Possessed Wolfless: From Rejected to Vengeful Lycans' Queen-Chapter 110: Burn Me

Being with Zeran for the past few days felt like sprinting toward a finish line that kept stretching further—or maybe there was no finish line at all.

Lethia drew in a deep breath, trying to ease the tightness in her chest. Zeran always managed to catch her off guard, always left her speechless just when she thought she was beginning to understand him, but she was wrong.

And could she really just marry someone so impossible to predict? She should’ve refused right away, so why did she hesitate? That wasn’t like her at all.

They barely knew each other, yet every time she looked into his eyes, there was always that haunting sense of familiarity.

"Do your eyes have superpowers too?" she asked out of nowhere.

Zeran frowned. "No. Why?"

Lethia shook her head and looked away. "Nothing."

’I wonder if those eyes could bewitch someone...’

That thought clung to her because she didn’t want to admit she had already fallen under their spell.

"Have you found the one who tried to stab me?"

Zeran nodded. "We found him. But he’s on the run. We’re still tracking him down."

"And the one who swapped the sperm?"

Zeran paused, his lips parting slightly before answering, "Not yet. It’s like some ghost did it, there’s no trace at all."

Lethia frowned. "So how could I marry someone who still can’t solve the root of why we’re in this mess? How could I trust you?"

Zeran’s arm tightened around her waist, and her palm instinctively pushed against his shoulder. Her pulse quickened.

"Isn’t that exactly why you should marry me? Your safety would be guaranteed."

Lethia hated how Zeran always touched her so casually—how her body melted into it, even craved it. Her cheeks flushed as his words sent butterflies fluttering in all the wrong places.

No, he hadn’t said he liked her directly, but his words made her feel wanted—and that alone messed with her more than she cared to admit. This version of herself was unnerving.

She clenched her jaw and steeled her heart before it got emotional again. What she had with Zeran was a matter of need.

He needed the baby, and she needed his power. It was mutual benefit, nothing more. And Zeran was, objectively, the best shot she had at reclaiming her ranch and taking Varrel down.

"I need time." She cleared her throat, firming up her voice. "Give me some time to think. And—"

"And?"

"Let’s bring down Varrel first. I’ll be the one to humiliate him during his campaign. So, you need to find a way to drag him lower than dirt."

Lethia’s finger trailed down the side of Zeran’s neck without her realizing, her eyes flickering from his throat to his lips. "I think you could win me over and convince me... with that."

Zeran leaned in, closing the distance until their lips brushed, barely touching.

"Hey, firefox... You don’t command me. I don’t need to win you over—you are the one who needs me. But I’ll keep my promise to give your ranch back."

His warm breath grazed her lips, making her throat tighten as she swallowed hard.

"Why do you keep calling me firefox?" she asked, her eyes demanding an answer.

"Because you’re a loner who might burn me with your wildfire," he chuckled. "Since you don’t have a wolf, fox suits you better."

Although Zeran had predicted it, the moment Lethia pressed her lips against his, he was still slightly taken aback. She broke through his guard—and he let her, devouring her lips in return.

He had his little trick to keep himself from getting hard when something triggered him. So, usually, after coming back in time, he avoided those triggers altogether.

But this time, he let it all go to waste. Lethia had no intention of letting him go because her grip around his neck tightened, her fingers tangled wildly in his hair, pulling him closer like she wanted to consume him.

Their gasps grew heavy and intense, their pheromones flooding each other’s senses until the arousal became absolutely impossible to ignore.

And in the midst of that, Zeran felt a pang in his chest because he still hadn’t been completely honest.

About how his sperm had been switched. About the consequences of giving birth to a Lycan baby. But God, her lips were so sweet he could forget all of that in an instant. And that feared him the most.

He used to be in control, but this woman was dangerous to his restraint.

Lethia shifted, turning from her sideways position on his lap to straddling him again, all without breaking the kiss.

That alone made Zeran stand up reflexively, and Lethia’s legs wrapped tightly around his waist.

Without a word, he carried them straight into her bedroom. He let her tongue invade his mouth, allowed her to take control, because he could feel her body trembling with need.

He tried not to feel guilty. Because for now, what mattered most to him was ensuring that the baby growing inside her came into this world safely.

And if he told her the truth right now, he feared it would only stress her out and end up hurting their pup.

With a gentle motion, Zeran dropped Lethia onto the mattress, bracing himself with both arms so he wouldn’t crush her beneath his weight.

Her grip was too tight, making it nearly impossible for him to break the kiss. He had to use a bit of strength to peel her hands off his neck.

He didn’t expect the pregnancy to turn a she-wolf into something even more beastly than himself.

Zeran and Lethia panted breathlessly as their kiss finally broke. The sight of her smoldering eyes and swollen lips made his little brother twitch down there, his whole body aching to give in.

Just as she reached up again, trying to pull his head back down to hers, he firmly freed her arms from around his neck.

Her brows instantly furrowed, gaze silently demanding, why?

"Nice try. But I’m not falling for your trap," Zeran muttered, still hovering above her.

"Wh–what do you mean?"

"Let’s stop here."

Lethia let out a frustrated chuckle, lips parted, eyes full of disbelief.

"Then why the hell are you hard again? Why don’t we just do it, and you rewind that later?"

Zeran chuckled at how desperate she sounded.

"That’s not how my power works. It needs time to recharge. And—"

"And?" Lethia snapped, pure frustration in her voice.

Zeran pulled away and stood at the edge of the bed, staring down at her.

"It’s true you got me all turned on again, but I’m not as desperate as you are," he smirked.

He grabbed the blanket and tossed it over her body.

"So, hold it in and go to sleep alone tonight. That’s your punishment for seducing me with those ravenous lips." Zeran gave her a sly smile and turned to walk out the room. But at the door, he stopped, looked back, and said, "You just need to say yes, firefox."

He clenched his fists and walked out with a heavy heart, leaving Lethia lying there, breathless, disbelieving, and completely undone.