Possessed Wolfless: From Rejected to Vengeful Lycans' Queen-Chapter 19: The Bonds

Renar knew it was a lame question, an overused cliché that sound like a statement, this woman effortlessly drove his desire into madness.

His breath came in ragged pulls, his body seized by a hunger he couldn't control. Every inhale dragged in the intoxicating scent of sweet thick honey clinging to her skin, stirring something primal inside him.

He might have understood if it had only lingered while they were in the same room earlier. But even after he left her ward, the scent refused to leave him.

Even in the presence of other patients, it remained like a phantom scent haunting him. It had gotten so bad that he'd absentmindedly called his patient by her name.

The more he resisted, the worse it became. The ache clawed at his sanity, the very air thick with her presence.

And what unsettled him the most was the fact that he felt this relentless pull despite still being under the effects of the Unbonding Pill.

The pill was designed to sever the bond between mates. To stop them from spiraling into obsession. To keep them from losing themselves in madness.

Most importantly, to have allowed Lycans to focus on mastering their powers without their mate becoming a dangerous distraction.

The pill was a necessity because Lycans weren't just wolves. They could shift whenever they wanted, not just under the full moon, nor did they house a separate wolf inside them.

Their beast and human mind were one, making them infinitely more dangerous. When they lost control, it wasn't a wolf taking over—it was their very nature breaking free.

Renar couldn't let that happen.

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Yet his grip on Lethia's waist tightened, his fingers curling into the fabric of her clothes as he fought the agonizing need to devour her. The beast in him stirred, whispering, urging.

If he lost himself now, it would become a problem in Ashenhold.

'Who are you, really? Could it be you, the cursed fated mate werewolves talk about?'

Renar's mind reeled as he held Lethia tighter, burying his face in the curve of her neck, inhaling deeply.

He had only meant to question her, to have a conversation. But now that she was in his arms, he couldn't let go.

It was as if some unseen force had latched onto him, pulling him deeper, unleashing the beast within, stripping away his logic piece by piece.

Lethia, trapped in his relentless embrace, felt the way their bodies pressed together, the frantic rhythm of their heartbeats colliding as if they were one.

Her face burned as Renar's warm lips grazed the delicate curve of her neck.

A shudder ran down her spine, and she hated how her body twitching with need—how easily it reacted, how her peak, flush against his, heightened the unbearable heat building inside her.

"You... you're hurting me." Lethia forced the words out, hoping they would make him release her.

["Liar... ha ha ha..."]

The fox wasn't wrong. Lethia cursed herself for the way her body reveled in the sensation, for the way she ached even as she fought it.

"You started this," Renar murmured, his breath ghosting over her skin. "Do you have any idea how much pain I'm in because of this wickedly sweet scent of yours?"

His lips hovered at her neck, teasing, trailing upward to her ear, then back down, brushing against her sensitive skin in slow, tormenting strokes.

Lethia squirmed, gasping, her body twisting in a desperate attempt to break free. But Renar, lost in something beyond reason, only tightened his hold, caging her against him.

'Hey, Fox! Is this your doing? Push him away and let us talk first!' Lethia's voice rang sharp in her own mind, laced with frustration.

["Hmm... The pull from the bead, yes, that was me. But the sweet scent? I don't know about that. That's all you, darling. That's entirely your problem. Ha ha ha..."]

'So what now? Should we just make out on this open rooftop and let ourselves get wrecked right here?'

Panic clawed at Lethia's chest as Renar's hand slid down her back, sending a shiver racing through her spine.

Her breath hitched, dangerously close to spilling into a moan she had no intention of letting out.

["Ha ha ha... I wouldn't mind, honestly. I think it's because you didn't finish that kiss earlier. I'll push him away, but, you have to kiss him after. This time, on your own free will. How does that sound?"]

Heat coiled low in her belly as Renar nibbled her ear, teasing her like he knew exactly how to unravel her.

After the stress she had endured these past few days, the pull of this infernal, insufferably hot lycan made her want to surrender—to shiver in his grasp and let herself forget everything.

But not here. Not on this damn hospital rooftop. Not in a patient's gown, drowning in this shame-drunk haze of confusion and filth.

'Push him. I'll kiss him after you do.' Lethia urged the fox.

["Hmm... Why not just indulge while he's the one in control? Are you craving the power play that much?"]

'You said my willpower is what matters most, right? Then it's pointless if I'm forced into it. My body might yield, but my mind will loathe it to death. Is that okay for your precious bead?'

["Ha ha... You catch on quick. Fine, then."]

Not long after, a slow burn spread through Lethia's body, seeping from the inside out as the three-tailed fox's energy flooded her veins.

Just as Renar's lips trailed along her jaw, the heat intensified. It had to be the fox's power.

Without thinking, Lethia wrenched her shoulder back and shoved him—hard.

The force sent him stumbling, crashing to the ground a fair distance away.

A low, frustrated growl rumbled from his chest as he braced himself, pain flashing across his face. His palm was wounded from the friction of his fall, dragged harshly upon impact.

Lethia saw Renar's gaze flickered, his pupils dilating. It seemed something—likely the bead—was controlling him.

His expression wavered in confusion while his wound slowly healed itself, as if he were waiting for his body to recover before lunging at her again.

The fox's power still coursed through her, and Lethia intended to use it. If her theory was right, she could force the fox out—at least for now. This was her chance.

She closed her eyes, picturing the fox as vividly as if she were staring into its gaze. Her fingers curled into fists, trembling from the sheer force of her will.

["What are you doing? Kiss him. Were you lying?"]

'Hah. Why shouldn't I, when you lied first? You... I... want you—TO GO! Get lost, you damn mutt!'

Lethia's mental scream echoed through the depths of her mind as her nails dug into her palms.

The fox, lounging idly in the recesses of her consciousness, merely smirked, its tail swaying in amusement as its image slowly faded.

A whisper lingered in her mind—taunting.

["You caught on to our bond this quickly?" It chuckled. "Interesting... You... I'll see you soon."]

Then, like a shadow swallowed by the dark, it vanished.

Lethia's lashes fluttered open.

Renar sat slumped on the rooftop floor, chest heaving, fingers trembling. His gaze met hers with confusion, unguarded.

He was back.

Relief trickled through her as she stepped forward, panting, and extended a hand toward him, her smile wry.

"Don't you think it's weird how you keep ending up in this position, doc?"