Possessed Wolfless: From Rejected to Vengeful Lycans' Queen
Chapter 129: Why shouldn’t I be okay?

Chapter 129: Why shouldn’t I be okay?

As Zeran held her upright to keep her from falling, Lethia hadn’t even realised her tears had slipped until she quickly wiped them away with the back of her hand.

Maybe she’d been holding them back ever since slapping Renar. She still couldn’t believe he could say something so cold, especially when he was the one who’d offered to kiss her in the first place.

"Don’t... don’t ask me anything. Nothing happened, so you don’t have to worry," Lethia said defensively, making it clear she didn’t have the energy to explain the absurd mess she’d just walked through.

"I’m not saying anything," Zeran replied simply.

Her fingers tightened around his arm. "Can we just go home right now? I don’t feel like I’ll enjoy this party."

Zeran straightened her up. "Can you walk?"

She gave a small nod.

Zeran’s large, warm hand gripped hers firmly as they walked down the corridor.

But when they reached the hall, their eyes landed on something that made them freeze in place—Reia and Renar, standing together on the podium before the crowd.

What stopped them wasn’t just the sight, but what came next through the blaring microphone that stabbed through the noise.

"So," Reia began, "this gala isn’t just to celebrate my retirement from the elite parliament, but also to officially throw my full support behind this year’s parliamentary candidate, Renar Tuffin."

A roar of applause exploded across the hall.

Zeran tugged Lethia’s hand to keep moving, but she didn’t budge.

Her eyes locked with Renar’s, and his were blazing.

She didn’t understand how he could be up there looking so composed, like her slap a few minutes ago hadn’t touched him at all.

No... she could see the fury behind those warm brown eyes—but why the hell was he standing up there?

"And..." Reia continued, now clinging to Renar’s arm, "I’m a bit shy to say this, but I also once made a promise to Renar—to support him not just as a former parliament member, but also as... someone who’ll be at his side every single day."

Reia lowered her face, feigning shyness, and was immediately met with a hushed wave of excited murmurs from the guests.

"But I don’t know if he still holds that silly promise from our younger selves. Renar... will you let me help you as a colleague or as your woman?"

The shy, giggly, rooting murmurs grew louder.

"Oh my... oh my... did she just confess? Oh, I hope he says ’his woman’."

"Well... well... they do look perfect together."

"That’ll be the wedding of the year if they get married."

"Not surprising from the almighty Reia. They’ve been flirting since college—it’s about time they gave in."

That last comment, whispered by a group of women not far from where she stood, struck Lethia like a bolt of lightning.

The fragments in her memory began to fit together—the woman Muffy had accidentally mentioned, the one Doctor Rue and his nurse had talked about—it was her.

Lethia scoffed in disbelief, cursing herself for not realizing who Reia was from the start.

She wasn’t just some side character in Renar’s life. She was someone who mattered. They had history, and they had issues. And that made her far too important.

The fury burning in Renar’s eyes made Lethia flinch. And when she caught the tense clench of his jaw, something twisted deep in her gut. Then he turned away from her and looked at Reia. He took the mic from her hand.

"I’ve decided not only to run as a parliamentary elite," Renar announced, his voice calm but sharp. "I will run as a King candidate and leave the Tuffin party. Will you accompany me through hell and back?"

The murmurs across the hall shifted from giddy to stunned. Some guests looked visibly panicked at the news. Including Zeran—his face turned to ice.

But what happened next made everyone in the hall gasp.

Reia answered Renar’s question by pressing her lips to his.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, one hand gripping the back of his head as if she wanted to brand his lips with hers.

What stunned Lethia wasn’t the kiss; it was the way Renar faced her while being kissed. His eyes locked onto hers, sharp and unrelenting, like he was sending her a message: watch me well.

Lethia’s pulse spiked. Her fists clenched at her sides, teeth grinding hard, and her mind screamed in silent agony: ’Don’t close your eyes! Don’t you dare! Don’t!’

But as if he heard her inward plea, Renar gave her one final, defiant glance before he closed his eyes and pulled Reia closer by the waist.

As thunderous applause erupted around them, celebrating the kiss between Renar and Reia, Lethia let out a sharp gasp.

Her chest ached from the violent hammering of her heart. Those sweet lips should’ve been hers just minutes ago, but instead now hungrily devouring another woman’s.

Of course, she was furious. Of course, she felt played. If Renar wanted to be with someone else, he shouldn’t have lured her in like that.

What was he trying to do, make her jealous? What a pathetic waste. Because Lethia was not jealous at all—or so she thought.

They broke the kiss only after the crowd noise faded. The sight of those two panting doves in love was so disturbing, Lethia could barely stomach it.

She shut her eyes and drew in a deep breath, trying to calm the chaos in her chest.

"Are you okay?" Zeran asked.

"Why shouldn’t I be?" she snapped, irritation sharp in her tone.

Zeran didn’t argue. He just took her hand and led her away without a word, and Lethia thanked him for that.

"Ah! There she is, Lethia Ashcroft."

Reia’s voice forced Lethia to stop and turn her head. She saw a mischievous smile.

"The woman who brought so much public attention to Lykon Haven lately. Miss Lethia, would you mind giving a speech of honour about your journey as a VIP Aide?"

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