Possessed Wolfless: From Rejected to Vengeful Lycans' Queen-Chapter 153: Press Conference

Lethia chuckled and dropped onto the bed. "Even if you’re the one in control, it’s still my body. And how could I trust a lewd fox like you?"

["I’ve got standards, okay? I only act lewd for men who possess my beads."]

Lethia’s mind snapped at that. "So... is Caelum fine now? You can feel it, right?"

["Yeah. Judging by how my tail grew another one and is glowing even brighter, I’d say he’s still breathing just fine."]

Lethia still had her doubts, but she chose to trust Whisney, at least enough to quiet her mind and think more clearly.

She closed her eyes for a moment, took a deep breath, and replayed everything that had happened since the day she was rejected. Then she opened her eyes.

"Whisney, how much do you think Varrel actually knows about my power?"

Lethia stood from the bed and walked over to the vanity, facing the mirror. It didn’t take long before the six-tailed fox appeared with that infuriating smug look, one brow cocked in mock amusement.

"You mean my power?"

"Yeah. He mentioned something about the oracle, the black magic woman beside him. Can she really know what you are?"

"I told you already, she’s just delusional. Sure, she might sense it. But she’d never know unless I show my true form."

"Then what the hell is Varrel aiming for?" Lethia muttered, rubbing her chin thoughtfully. "He must be planning something."

"Just use your hearing power to find out."

Lethia shot Whisney a glare. The fox was behaving lazily in the mirror, squinting with that half-bored expression, tails swaying slowly behind her.

She was impossible to read, whether she was being serious or just messing around.

"No. That’s useless if I end up hearing nothing. I don’t even know when someone’s gonna say something important."

Lethia decided to leave the room. Thankfully, Varrel hadn’t locked her in like a prisoner. She walked along the corridor toward the main hall, and it was empty.

As she stepped toward the swimming pool area beyond the hall, the savoury scent of grilled meat assaulted her nose, stopping her in her tracks. She changed direction, letting the smell guide her to its source.

But before she could reach the kitchen, someone appeared from the corridor ahead on her left.

Adam.

Lethia froze. Her hands curled into fists at her sides, her glare sharpened, burning with restrained fury.

But to her surprise, Adam didn’t flinch. He met her eyes with calm, unbothered indifference, gave her a small nod, like he had nothing to be ashamed of, then kept walking, brushing past her shoulder.

"So you planned to trick me from the very start?" Lethia’s voice rose, harsh with wrath.

She turned sharply. Adam stopped and lazily faced Lethia, their eyes locked—cold, tense, like a battlefield coated in frost.

"I simply didn’t tell you the truth about myself. You never asked," Adam said, voice flat and emotionless.

Lethia’s jaw clenched. Her teeth ground together.

"If you knew what Chasey—"

"Oh, that filthy little omega?" He cut her off with a scoff. "Thanks to her slutty heat, I gained access to Zeran’s classified data. Who would’ve thought she could hack?"

"One sex was all it took. She whimpered and spilled everything. How stupid."

"Too bad she overheard what she shouldn’t have."

Lethia flinched, the pressure on her chest tightening. The fury in her eyes ignited, and without thinking, she lunged forward.

Smack!

The sharp slap echoed down the corridor as her palm struck the side of his face.

"You deserve more than just a slap. How could you do that to your fated mate?"

Adam laughed coldly, rubbing the cheek Lethia had slapped. "Fated mate? I never bought into that ancient fairy tale."

"You ungrateful bastard!"

"You should be grateful Varrel still doesn’t want you hurt," he chuckled darkly. "Well, you’ll find out soon enough anyway."

With a smug smirk, Adam turned and walked away, leaving Lethia standing there, burning with rage and a storm of thoughts.

Her mind drifted to Chasey. What did Adam mean by she’ll find out soon? What exactly was she supposed to know?

Lethia shoved the question aside and continued her way to the kitchen. Before stepping inside, she tiptoed through the hallway and peeked around the corner to get a look at the situation. A few kitchen staff were lounging around, eyes glued to the television.

And her jaw dropped.

Zeran was on the screen, holding what looked like a press conference.

’Whisney, I want to use the hearing ability now!’ Lethia ordered in her head urgently as the sound from the TV didn’t reach where she was watching.

A minute later, the audio clicked into focus inside her mind. She could hear the broadcast clearly now, and her eyes widened as she watched Zeran bow deeply, offering a formal respect to the cameras.

"I apologize for causing such a commotion and harming so many parties," Zeran began, voice steady, gaze unwavering. "It wasn’t just the name of Tuffin Corporation that got dragged through the mud, but the public trust in the credibility of the Tuffin name itself was tainted."

"As for the artificial womb, yes, that’s true. We did create the technology. But it was meant solely for personal use."

"I suffer from a rare condition. I can’t conceive children naturally, my sperm is... unique, and it needs a special kind of womb to survive and develop properly."

He paused, taking a breath. "But even with the artificial womb, finding the right match is difficult. Until one day... I received news about an IVF patient whose condition was compatible with mine."

"Of course, I wasn’t crazy enough to just ask her outright to carry my pup," he added, letting out a low chuckle.

From where she stood, Lethia frowned, her brows tightening as she tried to process the strange rhythm of Zeran’s words. Something about them sent her gut spiraling.

"But then," Zeran continued, his voice softening, "I learned about her background. And just like that, I fell in love at first sight. It’s sad. I fell in love with a woman who already had a husband."

"That was wrong. Shameful. I tried to ignore it."

His gaze lowered briefly, lips curling in a sheepish smile.

"Until one day... I saw her crying alone on the emergency stairwell at the IVF Center."

"I know... I should’ve looked away. But how could I? I’m just a fool in love."

"I dug into the reason behind those tears. And what I found was unforgivable. Her husband had been cheating on her with her own cousin. They betrayed her, then had the audacity to accuse her of infidelity, she never even did."

"They plotted to swap her husband’s sperm into the IVF procedure so they could frame her for cheating, strip her of everything she owned, and take her inheritance."

"That’s when I knew I had to save her. Protect her. Claim her as mine."

"That’s why I asked her to swap the sperm again with mine."

He straightened his back, his voice growing firmer.

"And now, she’s healthily carrying my strong pup."

"I deeply apologize for any scandal that may have harmed the Tuffin name."

"But I won’t apologize for my blind love... for the mother of my child... Lethia Ashcroft."

Zeran ended his speech with a single, respectful bow. Still wearing that unwavering look of confidence, he turned and walked away from the press conference podium without hesitation.