Possessed Wolfless: From Rejected to Vengeful Lycans' Queen-Chapter 114: The Woman She Once Admired

When Lethia was a child, her father took her to Ashenhold to meet her uncle, and she admired Lana deeply. Her frail, sickly body felt a sting of envy watching Lana, who was always healthy, cheerful, lively, and shining bright in everything she did.

But the woman standing before her now was far from the Lana she once admired.

Her purple eyes looked tired and dull. Her cheekbones jutted sharply, and the dark grey shadows under her eyes screamed malnutrition.

From the way her blonde hair was styled into an elegant bun, Lethia could see dry skin on her neck.

Lana wore a loose A-line dress that made it hard for Lethia to tell if she was pregnant or not.

But wasn’t that proof she was hiding a baby bump? After all, Lethia had never seen Lana wear something like that before.

"Why do you look so pathetic? Is it hard to role-play as Luna? The last I heard, Varrel still hasn’t crowned a Luna," Lethia asked with a biting tone.

Lana smiled bitterly. "Why? Are you happy to see me like this?"

Lethia couldn’t understand why Lana seemed so self-pitying. A pang of worry struck her.

She glanced toward the table where Chasey sat, trying to eavesdrop on their conversation. They decided to sit at separate tables when Lana asked Lethia for a private word.

"I wasn’t happy to see you in the first place. So, what do you want to talk about? I’m busy."

"Your baby... it’s..." Lana paused, lowered her face, and fidgeted with her fingers.

Lethia lifted a brow, waiting to hear what kind of nonsense Lana was about to spit out.

"My baby, what?" she snapped, already losing her patience.

"Could it be... you’re living with its father now?" Lana’s voice softened, almost too careful.

Truth be told, Lethia could feel how frail Lana was—so painfully thin it made her hesitate to lash out like she normally would.

From what Zeran had said the other day, Lana only knew her baby carried a powerful super gene, based on the genetic results she’d destroyed.

Had she gone so far as to investigate whose sperm ended up in her womb?

"Why do you care?" Lethia’s reply came out cold, sharp enough to cut, with zero intention of answering her question.

Lana looked visibly shaken. She avoided Lethia’s eyes, biting her lower lip like she was holding back something she couldn’t contain.

"You... are you planning to bring Varrel down?" she asked at last, trying so hard to sound firm, but Lethia saw right through her.

The way she clenched her trembling fingers said more than her words ever could. That woman wasn’t brave—she was scared. But of what?

Lethia took a long breath. "Are you pregnant?"

Braak!

"Answer me! Are you planning to bring Varrel down?" Lana slammed her hand against the table, her voice rising, snapping the attention of everyone nearby.

"Oh, hahaha, girls... Wonderful, wonderful work. Such commitment to the scene!" Chasey clapped like an overexcited idiot, forcing laughter through the thick tension.

"It’s okay, really... nothing to worry about. They’ve got an acting audition tomorrow. Just practice. Ha ha ha... very good, girls... very well done."

Chasey should’ve just dragged Lethia out of the restaurant before shit hit the fan.

But for some reason, her gut screamed at her to think fast and do something to keep attention off them.

Her nosy little instincts told her those two women needed to finish whatever mess they were digging through.

Lethia let out a dry chuckle. "Are you high? What kind of question is that? You should’ve known better if you planned to drag me through the dirt. Did you really expect I’d do nothing?"

She adjusted in her seat, took a slow sip of her hot green tea, then went on, "But I think whatever I choose to do from now on ain’t your business. You were so bloody proud of being the only woman in Varrel’s life, weren’t you? Shouldn’t you be even prouder now that you’re pregnant? You should focus on taking better care of yourself."

"Trust me, when I saw your face earlier, I nearly snapped. The rage hit so hard I wanted to slap you or yank your hair right away. But I can’t exactly go pulling a pregnant woman’s hair, can I? Especially not when I’m pregnant, too. And besides... You look so pathetic. Honestly, I almost thought Varrel already left you for another woman—"

Splash!

Lana suddenly shot up and tried to throw water in Lethia’s face. But Lethia had already caught the movement—the moment Lana reached for the glass, she avoided by directly stood up from her chair just in time. The water ended up drenching the seat where she’d just been sitting.

Then, with fiery eyes and shaking rage, Lana slammed her glass down and tried to slap Lethia.

But Lethia caught her wrist mid-air and twisted it down with sharp precision. Before Lana could throw the other hand at her, Lethia grabbed that one too, forcing her into a struggle.

"Let go! Let me go!" Lana screamed, only adding fuel to the scene.

"Chasey, hold her arms from behind," Lethia ordered, just as her bodyguards stepped forward to interfere. She waved them off with a sharp gesture.

Lethia’s brow furrowed, confused by the way Lana was acting. And what stunned her more was the lack of real strength behind all that rage. For someone who looked ready to claw her face off, Lana’s body moved so weakly.

"Go! Let me go, you bitch! Are you happy now? Happy?!"

It wasn’t the hysterical screaming that threw Lethia off—it was the way her eyes looked. That blind hate, like she wasn’t even in control of herself anymore.

"Lana! Get hold of yourself! Snap out of it!"

Lana struggled to break free, but the truth was, Lethia wasn’t even gripping her that hard. Still, the woman thrashed like she was being restrained by chains.

"Oh God! Miss Lana! We just left her for a second to go to the restroom, and now she’s relapsing again!"

The two female betas came rushing in, and Lethia turned at the sound of their panicked voices. Without another word, they pushed in, taking over the positions of both Lethia and Chasey, wrapping Lana tightly like she was some wild wolf refusing to be tamed.

"Wait—what’s happening to her?" Lethia grabbed one of the beta’s arms to stop them.

But all she got was a cold, cutting glare before they stormed out of the restaurant.

She could still hear Lana’s loud voice screaming, throwing curses like knives.

But what made Lethia’s frown deepen was when Lana shrieked something else, something twisted in her gut like a shard of ice.

"You think you’re safe now? No! They’ll kill you! You’ll get stabbed again..."