third phase, the physical test."

"Like I said, you don’t—"

"I’m not worried about you." She cut her off sharply, making Lethia freeze. "But you should be. For yourself. And... your baby."

Callista stepped into the elevator, holding the door open as she kept her eyes on Lethia.

"I already told you the general idea of what the physical test will be like. But each time, it changes. You’ll need someone you can count on. Try to find someone reliable to help you when the test comes. In the end... you’ll need an ally to survive in this place."

She gave her a sincere smile as the elevator doors closed, leaving Lethia alone with that heavy truth—where the hell was she supposed to find an ally now?

End of Flashback

***

Lethia gave a faint smile at what Adam said. She liked how quick-witted and sharp he was.

If only he knew just how many wild cards she still had left to play.

"It’s no wild card. I was simply using my privilege to... make friends," she said, nearly letting my benefit slip off her tongue.

"You both know I’m pregnant, right? So I’ll need company during the physical test later. It’s not like I’ll bother you all the time—I’ll handle everything myself first. Just..." She paused, searching for the right words. "Just in case I need help... I want you both to help me."

"We’ll be ready!" Without missing a beat, Chasey nodded enthusiastically. "But even if you didn’t promise us a chance to mingle with Tuffin, I’d still help you if you needed it. Right, Adam?"

Her hopeful eyes met Adam’s blank, unbothered stare.

"Helping a pregnant woman isn’t something you need to think twice about. That’s just common sense," he replied coolly. "So, whatever you ask from us... should be more than just that, isn’t it?"

Lethia smirked. "You’re not entirely wrong. And I do hope our friendship continues even after we become Executive Aide."

Chasey nodded along to Lethia’s words, then turned to Adam with a pleading look, silently begging for him to agree too.

"What if we don’t pass the writing test?" Adam asked.

"I’ve got good judgment. And it looks like both of you will pass easily." Lethia rose from her seat, ready to return to the test hall.

Before she walked away, she glanced one last time at her two soon-to-be allies.

"But... if you don’t pass the writing test, well, that just means you’re not cut out for mingling with the elite." She gave them a sly smile. "So it’s only fair if I go looking for other friends, right?"

With that, Lethia left the cafeteria, Chasey immediately trailing behind her.

Adam, still seated, let out a small grin at Lethia’s words. "Damn... she’s hot," he muttered under his breath, then quickly jumped to his feet and ran after them. "Hey! Wait for me!"

Lethia, Chasey, and Adam headed back to their respective test rooms. As they walked down the corridor, Lethia’s breath came ragged, like she’d just finished a cardio workout.

She couldn’t believe she’d managed to bluff that hard.

First, the whole making friends thing? Definitely not her daily routine. Second, saying with full confidence that both of them would pass the writing test? That was pure impulse.

She laughed at herself under her breath, amused at how much she’d rambled her way through that whole thing.

But that wasn’t some mindless ramble. Callista had offered her a guaranteed pass with score manipulation, just in case Lethia failed to make the cut on her own. That was as far as Callista could go, though. She couldn’t do anything to help with the physical test. So, Lethia leaned on the hope, maybe, just maybe, Callista could help them too if things went south.

It was a gamble. And she just prayed they’d all pass without needing any of that nepotistic rescue.

Not long after she entered the testing room, the writing test began.

Lethia breezed through the first and second parts with ease—the study guides Callista had given her aligned perfectly with what showed up. Nailed it.

The problem came in the third section. This one hit special knowledge—Ashenhold’s history and geography.

It wasn’t that Lethia was too lazy to memorize things. But growing up in the countryside, she’d never imagined herself living in Ashenhold, let alone needing to know it down to the damn rivers and founding dates.

And with the ridiculously short study time? She’d already thrown in the towel on those stacks of printouts Callista had shoved her way.

But this was Lethia. Giving up wasn’t part of the equation.

She dragged Whisney into her mess. The lewd fox was a walking history archive, and Lethia knew well her pride couldn’t accept nepo-help from Callista. Fair play? For Lethia, this was her version of fair play.

["You can just write that in the year 2456, Ashenhold was rebuilt for the first time."]

’Are you sure it’s 2456? Not 2465?’

["Ugh, girl! Twist your mind all you want, but don’t you dare twist history!"]

Lethia and Whisney powered through that third section, bickering the entire time like an old married couple, but yeah—they got it done.

After the test, Lethia left the room, planning to meet Callista. She wanted to tell her she’d finished and hand her the homemade cheesecake as thanks for the help.

She knocked on Callista’s office door—no answer. So she let herself in.

The room was empty.

She shrugged and decided to just leave the cake on the desk.

But the moment she stepped inside, something slammed through her chest. Her heart skipped and then hammered, blood rushing so fast it roared in her ears.

Everything felt distant, her balance tipping, her limbs suddenly weightless and wrong. Light-headed. Dizzy. Off.

She knew she was about to collapse.

Just as her knees gave in, a pair of arms caught her with a firm grip. She glimpsed silver hair right before everything went black.

And then she passed out.