Chapter 21: Excuse Us

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Chapter 21 of "Possessed Wolfless: From Rejected to Vengeful Lycans' Queen" opens showing suspense: Chapter 21 - Excuse Us Renar held Lethia's gaze, caught between admiration for her brazen defiance... Continue the adventure!

Chapter 21 - Excuse Us Renar held Lethia's gaze, caught between admiration for her brazen defiance and a quiet ache for the woman before him. She hadn't even realized she'd left her ward barefoot, nor did she seem to care about the faint sunburn on her arms, had she even bothered to apply the special sunscreen? His body craved her presence for reasons he couldn't explain. He wasn't supposed to feel this primal urge—to claim his mate, even if he had one. The Unbonding Pill existed to prevent exactly that. And yet, here he was, feeling that unmistakable pull. He had once entertained the thought that maybe fated mates were real, that maybe, one day, he would find his. But never—not even in his wildest imagination—had he thought his mate would be someone this vulnerable. She was undeniably beautiful with voluminous maroon hair, hazel eyes, a slender neck, and all the delicate features most women could only wish for. But it wasn't just that. It was the way Lethia's smile bloomed, the way her eyes burned with fury yet still gleamed with defiance as she awaited his answer. This look was what made Renar feel he had to protect her, even if she wasn't his fated mate. He wondered, when this woman, who fought so hard to stand tall, would finally let her brokenness show. When would she stop living in a constant state of fight or flight? Renar stood and said, "I need to figure out what's wrong with me. And yes, I need you around to make it easier for—" He hesitated, searching for the right word. "—for research purposes." Lethia blinked, her expression flat. 'Nice... rejected, stabbed, possessed—now I'm even a lab rat.' "Fine then. Give me your number and address so I can come to you when needed." She pulled out her phone, only to realize it was dead, and instead asked him to write it down on paper. Renar chuckled at how absurd she was. "Didn't you hear me when I said I need you around? That means you're coming to live with me." The words live together left Lethia momentarily stunned. She had forgotten she was dealing with a Lycan. No matter how much Renar carried himself like a refined gentleman—intelligent, composed, and elegant—he was still a Lycan. And Lycans were the most possessive beasts in this world. They left the rooftop, Renar instructing her to wait in her ward while he returned to his office to wrap things up before heading home. Back in her ward, Lethia's gaze flicked toward the spot where she had hurled a flower vase at the CCTV earlier. Everything had already been cleaned up, and a brand-new camera had been installed. The sight of it made her shift uncomfortably, a sudden wave of awkwardness creeping over her. She recalled wearing a janitor's uniform, but when she opened the wardrobe, she found a medium-sized suitcase inside. The moment she saw the familiar burgundy color, recognition hit. 'How thoughtful. At least they didn't throw me out naked.' She unzipped it and rummaged through, settling on a crisp white shirt and a knee-length black lace skirt. As she changed, a stray thought crossed her mind when the fabric brushed her stomach—was it the hospital's advanced care that had already faded her surgical scars so quickly? Or was it that damned, lewd fox's power? Just as she closed the suitcase, she heard the door slide open. "I know we'll live together, but can't you at least respect my privacy and knock the—" Her words died in her throat as she turned around—because the man standing in the doorway wasn't Renar. It was Varrel. "Who are you planning to live with?" Varrel shot her a mocking glare. "They said you were on the brink of death, but you look perfectly fine. You even had enough strength to kick a she-wolf and exploit her weakness. Lana shouldn't have wasted her worry on you in the first place." The moment she saw him, Lethia already had the urge to hurl her suitcase at his face. But now, hearing him say that Lana had been worried about her? Maybe she should just kill him and go straight to Silver Fire Prison instead. No—her baby didn't deserve that. She took a deep breath. "Do you have any proof that I was the one who hurt her?" "What? How dare you, she said—" "You believe her word but not mine." A bitter smile tugged at her lips. "So it must be true, then. You were never genuine about our relationship. It must be true that you and she planned this twisted game just to break me. Are you not done yet? Why are you here? What more do you want?" Varrel's expression twisted. "I changed, Lethia. During our marriage, through all our struggles to have a child, I changed. I used to think I grew to love you." He exhaled sharply, searching her face. "But did you ever love me? Did you ever see me as your mate? Or was I just a tool for you, a means to become Luna and secure you power?" Lethia's eyes widened in sheer disbelief. She grabbed a pillow from the bed and hurled it at Varrel, hitting him square in the face. Lucky for him, there were no vases left to throw. "How dare you twist the facts like that?" Her voice shook with fury. "You, of all people, should know how much I sacrificed to make you the respectable leader you are now. And yet, not love you? Not see you as my mate?" A sharp, scoffing laugh escaped her lips. Varrel casually placed the pillow back on the bed, unbothered. "That's exactly why you're so miserable, Lethia. You see everything as a transaction, a measurable thing. But that's not how love works. Then again..." His lips curled into a smirk. "Maybe Lana was right. A wolfless like you would never know what love truly feels like." Her fists clenched so tightly that they trembled. The rage surged, hot and uncontainable, as she strode toward him and swung her hand—only for Varrel to catch her wrist midair. Gritting her teeth, she lashed out with her other hand, but he seized that one just as easily. A slow, taunting smile crept across his face. "Lana told me you got some immense power when you stepped on her knee. But looking at you now..." He tightened his grip. "You're still the same useless wolfless." Lethia felt her blood boil. She struggled against his hold, yanking her arms, but his grip was unrelenting. At a moment like this, she wished the fox spirit would appear—lend her the strength to fight back, to throw this ungrateful bastard straight out of this seventeenth-floor window. But there was nothing. No sign of that heavenly-satisfying power. The fox had vanished when she'd willed it away with her strong willpower. And now, when she needed it most, it refused to come. "You... I'll make sure you pay for this." Lethia fought to keep her tears at bay, but her voice was already cracking. "Don't try so hard." Varrel let go of her wrists and shoved her back a few steps. His lips curled into a sneer. "I am a scumbag, Lethia. I even swapped the sperm donor in our IVF process, with Karmen's." His eyes gleamed with smug satisfaction. "So, yes, I can do whatever it takes to get what I want. The only reason I've been holding back with you is because I pitied your pathetic soul. Judging by the fact you got yourself stabbed, looks like you've got quite a few enemies." Lethia's eyes darkened, ready to claw Varrel's face to shreds—if not for Renar appearing in the half-open doorway and stepping inside. She froze, instinctively turning away to wipe her tears, only then realizing how badly they had been falling. The room sank into awkward silence. "Am I interrupting?" Renar asked, his tone unreadable. "Ah, not really. I'm done here." Varrel dusted off his sleeves before narrowing his eyes at the newcomer. "And who...?" "I'm her attending doctor," Renar said flatly as he strode past Varrel, his Lycan aura pressing down like a warning. Varrel instinctively took a step back. Without hesitation, Renar grabbed Lethia's suitcase, then her wrist. She stiffened, startled by the sudden touch. And then, without so much as a glance at Varrel, he pulled her toward the door—only to have Varrel block their path. "Wait. Where are you taking her?" Varrel demanded. "Ah. And I'm also her fucked-mate." He tightened his grip on Lethia's wrist. "So we're going home, since she's already discharged." He leaned in slightly. "Now, if you'll excuse us." With that, Renar and Lethia walked past, leaving Varrel standing there with his jaw dropped, utterly speechless.

Chapter 21: Excuse Us

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