Possessed Wolfless: From Rejected to Vengeful Lycans' Queen-Chapter 45: Can I Kiss You?

Lethia gasped when Caelum suddenly kissed her. Her eyes flew wide open. She hadn’t expected him to kiss her just like that.

His sweet and gentle demeanor had made her forget he was still a Tuffin beast—one who could easily be swept away by the mysterious pheromone scent on her skin.

Caelum’s thin lips brushed over hers with a soft, lingering pressure. Even though the kiss felt like a gentle pull—almost like a soft sucking—he didn’t try to part her lips or deepen it. Both of his hands gripped her jaw and nape as if he wanted to fuse their faces together.

That kiss... it was laced with longing, aching, and buried affection.

Lethia’s heart was pounding out of rhythm, and some lewd instinct in her wanted to part her lips for him—but thankfully, her common sense still held. Her hands reached behind to pat his shoulder repeatedly, a quiet signal for him to stop.

He pulled away. His eyes slowly fluttered open, and something about the way those sage-green eyes looked at her from up close made her chest soften. She could see her own reflection in the dilated pupils of his gaze. ’Is that how someone looks at the one they cherish?’

Caelum smiled. "I won’t be sorry for that kiss. Because that’ll be the last time I kiss you like that. Next time, I’ll make sure you’re the one who asks me to do it."

His thumb brushed across her lips, and Lethia instinctively pressed them shut and pulled herself away from him.

"You..." Lethia glared at him, fists tightening around the bedsheet beneath her.

Caelum smirked. "Alright... alright... slap me if you must. But still, I won’t be sorry," he added, angling his cheek her way, like he was offering it up for a well-deserved slap.

And how could she slap that porcelain face? Not only was Lethia aware it’d be such a waste to leave a mark on an actor’s face, but how could she slap someone who had just moved her to tears by bringing back the most precious memory of her childhood with her father?

Lethia shifted her position, trying not to meet Caelum’s eyes—because somehow, every time she looked into them, her heart softened.

"I don’t need your sorry. But why did you kiss me? Do you like me?"

"And why did you hug me while crying? Do you love me?" Caelum shot back.

Lethia frowned, letting out a bitter chuckle. Looked like she was dealing with someone who was hopelessly self-centered.

"That’s what I’d call instinctively showing gratitude. It was just... my reflex—how grateful I was when you brought this scarf back."

Caelum calmly crossed his arms over his chest, a small smile tugging at his lips. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

"Same with me. That’s just how grateful I am to finally find you. And... yeah, I like you, of course."

Lethia squinted at him. It didn’t feel right. She should’ve been angry for that sudden kiss.

And yet, his absurd excuse sounded infuriatingly... logical. Worse, the sensation left in her body after that kiss—it made her stomach churn, and that heat low in her belly began to stir.

She let out an irritated sigh, focusing on the part where Caelum said he liked her. If that were truly the case—

’Whisney, did you place the bead when Caelum kissed me?’

["Not yet. I was taken aback because he suddenly kissed you like that. My mind totally short-circuited."]

’What the—how the hell does a holy spirit have a short-circuited mind?’

Lethia shot a glance at Caelum, who was still watching her with those glowing, bright eyes.

For the angel and demon battling in her pitiful self-esteem, it was flustering to be stared at so intensely by a top-tier actor, one who was annoyingly handsome like Caelum.

And yet, she forced her heart to steel itself. If she truly wanted Caelum to become Whisney’s second bead mission, she had to stay composed. At least, hearing him say he liked her would make it easier to ignite the bead later.

"Why are you so quiet? Don’t you want us to reminisce about our past? I’ve got so many things I wanna tell you."

"You don’t just casually kiss someone and then casually talk like nothing happened. Unless you’re a couple. You ruined the mood."

Caelum answered with a teasing smile, "Then you were the one who ruined it. You hugged me first and caressed my cheek. How the hell was I supposed to hold back? Not to mention that honeyed scent of yours clinging to my senses, nearly woke my sleeping dragon."

He rose from where he was sitting and walked toward the teapot sitting on the table in the corner of the room, busying himself with his ritual of pouring tea.

