Possessed Wolfless: From Rejected to Vengeful Lycans' Queen-Chapter 97: The Reborn Cursed

She wore a sapphire blue cotton knee dress, with a delicate white lace collar that hugged her figure perfectly as she made her way down the stairs toward the dining room.

Zeran was already seated, waiting for breakfast. His eyes remained glued to his tablet, completely unbothered by her presence.

"We’re leaving together this morning for the genetic test," he said flatly, without sparing her even a glance.

"I’ll go to Renar’s penthouse after that to pick up my things."

"You don’t need to. I’ve already bought and prepared everything you need."

"But I want my things! I’m not comfortable wearing underwear bought by a stalker."

Zeran finally looked up and smirked. "That stalker’s gonna be the one easing your heat every night. Watch your mouth."

The usual Lethia would’ve snapped back without hesitation. But right now, she could only feel her defiance shrink under the weight of his words. Why? Was it because he truly was the father?

’He’s such a pain! How the hell am I supposed to strike back? Should I just poison him?’

Calling him a stalker might’ve been too much, but Lethia couldn’t be bothered to find a more appropriate term for such an utterly inappropriate man.

Derreck handed her the phone she’d left in the car the day before. Lethia quickly snatched it and opened it in a rush, only to be hit with a barrage of missed calls and unread messages.

But what made her flinch was Chasey’s text. She wrote that Renar had become the center of attention when he showed up at the candidates’ gathering, and Chasey had quickly gone to him and said Lethia had left early due to a stomachache.

No wonder Renar saw right through her lie. And seeing the stack of missed calls and messages from him only twisted the guilt in her gut tighter.

Then another message caught her eye, and her brows knitted—this time from Caelum, saying Callista had blown up with rage because Zeran had sabotaged the last game entirely on his own whim.

’Oh, so this is what he meant yesterday...’ Lethia glanced at Zeran, who was still engrossed in his tablet like nothing in the world could bother him.

She cleared her throat. "Since when?" Her voice cut through the quiet, sharp and demanding. Zeran looked at her with one brow lazily arched.

"Was it from when we first met at Renar’s penthouse?"

He blinked slowly, then gave her a single, careless nod.

"So instead of talking to me directly, you dug into my background behind my back?"

Still glued to the tablet, he gave another tiny nod.

"And since the very first physical test, the rule changes, even the trainer assigned to me... all of that was under your orders?"

He didn’t flinch. His eyes stayed on the tablet, and with another fucking irritating raise of his brow, he nodded again.

Lethia’s patience snapped. Her hands curled into fists before she reached for a full spoon of peanut butter from the table and, without hesitation, dumped it right over Zeran’s damn tablet.

"Oh, for the hell’s sake, Miss, what are you doing?!" Derreck’s shocked cry pierced the air as he jumped in panic.

"Talking," she snapped.

"Oh, Miss, you should use your mouth though..." Derreck muttered nervously while frantically grabbing the tablet and trying to wipe it clean.

Lethia let out a wicked chuckle. "I learned from the best. He told me to watch my mouth, so I used my hand instead, since he seems to prefer talking with his neck."

That finally got his attention. His sharp blue eyes locked onto her.

"You crave my attention, don’t you?"

’What the—’

"When you feel I’m not attentive enough, you get irritated and have to stir something up until I’m focused entirely on you."

’That sounds true and wrong at the same time. What the hell is wrong with me? Lethia felt her own mind turning on her.’

"No... why would I?" she mumbled, avoiding Zeran’s gaze.

He let out a low chuckle. "I’ve studied you enough during the game to figure you out. You hate attention. You’re always in control of your emotions. That’s exactly why I sabotaged the game."

Lethia blinked, caught off guard.

"I needed to know what kind of person is carrying my offspring. And that survival game? It’s the best way to expose someone’s true nature.

I hate small talk. So, next time you want to ask something, ask properly in detail, and I’ll give you the best answer.

Don’t dip your toes in hot, I’ll burn you."

His voice was calm, precise, and clipped. But it hit her harder than any scream.

He was the most dangerous beast Lethia had encountered since her arrival in Ashenhold.

Renar and Caelum were dangerous too, but they still had soft spots. Not this man. Not Zeran.

And yet, what frustrated her the most was that no matter how many times she tried to fight back, she always ended up yielding under his sheer dominance.

She kept her mouth shut, feeling both cornered and annoyingly in agreement.

Zeran stood from his seat. Lethia still refused to look up at him.

"Finish your breakfast. I’ll wait in the car. You’ll have my full attention for the next five hours. It’s the baby’s nature, and it’ll only grow stronger as it grows bigger. Don’t resist. It won’t do you any good."

With that, he walked out of the dining room without another glance.

Lethia exhaled, relieved, though her brow stayed furrowed. She slowly caressed her belly, finally grasping that the "craving attention" Zeran mentioned was tied to the baby growing inside her.

The thought made her shudder in horror, craving attention from a beast like Zeran? That was a nightmare wrapped in instinct.

After breakfast, the two of them headed straight to the Genetic Lab. Lethia hated the tedious steps required for the test. She never imagined she’d ever have to go through this again.

But to her surprise, Zeran kept his word. He hadn’t touched his tablet once since they got in the car.

They barely spoke, mostly because Lethia couldn’t find the right question to ask, even though her mind was full of them.

Just as the boredom of waiting began to eat at her, Zeran handed her a cup of warm milk.

Lethia had been feeling thirsty for a while, and she had considered getting a drink from the vending machine, but none of them served anything warm.

She couldn’t help but wonder where the hell he got the milk.

After a few sips, she finally gathered the courage to ask the question she’d been turning over and over in her mind.

"If what we have is a bond because this baby’s yours... then why could Renar and Caelum smell its pheromones too?" freёnovelkiss.com

She turned to look at Zeran sitting beside her, with a thoughtful, serious gaze.

"Because..." he said quietly, "we carry the same curse. We were born and died on the same day.