Possessed Wolfless: From Rejected to Vengeful Lycans' Queen-Chapter 58: Home(2)

Lethia’s mind reeled—while she and Caelum had been drowning in lust, Renar had been losing his sanity, panicking, thinking she’d gone missing.

’What the hell have I done? Why would Renar go this far? Is liking someone enough to leash the beast inside him?’

She took a deep breath, her fists clenching and unclenching at her sides, frozen where she stood, not knowing how the hell to even begin processing all of it.

A sharp sting pierced her chest, twisting her gut with guilt so heavy it made her feel sick.

’How am I supposed to take responsibility for this mess?’

"No need to worry much, Miss. That wound is nothing for Master. He possesses one of the strongest healing abilities among the Lycans in Ashenhold," Muffy spoke up as if he could read the storm behind her silence.

Lethia let out a small smile. "That’s not what I think about."

"Then what are you worried about, Miss?"

She frowned. "Why are you assuming I’m worried?"

"Because I can read your facial expression. It shows you have something bothering you in that pretty mind of yours."

Lethia let out a soft laugh, just a little amused by the ridiculous charm of a freaking super-intelligent robot.

"Glad to see you smile, Miss. Don’t worry too much. It’s common for Master to get angry at Caelum. They even once fought, clawing each other in their full beast form, just because Caelum kissed Reia—"

"Muffy! That was way too much information. Is your context filter broken again?" Tuffy snapped.

"..."

Zzztt...

Lethia already knew that buzzing sound meant they were processing something... anomalous.

"Ah, I’m sorry, Miss. I tend to get overexcited when talking about history and end up breaking my own filter sometimes," Muffy said.

’Who is Reia?’ Her mind spun. She was already far too curious about the rest of that story.

But she didn’t want to sound nosy, and honestly? She wasn’t in the mood to gossip.

Still, at least now she knew—she could get information out of Muffy becauseTuffy wasn’t reckless enough for that.

"Muffy, does the research lab have a room to sleep in or something like that?" Lethia asked.

"Yes, Miss. Master Renar always sleeps in the lab’s sleeping room whenever he’s caught in a rush of adrenaline and overworking."

"Oh... then no need to wait for him tonight. Looks like he’s not coming home."

"Is that a command, Miss?"

Lethia flinched. The damn robots were treating her like some second Master now.

Why in heaven or hell was he treating her this bloody special?

She scratched her temple, the weight of it only making her feel worse. Burdened.

"Yeah... I guess it is. I did something that made him do so."

Lethia grabbed her bag from the couch and walked toward her room. She stopped, eyes lingering on Renar’s bedroom door, a twist of something indescribable tightening in her chest.

Her frown deepened. Her sigh carried questions she didn’t dare answer.

Was it sadness? Shame? Guilt? Or all of it at once?

But her stance hadn’t changed; she couldn’t promise to return Renar’s feelings anytime soon.

Hell, maybe she never would.

Because Renar was just part of her mission. freёnovelkiss.com

And once she got everything she needed, she’d disappear into a quiet life, raising her child in peace back in the countryside. Just the two of them.

Her grip tightened on the doorknob before she finally pushed the door open.

Lethia dropped her bag on the vanity chair and kicked off her shoes with an irritated grunt.

Right. Why in the world was she even overthinking any of this?

She felt guilty? Fine. She’d deal with that. She’d find a way to ease the weight in her chest.

But Renar’s feelings? Why the fuck was she even wasting energy on something she couldn’t control?

Lethia stormed into the bathroom and stripped down.

Her panties were still damp and sticky—her own love juices proof that some of it had still been leaking.

She pressed her lips into a tight line, the memory of how gentle Caelum had been during the aftercare making her chest ache with heat.

Some of the red marks on her chest and neck had already started to surface—by tomorrow, they’d no doubt turn into bruises.

She winced when her hand brushed over her breast. The soreness in her swollen nipple stung, a sharp reminder of the fervent graze of Caelum’s teeth.

Lethia sighed heavily, weighing whether she’d been too harsh on Caelum too. What if they all ended up hating her before the fox’s mission was complete?

She decided on a quick shower—her body felt drained, and all she wanted was to sink deep into bed.

The warm water washed over her, easing the tight coil of nerves beneath her skin.

After she stepped out and dried off, she paused in front of the full-body mirror, turning slightly to glance at her side profile.

The bump on her stomach was clearer now.

’Whisney... are you there?’

["Yeah... you need me now?"]

’Can’t I call you just because I want to, not only when I’m in some needy mess?’

["Oh girl! Try living as an immortal for a few hundred years and tell me mortals don’t always come crawling when they want something."]

Lethia rolled her eyes, fed up with her nonsense.

She gently stroked her belly, remembering the moment Caelum told her that her pup wouldn’t allow them to have sex.

’Why do you think my pup didn’t want me to have sex with Caelum?’

["Isn’t that a given? Why would it want to meet another sperm just to watch it die in vain? Might feel bad for the poor bastards."]

Lethia let out a mocking chuckle. ’Such a way to say you know nothing. Fine...’

This baby of hers came with a whole bunch of mysteries. But honestly? She couldn’t care less.

As long as the baby was healthy and made it to delivery day safe, it could be the weirdest pup on the fucking planet and she still wouldn’t give a shit.

She tied the straps of her sheer nightgown behind her neck as she walked toward the door, ready to head out for dinner.

She didn’t bother changing—went straight for that see-through sky-blue nightgown. No one else was in the penthouse anyway, just her.

But just as she reached the end of the corridor and turned the corner, her steps halted, eyes widening in disbelief—

The elevator doors slid open, and there he was.

Renar stepped out with an equally shocked expression, his gaze locked on what he was seeing.

"Wh—what are you doing here?"

The dumb-awkward question spilled out of Lethia’s lips before she could stop it.

Renar chuckled, clearly amused. "I’m just... home."