Possessed Wolfless: From Rejected to Vengeful Lycans' Queen-Chapter 98: He Needs Her

Lethia’s eyes widened. "What do you mean by that? Died? Not will die, but died?"

"Do you know that all three of us were born on the same day?" he asked.

Lethia only nodded, curious.

"This is what my father told us. We were born on the same day, just hours apart... But then, we died. At the exact same hour, minute, and second on that very same day.

My mother held me tightly in her arms, unable to accept it. Her breast milk spilled all over my lifeless body as she wept, refusing to let me go.

And then I cried. My father said the milk had somehow entered my mouth, and that brought me back to life. Not long after, my mother breastfed me properly, and my pale skin flushed with colour, and I came back as a strong baby."

Zeran glanced at Lethia’s brows pulled together in disbelief. He smirked.

"But the most surprising thing happened after that.

My parents were overjoyed, overwhelmed with gratitude. But the real tragedy was that Renar and Caelum’s mother died during childbirth.

My soft-hearted mother couldn’t bear to see their tiny, lifeless bodies lying helpless like that. So, out of pure instinct, she offered them her milk.

Within minutes, both of them cried out.

From that moment on, my mother nursed all three of us until we were nearly two years old.

And that’s how, when we turned into lycans for the first time at sixteen, we could feel each other’s pain so vividly, it shocked us.

That’s when my father finally told us the truth."

Zeran ended his tale with a face cool and composed, like he’d been rehearsing this speech for a long time.

Lethia felt overwhelmed by everything she’d just heard. But at the same time, she finally understood what he meant when he said he didn’t like small talk.

When the question carried weight, he’d gladly offer a full explanation. He had that strange talent of making even the heaviest truths easier to swallow.

Lethia cleared her throat. "Do you want me to believe that?"

Zeran chuckled. "Whether you believe it or not, it’s a fact."

"You sound like an old man who knows everything and has eaten all the bitter fruits in the world. You said you could feel each other’s pain. Does that mean my pup is a pain?"

Zeran paused, like he was searching for the right answer. He crossed one leg over the other and locked eyes with her.

"I think I’m not old enough to know everything just yet. What I told you is simply the most logical explanation about what binds the three of us. We could still wait for the fated mate test that Renar is running, but... I doubt it’ll be of much help."

"Why’s that?"

"Because... we don’t even know who swapped the sperm meant for you with mine."

"Well, in my case, there’s no way Lana would’ve exchanged a human’s sperm for a powerful Lycan’s. She must’ve been stunned the moment she realised I was carrying a super-gene baby. Maybe that’s why she still hid the genetic test results from Varrel."

"Mhm... that’s why I insisted we redo the test. She’d meticulously erased your data," he said.

"I could only piece things together by tracking down your ex-doctor. But I couldn’t retrieve the original report. That old document stated there was no match with Varrel, but it did detect strong wolf genetics. Now with this test—"

"It’ll show a 100% match between the parents. And the same strong wolf gene," Lethia’s eyes gleamed, full of sly delight. "Which means I can use it to humiliate Varrel and reclaim my name." She turned to Zeran, a flicker of admiration glinting beneath her sly grin.

"More than that. You could use it to mess with their relationship too. It’s difficult to bring down Varrel Quinnel now, not with all the support behind him. So, stripping away public trust is the first gate to breaking his legs slowly."

Zeran watched Lethia’s smile bloom, her eyes lighting up. He had expected her to be clever, but speaking to her like this, watching her mind turn and twist in real time, it stirred his adrenaline.

For a man who had always seen women as too fragile for this brutal world, Zeran was starting to believe Lethia was the rare kind. She was tough and amusingly stubborn.

Lethia, still caught in the thought of Varrel’s disgraced face, nearly missed the moment when their names were called for the test.

She was eager to get it over with, eager to start planning and to hear more of Zeran’s stories. That last part felt strange to her. Somehow, Zeran had this way of pulling people into the gravity of his words.

After finishing the test, Lethia returned to the waiting room only to find it Zeran was nowhere in sight. She wondered if he was still in the middle of his procedure.

"Miss, the CEO wants me to escort you back to his mansion. He got a sudden call and has to fly overseas this afternoon. Are you done?" Derreck’s shrill voice startled her.

"Ah... is that so?" A flicker of disappointment crossed her face.

"Yes, Miss... Shall we go now?"

Lethia only nodded in response. But then she paused.

"Uhm... Can we stop by Renar’s penthouse for a bit? I want to pick up my things."

At first, Derreck refused. Zeran had strictly instructed him to take Lethia straight back to the mansion. But Lethia pulled out her pitiful puppy eyes and guilt-tripped him into agreeing. It worked. She convinced him that Zeran wouldn’t know, as long as they both stayed silent.

When they arrived at Renar’s apartment, Lethia stood frozen in front of the elevator, holding the penthouse access card Renar had given her.

She hesitated, unsure what she’d do if she ran into him. But it was already midday, surely Renar had gone to the hospital by now.

She stepped into the elevator, trying to shake the thought. No way someone as logical as Renar would skip work just because he was sulking from heartbreak... right?

As the lift doors slid open, the two robot assistants greeted her with blinking lights and tilted heads, clearly confused.

"Miss, are you here to bring Master Renar to the hospital?" Muffy asked.

"Hospital? What do you mean?"

"He’s had a high fever since last night, but refused to let us call an ambulance."