Possessed Wolfless: From Rejected to Vengeful Lycans' Queen-Chapter 187: Unexpected Guest

Renar checked the big black metal box beside him again, its cables still plugged into the massive CPU in his cold lab.

Through his glasses, he darted his gaze between the monitor and the box that was supposed to be the cultivator holder for the plain moonstone. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

His shoulders slumped back into his chair. One hand propped his head while his fingers pressed hard into his temple, as if he could crush the headache out of existence.

Only two days left until the full red moon, yet the calibration was still stuck at 98%.

He rested the back of his head on the chair.

’Where’s the flaw? What am I missing? What should I do?’

His subordinates had already given their best. That 98% alone had surpassed his father’s highest achievement—70%.

But for Renar, that wasn’t enough. Only 100% would reassure him that the perfect red moonstone could save Lethia’s life.

He wouldn’t gamble her fate on those damn 2% failure.

But his mind was fucking annoying—blocked, jammed, like hitting a dead end. Why couldn’t he find a way out? He was running out of time.

A sharp knock hit the door, forcing his eyes open with visible irritation.

A black-haired woman with a tight ponytail stepped in, looking confused and uneasy.

"Sir... you have a guest," she said.

Renar frowned. "Didn’t I say I didn’t want to be disturbed?"

She bit her lower lip and sighed. "Yes, sir. I told her that. I even lied and said you weren’t in the hospital. But..." She hesitated.

"But?"

"But she said she knew. Because you weren’t on the hospital side, but in your secret laboratory hidden somewhere in this building." Arsy exhaled in relief after finally delivering the ominous guest’s exact words.

Renar’s frown deepened, his posture snapping alert.

"Her? Did she give her name?"

"Uhm... no. She only said she’s a representative of Ravenswood Enterprise."

Renar stood up from his seat the moment the name dropped.

"Why didn’t you say that earlier?" he snapped, annoyance flaring as he rushed out of the room.

He hurried down the corridor toward his doctor’s office.

Ravenswood Enterprise was the biggest sponsor of his lab. They were surprisingly generous, especially when he began developing the red moonstone cultivator.

When he opened his office door, he found a red-haired woman sitting on the guest sofa, legs crossed, facing away from him.

Renar approached, and the moment she turned her head, a warm yet suspicious smile greeted him. She stood with an elegance that made anyone instinctively wary.

"Nice to meet you, Doctor Renar. I’m Eleanor Wood."

She extended her hand, and Renar accepted it.

"Ah, yes. I’m Renar Tuffin."

They released their handshake, and Renar gestured for her to sit again.

"It’s an honour to meet my biggest sponsor in research and technology for werewolf welfare. I’m humbled by your presence, Mrs. Wood."

He tried to offer polite small talk, but from the faint smile and the piercing intensity in her gaze, Renar could tell she didn’t care for pleasantries.

"Can I help you in any way?" he asked.

"Can I draw your blood?" she asked instead.

Renar froze—bewildered.

She smiled. "I went through such extreme measures to get Caelum’s blood. But the result was... disappointing. I wonder if asking nicely from you will give me better ones."

Hearing Caelum’s name made Renar’s blood run cold.

His frown twisted with confusion, but the woman’s calm, smug expression told him nothing. He couldn’t read her.

And more importantly, she was human. No. The heavy air that shifted around her, the gaze that caught everything like a plaything, screamed she was not an ordinary human.

"What did you say? Who are you really?" Renar clenched his jaw, fighting to stay composed.

She let out a chilling laugh.

"That’s why I asked for your blood. Just a few drops. Can’t you agree as a little thank-you for my generous sponsorship? You’ll find out the moment you give it to me." Her voice carried that annoying smugness that made Renar want to punch her. She was playing a game.

"Ah... what if I say this might help you succeed in saving Lethia Ashcroft? Will that persuade you?" She leaned forward, chin propped on her hand, amused as she waited for his reaction.

Hearing Lethia’s name shattered his restraint.

He shot up from his seat, stormed toward Eleanor, and grabbed her by the throat, pushing her back until she was forced to look up.

His brown eyes darkened with killing intent.

His breath raged; he could feel he could snap her neck, yet the woman stayed calm even as her breath struggled.

"Who. Are. You?" he asked, tightening his grip yet loose enough to let her speak.

But her smile through her coughs with a look that said, I got you, infuriating him further.

Before he could crush her throat, she suddenly slashed his arm with a small blade.

Renar cursed and jerked back, blood spilling between his fingers.

His breath came harsh—anger mixing with a sharp sting.

As he used his healing energy, he saw the woman still sitting on the sofa, raising and swaying her blade to show she had taken exactly what she came for.

"You’ll get your answer soon. Wait a moment," she said with a smirk, her fingers dragging along the bloody knife as her mouth chanted an audible mantra that deepened Renar’s frown.

Just as Renar moved to attack again, his step halted. Frozen. Locked. Like something seized control of his limbs.

A hot flash surged through him, burning behind his eyes. Renar squeezed his eyes shut, his hands covering his ears as a violent ringing tore through his skull.

He panted hard—like he’d run a marathon for hours.

When the ringing finally faded, he opened his eyes slowly... and froze at the sight of towering trees around him. A wilderness. Not his office.

The scent of wet leaves and cold droplets brushing his face made him realise it was raining.

And just as he tried to move to find shelter, a soft touch grasped his arm from behind.

Renar turned—only for his tongue to go numb at the sight of a familiar woman with red-burgundy hair and hazel eyes standing before him.

’What was she doing here?’

"Hey... I know a warm place to wait out the rain. Come follow me."