Possessed Wolfless: From Rejected to Vengeful Lycans' Queen
Chapter 119: A Glimpse of The Past

Chapter 119: A Glimpse of The Past

Flashback 4 years ago

"Don’t you have a woman you like?" The middle-aged woman, her hand hooked to an IV line, sat by the window, misting a potted plant with quiet attention.

"No," Zeran replied curtly, eyes glued to the mess of papers scattered across the sofa and table.

"Why?" She turned to him with a gentle smile.

"I don’t have the time, Mom."

"That’s because you’ve been pouring all your time into me, dear. But what if I’m gone tomorrow? You’ll be all alone."

Zeran stilled, locking eyes with her. The chemo had left her skin dry and cracked, fine wrinkles fanning out from her eyes, but none of it dimmed the soft beauty she carried.

"Don’t talk nonsense, Mom. I... I just don’t want to. We’re cursed anyway. Why waste time investing in something that’ll only end up hurting us?"

"Oh, Zeran, love... Why is love a waste? We’re all destined to be gone one day. But isn’t it sadder if we never feel love while we’re still alive?"

"Were you happy to find your fated mate?" he asked, curious despite himself.

"I’m content."

"Even though Father still mourns his first wife?" His voice cut with a bitter edge.

"Did he ever treat me badly? No, right?"

Zeran frowned. He still couldn’t understand why his mother defended his father so fiercely, even after everything.

When his father had fallen gravely ill last year, he had called out his late wife’s name in his sleep, not his mother’s.

And not long after that, his mother was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer.

Zeran had believed it happened because of the grief of realizing the man she loved still carried someone else’s name in his heart.

"Are you not resentful of him?"

His mother let out a soft laugh, as if Zeran’s question was amusing

"No. So what if he still mourns her? What if he still loves her? It’s not like he could go back to a ghost, right?" she chuckled. "In fact, he’ll mourn again when I’m gone. Don’t be so hard on him... Have some pity for the poor old man, will you?"

Zeran’s heart stung hearing how, even at the edge of her life, his mother still defended his father. He looked away, refusing to let the emotion take hold.

"I wish you could be a little selfish for once... just think about yourself, Mom," he muttered.

"That’s why you should fall in love for once, dear. Get blind like me, so you can feel what I feel. Try finding your fated mate, if you’re so afraid of heartbreak when she dies giving birth to a lycan baby."

"Tch... You think that’s easy? Father got lucky finding you," Zeran scoffed.

His mother rolled her electric wheelchair closer, then took his hand in hers.

That soft, cold touch sent a shiver up his spine.

"There’s something your father kept from the family," she said, her expression suddenly serious.

"I liked him first. I was the one who seduced him. And I was wolfless. Just a rogue wolfless girl from the countryside who blindly fell in love with your father.

One day, when he came to the rogue territory to buy land from the rogue pack, I forced him to mark me under the red moonlight.

There was an ancient prophecy: if you believe the one you choose is your fated mate, then mark them under the red full moon." His mother let out a soft laugh, lost in nostalgia.

"No one believed that old prophecy, but somehow, after we marked each other... not long after, my wolf awakened.

And he could smell my scent, even though he’d taken the unbonding pill. My wolf growled instantly, screaming ’mate’ at him."

"But he was too stubborn, too proud to admit that some ancient prophecy had handed him his fated mate. So he hid it, saying if not for the unbonding pill, he would’ve struggled to catch my scent because it would’ve blended with the others."

Zeran’s eyes widened. His jaw dropped in disbelief.

"Do you want me to believe that?"

"I want you to believe in love. Both your father and I... we were never sure if marking under the red moon really made us fated mates.

Because when others lycans or wolves tried, it never worked. So, we buried that fact and chose to believe it was love. A love so strong...

Are you still doubting whether he loved me or not?"

The faint smile curling on her lips felt like a quiet challenge.

Zeran smirked. "He sure had plenty of love to give."

"And I was lucky to be one who received it. Zeran... I’m not asking you to understand me. Don’t! You can’t. I just want you to taste love. A love so strong... You won’t even feel the pain that comes with it."

End of flashback

Zeran lifted his arm from its position under her head and sat up.

He glanced at Lethia, who was still deeply asleep, her brows drawn into a frown.

His index finger moved instinctively, brushing between her brows as if trying to ease whatever nightmare had her scowling in her sleep.

What kind of dream could make her frown like that?

He dragged his palm across his forehead, fingers tangled in his hair, frustration simmering beneath his skin.

’What the hell is love, anyway?’ After what his mother told him, how could he even begin to make Lethia or himself fall in love before the next red full moon?

He had actually planned to bring up that ancient prophecy during Renar’s meeting.

But after seeing how obsessed both Renar and Caelum were with Lethia while she was carrying his child, he immediately lost the urge to share anything about her.

His jaw clenched tightly. Maybe they could sense the bond through the pup because of their own bond.

Still, knowing his unborn child had a telepathic link with Renar and Caelum made him... uneasy. Was it jealousy?

Zeran stepped off the bed and quietly left Lethia’s room.

His mother’s case wasn’t the same as his. She and his father had a bond that formed through love, but he and Lethia? They were connected because of the pup, not by love. So would his plan even work?

He scoffed at himself as he descended the stairs, a bitter laugh slipping out.

He had frozen his own sperm just to defy his mother’s belief in ancient prophecy. And now?

Now he found himself in the middle of a ridiculous situation, torn between science and superstition. It sounded like a joke the whole world would laugh at.

Once he reached his room, Zeran picked up his phone and dialed.

"Derreck, prepare the countermeasure to crash Ashcroft Ranch and Cheesefarm stock. We’ll strike the moment public opinion turns against Varrel Quinnel."