Chapter 78: The Game On

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Here is Chapter 78 of "Possessed Wolfless: From Rejected to Vengeful Lycans' Queen": Chapter 78: The Game On Just as her aching arms were about to give up holding... Don’t miss it!

Chapter 78: The Game On Just as her aching arms were about to give up holding Chasey back, Chasey’s pupils returned to normal. Gasping for air, she gripped Lethia’s arm and collapsed onto the floor. Lethia instinctively caught her, keeping her from crumpling further. She hadn’t expected her last words to hit Chasey that deep. "Hey... you’re back? Are you okay?" she asked gently, watching Chasey’s dazed eyes flutter. Her fangs had vanished, replaced by cold sweat trickling down her temple. Lethia clutched both their game manuals and blueprints under one arm and helped Chasey up, supporting her weight as they made their way to the room. Halfway there, Chasey muttered something that made Lethia halt in her tracks. "I... I could feel it." Chasey paused. "He... he’s my mate." Lethia was a bit taken aback by that sudden confession and had no idea what to say or do. So she just kept holding Chasey up as the girl stumbled toward their room. Once they reached the room, Lethia didn’t waste a second—she let Chasey drop onto her bed and collapsed. She was panting from sheer exhaustion. "My Queen... what should I do? I think it’s true. He’s my mate." Chasey, hollow-eyed, didn’t budge an inch—she just lay there on her side like all the fight had drained right out of her. Her stare was distant. But the moment My Queen slipped from her lips, Lethia exhaled in quiet relief. At least she was back. "But why were you so furious that you almost lost control like that?" Lethia asked, dropping into the desk chair and starting to organize the pile of manuals and blueprints she’d brought with her. "Was it because he chose to side with Victor and the others who looked like they had high scores?" Lethia continued. "NO! THAT’S NOT WHY!!!" Chasey suddenly sat up with a jolt, yelling loud enough to make Lethia wince. "It’s because he was talking to that bitch Thania." She grabbed her game manual and started crumpling it in her fists, crushing it over and over like it would bleed out her anger if she squeezed hard enough. The paper ended up wrinkled and ruined, and in every crease, it held onto every ill feeling. Lethia narrowed her eyes, recalling the scene—yes, beside Arnold and Victor, there had been two women... both chatting with Adam. "So... are you jealous?" she asked bluntly. "They were just talking. It’s not like they did anything worth wasting all this energy on." Without even glancing at Chasey, she turned her focus back to the building map spread out in front of her. "Oh My Lethia Ashcroft! I know you’re wolfless and can’t feel the mate bond. But must you say I waste my energy on something that really tortures me? Can’t you sympathize with me? Do you even know how painful it is to hide that he’s your mate while the wolf in you keeps begging to do something indecent? Oh right, you’re wolfless, so you wouldn’t know how this pain feels. So I guess I’m the one who’s supposed to sympathize with a cold-hearted bitch like you. Oh, I’m sorry to your pup for calling its mother a bi— ah no, I need to stop there." Chasey broke down into sobs after that messy, gut-spilling rant. When Lethia turned toward her at the sound of her name, Chasey’s eyes were already brimming, and then she just let it all out, weeping as the words poured through every crack in her control. Every time someone used wolfless to mock her, Lethia would usually snap—rip into them, hate them on the spot. But hearing it from Chasey, thrown like a knife and meant to wound, didn’t spark any hate in her chest. Her gut knew that Chasey wasn’t trying to hurt her. She was just... in pain. Lethia exhaled, long and heavy, before moving to sit beside Chasey, who was still crying and looked like she half-expected Lethia to smack her. Her body flinched the moment Lethia got close. Without a word, Lethia reached for the tissue box by the bed and gently wiped the tears from Chasey’s cheeks. "No need to be sorry," she murmured. "My baby would cheer you on and totally agree I’m a cold-hearted, egocentric bitch. It would gladly join you in mocking me." Chasey stared deep into Lethia’s eyes, trying to digest what she had just said—but the moment Lethia gave her a soft smile, she