Possessed Wolfless: From Rejected to Vengeful Lycans' Queen-Chapter 185: The Cursed Past Life

Caelum took a deep, shaky breath. He watched Lethia’s utter confusion, and it only fueled his own. Was she playing games?

"There’s a fox spirit inside you, right?"

Lethia bit her lip, nodding slowly. "The fox... her name is Whisney. She saved my pup when we were stabbed and dying that time."

Caelum smirked. Cruel. "Yeah... Lyria Whisney. That’s your name. That’s you."

Lethia gasped, clinging to the hope that Caelum was just throwing out another sick joke.

"Caelum... I still don’t—"

"What memories did you get from the moria magic?"

Lethia blinked, trying to force the fragmented flashes from the old forest house to the front of her mind.

She detailed the entire memory to Caelum, starting with Whisney suddenly pulling her body toward the old mansion.

Caelum forced himself to match Lethia’s story with the memories he possessed.

He fought disbelief. The woman before him must be lying.

She was, after all, the sly fox who could manipulate anyone with ease.

’But, those confused eyes...’

Her voice—full of doubt, suspicion, yet firm and passionate.

Her breath trembled, every gasp a silent fear that Caelum wouldn’t believe her.

And the beautiful, visible bump on her stomach—his nephew—healthy and growing inside this woman.

It made Caelum want to believe she was Lethia. All of her presence screamed Lethia. The woman he loved in this lifetime.

"Caelum, that’s all I know. You have to believe me. I don’t even remember that I am Lyria. I can’t even talk with Whisney right now. I don’t fucking know what that fox is even thinking."

Lethia panted, though she hadn’t run a mile. She wouldn’t run.

She would face whatever nightmare the Moon Goddess had thrown in her face.

"Caelum..."

Her pleading voice stung Caelum’s chest. He couldn’t stand it. His hand reached out, caressing her cheek, soft.

"It was the same back then. When you asked me to betray my brothers. When you asked me to choose you over my kind. You said we could live forever, just us two alone. But like a stupid moron, I didn’t realize you told that to my other brothers as well."

Caelum felt his palm grow wet. Her tears were falling.

"Why are you crying?" he asked.

"I... I don’t know... You... you keep saying like I am the bad one. But I don’t have those memories. It hurts... It hurts, Cael. Can you... can you tell me slowly without looking at me with such disdain?"

Caelum’s back fingers gently wiped Lethia’s tears. It softened his hatred.

She was different from the Lyria in his mind. Lyria never shed tears.

He took a deep, slow breath.

"In my past life, when the world was on the edge of destruction, Werewolves dominated society. Humans were fragile, so not all of them could survive the extreme catastrophe. Some of those who survived tried their best to change themselves, to surpass werewolves, and the humanoid-wolf beasts were born. My kind. The mighty Lycan."

Lethia’s pupil darted from the floor back to his gaze. This wasn’t history she knew.

"You mean before the doomsday? That was... more than five hundred years ago..."

"Yes. It happened around the year 2099. Still, the initial signs of the doomsday, where extreme weather wiped out two-thirds of the living population in the world."

Lethia’s eyes flicked. "Whisney once said that she already lived before the doomsday. And Cael, in Reia’s mansion, I saw a painting of many foxes. Are you sure what you’re talking about is Whisney? It could be another fox."

Lethia fought for any possibility. Anything to make Caelum stop hating her. But why the hell did she need to justify herself? ’I am not Lyria.’

Caelum chuckled. He tried to adjust his position, but his numb legs limited his movement. Lethia quickly helped him raise the back of the bed until he was seated.

"Is this okay?" She asked, pressing the button and watching his face for comfort. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

Caelum just nodded. Lyria wouldn’t have blinked even if he were in pain.

’Could she not be Lyria?’

"That painting... I don’t know about that. But the woman fox that tangled with me and my brothers is Lyria Whisney. And you said the fox who possessed you says her name is Whisney. And most importantly, your face. It’s the face of Lyria."

Lethia looked down. "So, what did this Lyria do to you and your... brothers?" She could already guess the brothers were Renar and Zeran.

"She hated werewolves. That fox inside you must have told you a fox is a lone creature. That extreme weather made the survivors build a new habitat around the mountains, where the fox lived. You felt disturbed and wanted to wipe out the werewolf race. The funniest thing is, you assumed the Lycan and werewolf war was the cause of the world’s destruction. You said, the cursed creatures like us don’t deserve to live on earth."

’Did I ever say that? No. That’s not me.’ Lethia’s mind protested.

"Lyria!" she yelped, correcting him. "You should pronounce it right. I am Lethia. I was born here, 24 years ago. If I am her reincarnation, why isn’t the moria magic making me feel like the memory fragment is mine? You too. You were born here 27 years ago, right? You are Caelum, you just have cousins. Not blood brothers."

"So you already guessed that my brothers are Renar and Zeran?"

Lethia was taken aback. Her breath hitched.

"I... I..." She clutched her skirt hard. "I could guess that. But it’s not. Zeran doesn’t have the fox bead like you and Renar. How would you explain that?"

Caelum flinched. He couldn’t explain that. What he was feeling was the only proof.

He was certain the memories were his.

That he was the reincarnation of Robert Arthur, one of the most powerful Lycan fraternal triplets in history. His ancestor.

And that round white light on his chest was the fox bead.

The fox bead Lyria had promised to take as revenge.

The curse she had sworn before he and his two brothers burned her body alive.