Possessed Wolfless: From Rejected to Vengeful Lycans' Queen-Chapter 179: Another Past Memory

After a moment, they stopped. Slowly, his hand released hers and his other hand guided her waist forward.

"Walk slowly. Good," he praised.

She could feel the man now guiding her from behind as they walked, slowly.

"Stop. Stay still," he commanded.

The woman he called Lyria could feel a strong gust of wind blowing against her body and face.

Then the man released her hand and took off her blindfold.

She squinted hard as the sudden bright light assaulted her eyes.

After slowly blinking, she finally saw a serene city view in front of her. It was on a mountain slope and looked small from her high vantage point.

She realized she was standing on a high cliff and began to feel dizzy from the height.

"Argh..." She gasped as her legs went weak and trembling.

"Don’t worry, I got you." He held her waist tightly from behind. She could feel his warm breath against her neck.

He then rested his jaw on her shoulder.

"You see that? It will be yours. You will be the Queen of Atherion." He said, his voice full of coaxing.

"Wh–what do you mean?"

"You heard me well." He whispered, his voice low. "Marry me, Lyria. Be My Queen and rule this Kingdom mercilessly. Be my power and I’ll be your shelter. You do trust me, don’t you?"

"I... I...Ah..." Before she could answer, the man gave her a passionate kiss on her neck and shoulder. Her body shuddered and she dug her nails into his arms.

"You both should get a room. What the heck are you two doing here?"

The loud voice of a woman made the couple turn.

And she could see her hazel eyes clearly. Her red ponytail swung as she panted, as if she had been running.

"Come on! They’re looking for you."

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A surge of air filled Lethia’s lungs as if she had been desperately seeking a breath.

Her hands fumbled over a soft, cushiony surface. She found herself lying on a bed, panting hard.

She clenched and unclenched her fists, feeling that she had regained control of her body.

"What the hell just happened? What was that? Whisney, was that a memory fragment of yours?" Lethia rambled, bombarding Whisney with questions.

She saw a glass of water on the bedside table with "Drink it, Queeenn!" note written and drank it immediately, knowing Chasey must have prepared it. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

’Wait... when did she bring this? Was I sleeping and just dreaming?’

Lethia immediately turned and headed to the vanity mirror.

She hoped to speak face-to-face with Whisney, but the reflection in the mirror only showed her, sweaty and a bit messy.

"Whisney, are you there? Why can’t I see you? Let’s talk," Lethia pleaded.

But Whisney didn’t answer. Lethia kept looking at her anxious face in the mirror.

"Whis..." She sighed. Her pregnancy made her not have the energy to scold. "Fine. Do you need time to think? Take as much as you need. I will be ready to listen when you’re ready to talk."

Lethia still heard no answer. The dream she just had felt so vivid, as if she herself had experienced it.

She was sure it was Whisney’s memory. And even though she couldn’t clearly see the face of the man who was proposing, there was a new clue: the face of the woman who called them on the cliff.

She was sure that woman was related to the photo in the abandoned house.

She wanted to talk about this with Whisney, but maybe this memory had triggered her in some shocking, unnerving way, making her shut herself down like this. She didn’t want to force her, it was her right to talk or not.

But she chuckled inwardly, remembering how different her attitude toward Whisney had been when they first met compared to now.

Had her maternal side finally shown itself, making her more patient and understanding? It didn’t seem so, not really. She still couldn’t stand being patient whenever Zeran was around.

Lethia turned to the window where the curtain was half open. The sky had already taken on a reddish-orange glow, yet Zeran still hadn’t returned.

Were they planning to dive until night? No, he should have been done by now. Where was he?

With one hand on her waist, she headed to the bathroom inside the room.

She clicked her tongue when she saw only a showerhead, no bathtub. Ever since her pregnancy, she had always preferred bathing by soaking, it was more comfortable.

She closed the bathroom door and quickly stripped off her clothes, hanging them neatly.

Her fingers twisted both the hot and cold taps, testing the water with her palm until the warmth felt just right.

The moment it was perfect, she stepped under the shower, letting the water cascade down and wash away her fatigue.

Click... Creak...

The squeak of the bathroom door startled her.

"Can I join you?" Zeran asked with a smug look, walking in casually.

He shut the door confidently, as if her answer didn’t matter.

Lethia stepped back from the waterfall of the shower, crossing her arms over her chest.

"What are you doing?" she half-yelled.

Without hesitation, Zeran stripped off his tight diving suit, showing no shame at all.

"There’s no bathhouse near the beach. I rinsed off, but I need a proper shower."

In one swift motion, he pulled down his wetsuit pants, and within seconds he was completely naked. Lethia blinked hard, utterly lost for words.

"Are you blushing?" he smirked, stepping under the spray. "We’ve already seen each other, haven’t we? Why be shy now? And the other bathroom’s occupied by Derreck. I can’t stand being sticky with seawater too long, so this is just efficient. You should’ve showered earlier anyway."

His words dripped with teasing. Water splashed from his body onto her, and Lethia squinted against it. As he washed his hair, the shower running down the ridges of his toned frame.

She pouted. "So now you’re blaming me? You could’ve waited a bit, why are you—"

She didn’t finish. Zeran had pulled her into him.

The two stood together under the shower.

"Let’s just wash in peace. It’s good for the pup," he muttered, brushing his hand over Lethia’s baby bump.