Possessed Wolfless: From Rejected to Vengeful Lycans' Queen-Chapter 27: Frozen Sperm (M)

Lethia’s whispered words in Renar’s ear only made his body burn hotter, aching for more.

He had just taken two more pills an hour ago while keeping her company at dinner, so there was no way he would lose control and shift into a beast.

So... should he really believe that the spirit he never even acknowledged was the one driving them into this madness?

He couldn’t bring himself to care anymore. Instead, he pulled her against him, locking her in his embrace and burying his face in her neck.

Lethia, startled by his sudden move, found herself unable to roll her hips any longer.

But Renar merely adjusted, bending his thighs slightly so that the friction stayed right where it needed to be with more intensity.

His thick length glided harder against her folds, caught between her lips like it was meant to slip inside.

"Ahh... arghh..." The stimulation on her clit sent a violent tremor through her, a clear sign she was close, making her clutch onto him tighter, sliding his cock even harder against her.

Renar, feeling her reaction, moved his thighs faster, making the water ripple and splash around them.

The resistance slowed him down, but the pressure from the water only heightened the stimulation on his tip, making every stroke more torturous.

Lethia clung to him, her nails digging into his back when the surging heat in her core peaked.

She came with a pulse so intense her whole body trembled, her heartbeat hammering against her ribs as she gasped for air.

But Renar wasn’t done. He kept grinding against her, his movements turning desperate, faster, until a deep growl rumbled in his throat.

Then, the sudden rush of warmth spilling against her entrance, hotter than the water surrounding them. He groaned into her ear as he came, his teeth grazing her skin in a sharp nip that sent another jolt straight to her core.

Lethia and Renar clung to each other, breathless and spent. The warmth of his body made her feel safe, wrapped in his embrace.

A bit ironic, really—if her baby could speak, it might mock her for her shameless lust.

She loosened her hold slightly, her gaze meeting Renar’s as their breathing steadied.

A soft stir brushed against her heart when she saw the way he looked at her, gentle, almost tender. It made her flush.

She realized then that she had never received such a look from Varrel throughout their marriage. Never a gaze that pulled her in, wrapped her in the illusion of happiness, one so consuming that even if the world were to crumble tomorrow, she wouldn’t care as long as she remained in it.

"I think it’s calmed down already, hasn’t it?"

Renar didn’t answer. Instead, he pressed a palm against her lower belly and closed his eyes briefly before opening them again.

"The baby is calm." His gaze locked onto hers. "You should go back to your room and dry yourself off."

Lethia flinched, feeling as if Renar didn’t want to acknowledge what they had just done. Before embarrassment could creep in, she quickly stood and stepped out of the bathtub. She hurried to her room, locking the door behind her.

After changing into fresh clothes, she collapsed onto the ergonomic bed, its warmth seeping into her skin.

What she had just done was shameless—but she didn’t regret it. She convinced herself it was a need, and they had both indulged in it.

More than that, it was the quickest way to forge a deeper connection with Renar, who always clung to logic above all else.

Her eyes flickered toward the ceiling, where a painted mural depicted a fairy with delicate wings, chased by a Lycan in its beastly form. The fairy’s expression should have been frightened, but why was she smiling?

’Are you enjoying your doomed fate? Why do you look like you want the Lycan to catch you? Stupid.’

Her eyelids grew heavy, surrendering to exhaustion. For the first time since the day she was rejected, she let go of everything and simply allowed herself to drift into sleep.

But the same couldn’t be said for Renar, who lay awake, unable to sleep, still lost in the lingering scent of her.

***

With a glass of whiskey in hand, Zeran lounged back, gazing out at the artificial forest stretching beyond his third-floor window. He took a slow sip, his eyes never straying from the tablet resting on his lap.

He kept sliding through the information on the screen where Lethia’s background lay out in meticulous details. What was supposed to be a simple visit to Renar’s penthouse to collect the debts for the flying car had led him straight to his little plaything instead.

Zeran’s jaw tensed as he recalled the intoxicating pull of her honeyed scent, so rich and thick that the beast inside him had growled in response. The very scent he had been searching for, craving. The one that forced him to swallow those damn pills he despised.

But when her scent had wrapped around him, why had his focus shifted to the unborn child in her womb instead? Why did it feel like that was what had called to him, luring him in, hypnotizing him into uttering that cursed word, mate?

’Could it be...?’

"Poco, call Derreck. Now."

"Calling Derreck right now," the deep, automated voice of his AI assistant responded instantly. The dial tone barely had time to ring before the call connected.

"Yes, good evening, sir?" fɾeeweɓnѳveɭ.com

"Make an appointment with Doctor Zoe as soon as possible."

"Mm... for what reason, sir? Doctor Zoe won’t see anyone without a clear purpose."

"It’s about my frozen sperm. Tell him I need to check them myself."

"Uh... sir, your samples are stored at the IVF Temsor Werewolf Center, and according to the agreement, you can’t access them unless you’re planning to use them soon. Have you found a suitable mother, sir?"

Zeran drummed his fingers lazily against the armrest, lost in thought as he considered his hypothesis.

"How many vials did I have when I froze them?"

"You have seven, sir. The last report confirmed all of them were still in good condition."

"When was that?"

"Three months ago."

"Ask them again if those seven vials are still in perfect condition... or not."

He ended the call before his secretary could ask any more questions, his gaze turning cold as he stared out the window.

His fingers swiped back to the tablet screen, the glowing display showing Lethia’s medical records, six weeks pregnant. His eyes locked onto the lab where Lethia had undergone her IVF procedure.

The same damn lab where his frozen sperm was stored.

He closed the tab and clenched his jaw..

’What a fucked-up world.’

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