Chapter 81: Red Cards

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Chapter 81 of "Possessed Wolfless: From Rejected to Vengeful Lycans' Queen" kicks off with thrilling moments: Chapter 81: Red Cards The moment those gunshots rang out—right when the game had just begun—Lethia... Read more!

Chapter 81: Red Cards The moment those gunshots rang out—right when the game had just begun—Lethia knew, no matter how flawless her plan had been, it would mean nothing in the end. Because her plan had never accounted for how the enemy would play theirs. She told herself not to panic, but the wild hammering in her chest was already pushing her to act fast. She ordered Whisney to activate her hearing power. Instantly, a flood of noise crashed through her eardrums, so sharp and piercing she had to squeeze her eyes shut tight. After a few moments, she managed to steady herself, adjust, filter, and separate the chaos. With that, Lethia focused, trying to figure out the enemy’s position. From what she got, squads B1 and B3 were on the first and second floors. According to the manual, each of those floors had three red cards. The third and fourth floors only had two each. From what she heard, things weren’t looking great for squad B3 down below. Squad B1—under Thania’s command—had launched an attack on them, trying to snatch their red cards. But red cards weren’t the only thing Squad B1 was after. They wanted an alliance. They wanted to team up with Squad B3 to wipe out Squad B2. The problem was that Squad B3 didn’t trust them. That was why the damn gunshots were still echoing through the halls. Shut! Lethia’s hearing time ran out, and she clenched her jaw, deciding she’d gathered enough for now. She looked over to see Rowan and Flo still packing up the food supplies, and another team’s meals were still sitting on the shelves. "Rowan, Flo, we should take all the dinner portions and leave them with just the lunch portions," Lethia commanded. "Why is that?" Rowan asked, frowning. "It could buy us some time to strategize, and the dinner portion could be the bait later if we want to be on the upper hand," Lethia snapped, grabbing another tablecloth and starting to bundle the dinner meal boxes and all the snacks. Rowan and Flo didn’t ask more. They jumped right in, sharing the work with her. The cafeteria wasn’t big, and the food had been portioned out for just the fifteen of them, so that made three full tablecloth bundles. "Let’s go." Lethia motioned her two teammates to follow. "Wait—why are we heading straight for the elevator?" Flo asked, clearly struggling with the heavy bundle in her arms. "You two go up ahead to the fifth floor. Make basecamp in Meeting Room Five. You know that meeting rooms are the only kind of room with a proper lock, right? I think they want us to set up a base. Somewhere we can wait, regroup, or plan. Lock the door the second you get there, don’t open it until we arrive." Rowan and Flo glanced at each other, uncertainty clouding both their faces. "Tch. This is Plan B," Lethia said sharply. "We’re done playing nice and clean from now on. So just trust me, alright? And if you can’t, then at least trust my pup." Her voice softened—unexpectedly. Her gaze turned pleading for the first time. "It’s still clinging on so strong... even when its mother is out here running around like a lunatic, holding a fake gun." She knew people got soft about pregnant women. Especially Betas like them who are soft-hearted by nature. Rowan and Flo finally agreed to Lethia’s plan. And the moment they disappeared into the lift, she searched for Adam and Chasey. "Adam, where are you?" Lethia asked through her earbud comm. "At office room 312," Chasey answered instead, and Lethia wasted no time heading their way. She found them both and, panting, quickly explained Thania’s team’s plan. In between breaths, she laid out her counter-strategy and told them she’d already sent Rowan and Flo to wait on the fifth floor. "How did you know about their plan?" Adam asked, sharp as always. "Once I heard the gunshots, I tiptoed through the emergency exit and caught Victor’s big mouth blaring," Lethia lied without a blink. "But that’s not important right now. You can still hear the shootout going on, can’t you? But it won’t last much longer." Her voice pressed hard, her urgency impossible to ignore. "Yeah, but we need to get this red card out first," Chasey replied. Lethia turned to Chasey, who was trembling, holding a ruler, and her jaw dropped when she saw the box Chasey was so focused on. The red card was in there. Wrapped around by a snake. For all the Gods and Goddesses... who the hell had the sick brain to throw a snake box into the office? Thinking fast, Adam decided they’d have to take the whole damn box—with the snake and the red card both still inside. They couldn’t move to the next floor if the red card they were aiming for on that floor still hadn’t been secured. And the CCTV would catch them, costing each member one life bar as a penalty. They could still divide the remaining, still-alive team to roam around, leaving two members behind to retrieve the card. But again, no one would be stupid enough to leave a red card behind. He and Lethia headed for the fourth floor with a storm of tension trailing them, while Chasey, still rattled to the bone, was told to take the box straight to the fifth floor and dump it in the meeting room. Before the elevator doors closed, Lethia buzzed Rowan through the comm. "Block the emergency exit on the fifth floor. I don’t care how, just make sure they can’t open it easily." Lethia’s goal was to build a solid defense and avoid any gunfights as long as possible—at least until the penthouse panel came close to opening. Things would only get messier if someone from her team died; they wouldn’t be able to shoot back or move carrying a mission once they got the dead indicator on the vest, and that was a risk she couldn’t afford. Two hours had passed since the game began, and Lethia had already used her hearing ability three times. Now, she and Adam had successfully located two red cards on the fourth floor. Even though Adam had to vomit and wash his hands repeatedly after one red card was found in a clogged toilet. The sounds of gunfire from below had faded completely, and that silence clawed at Lethia’s nerves. Fifteen minutes ago, she’d still heard Squad 3 holding out, with two members left alive, while Squad 1 still had three. Both teams were struggling to collect their red cards. Even though their floor had more of them, the challenges seemed much harder—Thania and Arnold hadn’t stopped whining about it. As Lethia stepped out of the office room and prepared to head back to the fifth floor, she made a sharp turn into the emergency exit and jammed the knob from the inside with a chair. She hoped that would buy them some time and rushed back toward Meeting Room 5.

Chapter 81: Red Cards

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