Possessed Wolfless: From Rejected to Vengeful Lycans' Queen-Chapter 83: Bait Us Out

After returning from the restroom, Lethia spotted Rowan and Flo eating quietly.

Chasey was still hunched over her long ruler, using it to nudge the snake inside the box, trying to shift it just enough to grab the red card suppressed underneath.

No wonder Chasey was so sharp and easy to get along with—turns out she’d been part of a hiking community and used to trekking mountains through the countryside.

So really, snakes were nothing. If she ever ran into a mutated abstract beast in the middle of the wild, she’d probably fight it fearlessly.

Then Lethia’s eyes drifted to Adam, who was eating alone, seated apart from Rowan and Flo. She walked over and quietly sat beside him.

"I’m sorry," Lethia said carefully. Back in the restroom, she’d been turning over the right words to say to him.

Adam had looked a bit off earlier. But being direct and honest without sugarcoating things was always the best way to speak to a Beta like him.

Without pausing his meal or even looking up, he asked flatly, "Sorry for what?"

"I feel like you’re sulking because I changed the plan."

He stilled, then glanced her way. "For someone brilliant at strategy, you sure do feel too much." A crooked smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

"I’m fine. I just thought maybe, just once, a Beta like me could lead a team. But I can’t compete with your Alpha she-wolf dominance, can I? That’s just how our nature is.

Besides, everything you’ve done so far has worked in our favour. So why the hell would I be sulking over that? I’m just thinking about our next move."

Adam kept eating casually, and that alone made Lethia feel both relieved and moved. He acknowledged her as the Alpha she-wolf, even though she was wolfless.

"Do you have a plan in mind? I was thinking about building a barricade and luring them in through the emergency exit with food. Once they enter, we shoot them straight from behind the barricade," Lethia said with bright enthusiasm, adjusting her seat as her eyes sparkled, waiting for Adam’s response.

"Good idea. But what if we add this—"

In between bites, Adam laid out how his plan and Lethia’s could be combined, and soon after, the five of them gathered to map out their next move.

After Squad B2 finished their lunch, they began arranging the battlefield on the fifth floor.

Lethia was confident that her strategy to lock down every emergency exit on the third, fourth, and fifth floors would make the enemy more cautious before attacking.

Even without activating her hearing ability, she could catch the faint sound of footsteps and hesitation echoing behind the emergency door.

The enemy still couldn’t tell whether Squad B2 was hiding on the fourth or the fifth floor.

From that, Lethia assumed they had already stormed the third floor and were now enjoying their lunch.

She would save her hearing ability for when they began breaching the fourth floor.

That hesitation gave Squad B2 just enough time to lay out their plan of annihilation.

They started by setting up a paintball trap using strings and rubber bands.

That method made anyone crossing the line trigger a hail of paintballs without Squad B2 needing to fire a single shot.

Then they built a barricade-fort from tables, chairs, and stacks of file folders.

Squad B2 also placed a pile of meal boxes right in the middle of the room to lure the enemies into walking through the trap wires.

Time flies, and it had been eleven hours since the game began, and Squad B2 was fully prepped to welcome the enemy team.

Still, restlessness crept in. Why hadn’t they been attacked yet? Squad B2 started to wonder if their enemies weren’t hungry at all, considering it was already 11 p.m.

An hour ago, Lethia had used her fourth hearing ability and caught the opposing team finally breaching the fourth floor.

But they didn’t come in right away. They were struggling to open the safe-deposit boxes containing red cards, so only one of them could move up and down to check the situation.

They clearly didn’t want to risk losing more lives. Because the door to the sixth floor, where the Guard’s base was, would only open one hour before the penthouse panel did.

Lethia had asked Adam to give the order for the team to rest in shifts if they wanted.

No point in burning out now; they still had seven more hours to stay alert. The rest of Squad B2 didn’t care either. They still felt energized because they hadn’t even fought anyone yet.

Lethia sat back, satisfied, a proud smirk curling on her lips. Her defense system was running smoothly. She was confident in her plan to keep her entire team alive until the penthouse panel unlocked.

BANG BANG BANG!

Finally, the sound of the emergency exit being bashed in made Squad B2 freeze mid-motion in the middle of their rest. They stared at each other, wide-eyed, adrenaline shooting. In a rush, they scrambled to their hiding spots.

BANG!

BANG!

BANG! RATTLE! THUD!

The enemy team had started forcing the door open. Each bang against the door was deafening, and every slam made Lethia’s heart race faster.

She could see the wire stretching further and further with every violent pull on the door.

"Will they keep banging the door?" Chasey whispered to Lethia from their hiding spot.

"Of course. They did the same thing on the third and fourth floors. This is the last floor before the guard’s base on the sixth. They’ll try anything to break through." Lethia explained.

"Took them long enough, though—" Chasey couldn’t even finish her sentence before the door creaked halfway open.

Everyone was on standby.

THUD!

CREAK!

CRAAASH!!

"What a FUCKING COWARD! You think this shit will make you win? Kiss my ass!" Victor, whose life bar was hanging by a thread, recklessly fired paintball rounds toward their barricade.

Lethia ducked and winced, not because the shots pierced through, but because the deafening noise made her head spin.

In that moment, she figured Victor was mad alone. From her infuriating hunch as she peeped, he looked like a pawn thrown in just to maybe spy on them.

"Don’t panic and don’t shoot," Adam’s voice came calmly through the earbud comm.

"He’s alone. Looks like they sent him to bait us out," Lethia replied.

Victor stopped firing, smirked like a lunatic, and casually stepped into the office, tossing his rifle aside like it meant nothing.

’Wait... something’s off.’ Lethia shifted, then took another position to get a better look at the emergency exit.