Possessed Wolfless: From Rejected to Vengeful Lycans' Queen-Chapter 171: Off-Road

Whisney’s shrill voice echoed inside her head, making Lethia gasp in shock.

’Whis–Whisney... are you back?’

["I’m tired of that startled tone of yours, like you’re wishing I’d never return. Whose fault is it that I drained my energy and collapsed?"]

"Queen... are you okay?" Chasey’s voice snapped Lethia back.

"I’m fine, Chasey. I need to go to the restroom."

"Do you need me to come with you?" she offered worriedly.

"No, I’m fine. I can go alone. Just tell him I’ll be back after the restroom."

Chasey nodded, and Lethia quickly made her way to the cottage’s restroom.

Once inside, she locked the door and stared at her reflection in the mirror. Then, Whisney’s lazy face appeared, her seven tails swaying.

Lethia’s eyes widened.

"Whisney... that... your tails... I’m not seeing things, right? That’s seven? How could that be?"

"Must be from Renar then," Whisney replied, her tone dripping with smugness.

Lethia paused, frowning in confusion. "What did we do? Did he... save me?"

"You ungrateful bitch," Whisney sneered. "You asked him to save that friend of yours. Seems like he got hurt while thinking only of you. And here you are, whoring yourself around the pup’s father."

A lump rose in her throat, drying her mouth. Her stomach knotted. She bit her lower lip, guilt twisting inside her.

If that was true... she had to ask him once she went back.

Her eyes darted toward Whisney’s reflection.

"Are you okay?" Lethia asked.

"Cut the nonsense. You should be focusing on Renar and Caelum. What the hell are you doing here?"

Lethia pursed her lips, frowning. "I was forced to. I didn’t have a choice. Besides, this is your fault too! You were drooling over that purple sea urchin in the video. I only said I wanted it and Zeran dragged us all the way here."

Whisney glanced at her without a word, but from the way her expression softened, Lethia knew she wasn’t going to push the argument further.

"Are you resting well?" Lethia asked.

"Yeah... I came back to my senses when you were making out with the pup’s father. And I decided to just float around on my own because I hate his energy. It keeps triggering me and making me uneasy."

"Do you know the reason for it?"

Whisney shrugged. "Maybe because I could only be attracted to a man who carries my beads."

Lethia flinched, a pang of pity cutting through her for Whisney, who looked so lonely. Sharing her body with the fox made her feel more empathy.

"Don’t pity me. A fox is destined to live alone."

Lethia exhaled, trying not to dwell on it, but the fox’s words only made it sound even sadder. She knew all too well how loneliness gnawed when you thought you didn’t need anyone.

But ever since she met the Tuffin men, something changed. She found herself smiling more, warmed by the people she cherished.

"But still, you’re not alone now. And our last teamwork proved it, we made a good team, didn’t we? We had a good time."

"Hushhh... that was because of my power. You know my power is–"

"Thank you." Lethia cut off the yapping fox. "The reason I’m here facing you like this, I wanted to say thank you."

Whisney purred, her tails glowing red as she paced, before curling down into her feet. Her fierce eyes glared at Lethia with a sharp gaze.

"I don’t need your thank you. Just keep your promise. And don’t smile at me so softly like that. It infuriates me."

Lethia only smiled wider. She read in her research, if the fox purred and her tails glowed red, it meant she was in a good mood.

"Of course. I’ll keep my promise. I’ll give you your beads and help you kill your enemy."

"Good. That’s all I want." She smirked, sharp, unsettling, sending goosebumps down Lethia’s skin. And then, just like that, Whisney vanished from the mirror.

Knock knock!

"Lethia, are you good?" Zeran’s voice behind the restroom door made her turn.

Was that why Whisney suddenly disappeared on her own? Just how strong was Zeran’s energy that it could make the spirit fox retreat like that?

["I’m not being kicked or forced to float this time. I just chose to let you enjoy your time. So be grateful while you can."]

Knock knock!

"Lethia..."

"Yes... I’m fine. Wait a sec. I’ll be out soon."

Again, Whisney’s cryptic voice unsettled Lethia’s mind. She could feel a wall building between them ever since she started living with Zeran. She only hoped it wouldn’t end up on the bad side.

Lethia stepped out of the restroom and slipped her arm through Zeran’s as they headed to the dining table outside. Derreck and Chasey were already waiting with a drooling gaze.

The four of them enjoyed their grilled lobster and fish. To her surprise, Derreck said Zeran had cooked all of it himself, while he was nothing more than the obedient assistant.

The night deepened with laughter as they joked and planned the route for tomorrow’s trip.

The next morning, Lethia’s jaw dropped the moment she saw Zeran already in the driver’s seat, wearing a white shirt hanging loose with a deep V neckline, dark sunglasses covering his eyes, and his tousled hair far from the neat, slick style he usually wore.

"Are you driving yourself?" She sat in the seat beside him.

"This off-road car only fits four. And Derreck can’t drive one like this."

"And you can?"

Zeran lowered his sunglasses and arched one brow.

"And what makes you think I can’t? I own the best car factory in the country."

Lethia giggled. "No, I mean, I’ve never seen you drive. So I thought—"

She cut herself off when she saw the offended look on Zeran’s face.

Once everyone settled into their seats, Zeran pressed the pedal and the car rolled forward at speed.

After two hours on the road, they reached the area pointed out by the seller at the seafood market, matching the directions on the map displayed on the screen.

"Are you sure this is the right place?" Zeran asked sharply.

"Of—Of course, sir. This is the right address. Right, Chasey?" Derreck answered, stammering halfway.

"Hm... That’s right. The seller said we would find the purple sea urchin farm somewhere around here. But the place doesn’t have an exact location since it’s run by locals. They don’t sell it outside this region."

The air inside the car froze. Silence fell heavily with every breath.

"Wait. If they don’t sell outside their region, doesn’t that mean they won’t sell to us either?" Zeran’s voice rose, his impatience barked, and Lethia could tell he was on the edge of losing it.

With Zeran’s phone in hand, Lethia tapped her fingers on the screen, acting like she didn’t care about the rising tension choking the car.

’Are you sure?’

["Yes... I’m familiar with this place. So just keep searching."]