lunged forward and hugged her tight, her sobs breaking loose even harder. Lethia blinked, surprised, unsure what to do with the sudden hug. But then she remembered how Teressa used to pat her back to console her when she was furious. So, she simply patted Chasey’s back and let her drown in her tears a while longer. The cold-hearted bitch, silently, found herself stunned. The mate bond was so real, so damn intense, it could turn someone into a blind beast in a second. Should she be grateful she never had to feel that kind of chaos, always able to keep her life under control? Or should she envy how the pain could be so devastatingly beautiful? Because she watched Chasey lose control like that, Lethia thought she looked powerful in the most painful way. Sure, Lethia was fighting for her baby now with every means she had. But perhaps, just once, she wished she could become a beast too, and rip apart every enemy who stood in her way. The next morning, after breakfast, Lethia and Chasey headed straight to the Hall for the team member reporting. "Do you think we’ll find another team?" Chasey asked, her voice lined with worry. "We will," Lethia said flatly. "We just need to stand there and wait for another person—or group—doing the exact same thing. Then we team up." She rubbed her temples, clearly exhausted. Last night, after patiently listening to Chasey’s long rant, she didn’t pass out like Chasey did. Instead, she’d stayed up, working through several possible strategies they might need for the Red Mission. The hologram displaying the individual stats had disappeared, replaced by drone and CCTV footage of five buildings that would be used for the game. A digital clock ticked down the time until the game would begin. Rows of chairs stretched out in front of the screens, perfectly arranged as if they were all set up for a show. "Holly moly... what’s all of this?" Chasey yelped. "It’s for the executive aide trainer and the committee watching us while we’re on the game," a bass, velvety voice answered from behind, making Lethia and Chasey turn. Adam, looking as relaxed as ever, strolled toward them, accompanied by two people. One of them, Lethia thought, looked vaguely familiar. "What are you doing here?" Chasey snapped. "What do you mean?" Adam raised an eyebrow, a puzzled expression on his face. "I’ve been looking for you two since last night. Couldn’t find you anywhere. And I checked the team registration—your names aren’t there. But hey, I found us two members. This is Rowan and his girlfriend Flo. With them, we’re a team of fi—" "A team? You’re not abandoning us?" Chasey suddenly grabbed Adam’s arm, shaking him frantically. Adam raised one eyebrow again, clearly confused. "Abandon? What the hell are you talking about? Why would I abandon you two? I made a promise, and I’m a man of my word." Chasey, unexpectedly touched by Adam’s words, felt a surge of pride—turns out, he hadn’t forgotten his promise. "Promise—" "Hm. A promise that I’ll help Lethia and make sure we all become Executive Aides and leverage my benefits, like she promised." "Ah... ah... Ha ha ha... of course, that promise. Ha ha ha..." Chasey immediately released her grip on Adam and hid her flushed face. Lethia, knowing that Chasey was still sensitive and her mind was all over the place, took over the conversation with Adam and introduced herself to Rowan and Flo. Rowan was a beta, like Adam, and they’d been at the same gym during the individual test. His girlfriend was also a beta, and after a bit of talking, Lethia realized she had been in the same gym room as her, which was why she hadn’t felt unfamiliar with her face. Lethia didn’t mention what happened last night with Chasey, because it turned out there had been a misunderstanding. Arnold and Victor had definitely invited Adam to join the top scorers, but Adam had turned them down and found Rowan instead. Rowan and Flo weren’t high in physical individual scores either, but like most betas, they were sharp and strategic, with mental reflex scores nearly as high as Lethia’s. That was more than enough. At least the team had two guys, so Lethia thought the team was perfect as it was. They quickly registered their team name and chose Adam as the team captain. While Adam was at the registration desk, the other four members grabbed their gear for the mission—or the game.

Chapter 78: The Game On

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