Possessed Wolfless: From Rejected to Vengeful Lycans' Queen-Chapter 57: Home

Renar’s car pulled up right in front of the elevator entrance, making Lethia wonder why he didn’t bother parking.

"You should go up first. I need to be back at the hospital. Tuffy already prepared your dinner. You should eat before resting."

He handed her the access card, speaking like a damn robot, his voice so cold it barely felt human.

Lethia glanced at the dashboard clock and frowned. "Back to the hospital at this hour?"

She wondered what kind of plastic surgeon had to rush back to a hospital late at night like some overworked ER doctor.

Renar didn’t meet her eyes. He just nodded. "I need to finish something in the research lab."

From the way he moved, the way his gaze avoided hers like poison, she could feel it; he didn’t want to be anywhere near her tonight.

She caught the tight pull of his brow. The stiff line of his jaw clenched so hard it looked like he was holding back pure rage and irritation. Well... maybe Lethia did deserve that.

"Be careful then." She stepped out of the car, the door having swung open by itself for a while.

She wanted to say it—that he didn’t have to avoid her like this.

But she held it back. Saying it would’ve made it more awkward and felt pointless.

Dragging her feet, she headed toward Renar’s private penthouse lift and tapped the access card.

The second she stepped inside, the cold air wrapped around her like steel, made her shivered.

Her mind flicked back to what Renar had told her about Lycans—how they needed fated mates. How they could even create them.

He hadn’t explained it clearly. When she asked, all he said was that he’d tell her everything once her test results came out.

But briefly, he had admitted one thing—the image of Lycans being against the idea of fated mates wasn’t entirely true. They quietly craved for it.

The elevator doors slid open, and Lethia was greeted by the butler robot, Muffy, his golf-ball-sized eyes blinking at her.

"Welcome home, Miss. You’ve arrived quite late."

’Home?’ It had been a while since she’d heard that word.

"Yeah, time flies fast for sure. It’s already past ten." She tossed her bag on the couch and twisted her body left and right, trying to stretch out the stiffness that had taken over her muscles.

The foreplay she had with Caelum earlier had definitely left her worn out and aching.

When Tuffy, the robot chef, handed her a glass of orange juice, Lethia took it with a relieved smile. At least Tuffy had gone back to functioning normally after being clawed to hell by Freya.

That jealous little cat never greeted anyone except Renar whenever someone stepped into the penthouse.

And honestly, that was a relief—because Freya always hissed at her like she was seconds away from scratching Lethia’s face off.

"Tuffy, I’ll have my dinner after I take a bath. Can you keep it warm for me in... thirty minutes?"

"I shall do that, Miss. Will you have dinner alone? Because my master instructed me to prepare dinner for both of you two hours ago. Where is the master?"

’Two hours ago? That was when me and Caelum were still...’

"Yes, just me alone. Your master still has work to finish in his lab."

Shhhfft... zzzt...

Shhhfft...

Beep... beep...

The slick, mechanical hum from Muffy and Tuffy filled the room as both robots shook their metallic heads in unison like they were confused. Lethia frowned because their movements felt off.

"That is not possible. Our master has no scheduled activities after 7 p.m. today," Muffy replied.

"Maybe it’s an emergency call," Lethia added.

Shhhfft...

Beeeeeeep...

Muffy went still, yet the strange mechanical noise kept coming from him, his eyes flashing red like warning signals.

"No. There is no emergency call requesting him to be there at this time."

"You can even access his call log?" Lethia blinked in awe at Muffy’s explanation.

"And he did not cancel the dinner order for two. This has never happened before. Adjusting the change by Lethia’s voice. Second in command," Tuffy explained, making Lethia let out a small laugh at the phrase second in command.

Zzzt... beep...

"Yes, Miss. We’re connected to all electric devices the Master carries or wears—everywhere, every time," Muffy responded.

"And about that second in command?" Lethia’s curiosity grew as she slid onto the high chair at the bar area, sipping her orange juice.

"Master configured your voice to give you command access over us for daily chores. To ensure your comfort during your stay here."

Lethia took slow, deliberate sips of her juice, savoring the sweet, citrus tang of the high-quality fruit. She chuckled softly, a sound wrapped in disbelief and warmth.

Renar’s thoughtfulness melted into her bones, and just like that, the comfort, the sweetness, the calm made her feel like she was home.

Then her gaze caught it. The white wall separating the dining room from the living area had cracked, and thin, veiny lines trailing up to the ceiling.

Her jaw dropped. Worry washed over her.

"Muffy, what happened here?" Lethia stepped closer to the cracked wall. "Was there an earthquake or something?"

But as she looked more carefully. With squinted eyes, she noticed a faint red smear between the fractured lines. ’Is this blood?’ she asked inwardly.

"No, Miss. That crack appeared after Master punched the wall when I finally managed to trace the CCTV from Lykon Haven, which showed you being carried by a hooded man wearing a mask, into Caelum’s car," Muffy replied matter-of-factly.

He then continued explaining how Renar had gone frantic with rage, ordering Muffy to track Lethia’s whereabouts when her phone went unanswered, and the CCTV footage only captured her leaving the written test room.

"Several parts of the footage were missing or appeared to be skipped. But Lykon Haven’s security team couldn’t restore the corrupted data quickly. So Master asked me directly, and that wall cracked after my report. After that, Master left... with blood on his knuckles. And so far, only you have returned."

Lethia opened her mouth, but no sound came out.

Her gaze shifted to the orange juice on the table bar, the cracked wall before her, Tuffy preparing dinner as if nothing happened, and the rest of Renar’s penthouse wrapped around her like a warm, soft cotton blanket. Like a proper home.