Possessed Wolfless: From Rejected to Vengeful Lycans' Queen-Chapter 177: Guest House

"Can you dive?" Lethia asked Zeran with anxious eyes as he stepped out of the bathroom.

"Why? Are you impressed?" His cheeky soft smirk clashed against the firm muscles lining his torso, pressed tight under the latex suit.

"Don’t worry, miss. Mr. Zeran has a professional diving license," Derreck added as he followed him out.

Lethia frowned. "You too?"

Derreck only nodded with a smile, then leaned closer to whisper, "If he ever gets kicked from Tuffin, he plans to retire and become a diving guide for tourists at Aidos Beach." 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

The joke didn’t sound funny in Lethia’s ears.

"You don’t need to do this just for that sea urchin. I can eat whatever’s given to me," she said softly as she stepped closer to Zeran.

But the father of her pup wasn’t exactly a good listener. He only turned, stroking the bump of her stomach with gentleness.

"You might be fine... but sometimes what you want comes from him. Don’t make me look bad in front of him. I’ll be fine. Why are you worrying too much?" Zeran’s lips curled into a small smirk as he went on with his preparations.

Lethia pouted, letting out a heavy sigh. What a waste to argue, this man’s mind was as hard as rock and would be impossible to break.

Of course, her opinion didn’t matter. Zeran Tuffin only cared about his pup and his ego.

"Who said I’m worried about you? I’m worried if you drown in the sea, how the hell am I supposed to get home?"

Zeran’s and Derreck’s laughter burst out, leaving her flustered. She felt her sanity slip, spewing nonsense that turned into their amusement.

"Don’t worry. Even in death, I could still protect you." Zeran smiled, ruffling her hair before heading toward the diving site.

His words made Lethia bite her lip as she walked with him toward the starting point.

’How could he protect her when he’s dead? What a boastful jerk.’

Lethia felt herself flooded with oxytocin from her pregnancy, making her so damn clingy to him. She should be proud that someone vowed to protect her even beyond death, but instead, it left her uneasy. She didn’t want him hurt. She didn’t want his protection if it meant losing his life.

The farm owner led Lethia and Chasey to an old house to rest while Zeran and Derreck went diving.

At first, Lethia thought it was his own, but he said it was a guest house meant for visitors like her.

It was far simpler than the cottage she stayed in, but it had enough to eat, drink, sleep, and bathe if needed for the night.

Chasey decided to make warm drinks and grab some snacks from the convenience store they’d passed earlier. Lethia wanted to tag along, but Chasey was sharp enough to notice how tired she looked.

Sure enough, her pregnancy was growing fast. Her body ached easily, and she yawned more often. She wondered if it was because she carried a lycan’s child while being wolfless herself.

["We need to prove your assumption."]

Whisney’s voice snapped her awake just as she was dozing on the sofa.

"Are you done thinking?" Lethia asked eagerly. "What kind of proof do you mean?"

["To unlock the next memory, I need to validate that feeling."]

Lethia frowned. "By validate you mean...?"

["Moria magic only works on living beings. Even if it isn’t your memory, I use your body to break the binding when your fingers touch that photo. You need to make me feel loved."]

"H–how?"

["The only way... I need to take control of your body while feeling loved."]

"But I felt that while I was with Zeran. Don’t you hate him?"

["Didn’t you say you felt the same with that dramatic friend of yours?"]

Lethia’s eyes lit up. "Ah... you’re right. Fine... fine. Take over, and let’s see if it works or not."

Not long after Whisney took over her body, Chasey came in.

"You said you’d take a nap, Queen? Is the place uncomfortable?" she asked cheerfully as she set her groceries down on the table.

Lethia’s eyes only followed Chasey’s every move with a sharp gaze.

’Whisney... what are you doing? You need to talk to her. Just talk the way I do. You know it, right?’

"Yes. It’s uncomfortable."

The cold, detached voice from Lethia made Chasey freeze and look at her like something was off. Lethia panicked inwardly, afraid Chasey might misunderstand her.

’What the... why are you so cold?’

["Weren’t you always cold?"]

"Oh my, oh my... wait, wait..." Chasey hurried dramatically into the guesthouse rooms. "I think you can use this one, Queen. This mattress is softer than the others." Her voice echoed from the room near the dining space.

Lethia sighed in relief. She thought Chasey had been offended.

["See... that’s just how you always act. Why so fussy..."]

Whisney’s words made Lethia realise just how cold she’d been whenever she spoke to Chasey.

Well, maybe not just Chasey. And even though logic could justify her behaviour, she still felt bad for whoever had to hear that chill in her voice.

Her feet dragged her into the room where Chasey was, clapping pillows and patting the mattress with both hands, bright with enthusiasm.

"See, Queen, the bed here is softer. I know you miss luxury. But try to bear it a little. You can still sleep comfortably here."

The way Chasey spread an extra blanket over the mattress to make it softer melted Lethia’s heart.

’How... don’t you feel it? She’s being too sweet.’

["So annoying."]

’Wh–what?’

Lethia’s body moved towards the bed, and she sat on it, never taking her piercing gaze off Chasey.

She tried to dribble herself with her hips to feel the plush beneath her.

"How is it? Comfortable now?" Chasey asked.

"No. It’s still uncomfortable." Lethia’s eyes locked deeply on Chasey’s bright ones. "And what makes it worse is your sweet, annoying voice. I can’t tell if it’s natural... or if you’re just trying to lick my ass."

An imaginary heavy sledgehammer crashed into Lethia’s mind as she saw the cheerful smile fade from Chasey’s lips. And Whisney pressed on:

"Why did you betray your mate to save me?"