’Whisney, can’t you just control him, place the bead, and make him lose his memory?’

["I can’t! My energy’s stuck right now. Don’t you feel it too? I don’t think I can channel it into my superpowers."]

’What? Why?’

["Your baby. I entered your body, tied to the baby’s life energy. But now, it’s acting up—blocking my power from being used. Why is your baby so damn active lately?"]

Lethia understood exactly what Whisney meant by very active. That kind of thing was completely normal for a she-wolf around the eighth week of pregnancy.

It all finally clicked—ever since she woke up from fainting earlier, her body had felt unsteady, and it was all because of the heat from the fluctuating pregnancy hormones. And no—she didn’t want this heat creeping into her bloodstream. Not now. Not here. Not in front of Caelum.

’So, what do you suggest?’

["Just kiss him with a dancing tongue!"]

’And end up getting laid?’

That was literally the only outcome Lethia could imagine if she and Caelum locked into a hot kiss right now.

The setting, the mood, the cursed biological need—it all lined up too damn well. She knew pregnancy came with hormonal waves like this, but this frequent? And why the hell did being near Renar or Caelum always make the heat pooling low in her belly turn her into a heat-crazed slut?

Still, there was no better time if she wanted to do Whisney’s second bead mission. And Caelum was the most reasonable candidate for it right now.

Lethia took a deep breath and fixed her resolve. With her fists clenched, she stood up and—

"Caelum..."

"Hmm?" Caelum turned his head, a steaming cup of tea in hand. Without a word, he walked over and offered it to Lethia.

She took a sip. The warmth of chamomile, laced with jasmine, rolled over her tongue and slid down her throat, easing the tight coil in her nerves. She drank more—almost drained it in one go.

Caelum let out a soft chuckle. "Calm down..."

’How the hell am I supposed to calm down right now?’ her mind snapped.

She put the teacup on the small table next to the bed, then turned toward him.

Caelum was already watching her—with those damn smoldering eyes that made her want to kiss him all at once.

She fidgeted with her thumbs, then stepped in. Closed the distance.

"Can I kiss you?" she asked blatantly, her eyes locked on his like a dare.

Caelum chuckled. "What? Didn’t you tap my back earlier because you didn’t want to kiss me?"

"I never said I didn’t want it," she fired back. "It just... caught me off guard, and you startled me."

Lethia never thought she could twist words this easily. Maybe that damned lewd fox’s cunning had finally stuck to her, like a second skin.

Caelum pouted and slowly stepped forward. "Startled, huh?" His voice dipped into a teasing murmur. "What if I come at you slow like this... will it still startle you?"

Only two steps left between them. Her heart slammed harder with every inch he closed. She kept telling herself this would be just a kiss. But her body didn’t buy it for a second.

Not when Caelum’s presence made the blood in her veins run reckless.

"You know... kissing a pregnant she-wolf is a dangerous move."

His dimple deepened with an amused smirk. "How could it be more dangerous than a hungry beast?"

The air thickened, charged, every breath shared between them laced with heat and something far less innocent.

Lethia felt the heat between her thighs shift—no longer just warmth, but need. A deep, pulsing ache begging to be satisfied.

And truth be told, she didn’t hate it.

If she were alone in her room, she could’ve handled it herself with anything that could ease the sting. She wasn’t clueless, after all. She knew her body and what it liked.

But now, a man stood before her. No—a beast. And every gut instinct told her this man could satisfy her in ways her own hands never could.

Whether the fox was here or not didn’t really matter. Her body had already betrayed her. But for the sake of pride? She’d just blame that sly bitch for dumping her into this filthy mission in the first place.

Lethia stepped forward with two bold strides. Now, only inches separated their faces.

Caelum’s scent hit her harder—musky, intoxicating, laced with hunger. He was just as needy as her.

With her eyes fixed on his, unblinking and unafraid, Lethia slid her palms onto his shoulders and tilted her head slowly.

A wicked smirk tugged at her lips as she whispered her answer—

"If the hungry beast should eat..."

"...then a pregnant she-wolf wants to be eaten."