Alpha's Rejected becomes the Lycan's Obsession
Chapter 123: Everything will be okay

Chapter 123: Everything will be okay

Tessy hadn’t spoken a word since she returned to her room. Not since the truth detonated through her veins like wildfire, scorching every memory, every lie, every face she once believed in.

It had been hours since she arrived in her room, and she had locked herself in, refusing to come out. She didn’t care about food, even though her stomach ached from hunger. The physical emptiness was nothing compared to the storm inside her.

She was devastated, completely shattered, not just by the revelation, but also by the loss of her pregnancy, and deep down, she blamed herself for it.

A thousand thoughts circled her mind, each one beginning with if only or if I had known. If only she had been more careful. If she had waited a little to hear Roman’s side of the story. If only she had done things differently.

Each thought stabbed at her already broken heart, worsening the guilt that consumed her. The weight of regret was too much to bear, and it only deepened the pain of what she had lost.

Outside, Roman was extremely worried and could no longer remain still. He had paced the hallway for hours, struggling to give her the time and space she needed. He didn’t want to overwhelm her, so he had made the difficult decision not to bother her, hoping that the silence would help her collect her thoughts.

But as the hours stretched, the worry began to gnaw at him, growing heavier with each passing moment. The uncertainty of what she was going through behind that closed door became too much to bear.

Unable to stay away any longer, Roman walked to her door. He raised his hand and released a series of soft, careful knocks, trying not to startle her.

His voice was low and gentle, filled with concern as he called out, "Tessy... can you hear me? Please, open the door."

When he didn’t get any response, Roman stood quietly for a moment, his worry deepening. Gently placing a hand on the door, he said, "I know you’re in pain, Tessy. But you don’t have to go through it alone." he added. "I don’t want you to hurt yourself because of this."

Still, there was no answer, just silence pressing against him from the other side of the door. He let out a quiet sigh, the sound filled with frustration and helplessness.

"I’m coming in," Roman said softly, his hand going to the doorknob. But when he tried it, it didn’t move. The door was locked from the inside. Another sigh escaped his lips, deeper this time.

"If you don’t open the door," he continued gently, "then I’m going to sit right here, right in front of it, until you feel okay enough to come out. Your suffering is mine too, and I will never, ever let you go through it all alone."

With that, Roman slowly lowered himself to the ground, settling into a seated position right in front of the door. He didn’t knock again. He didn’t speak further. He just sat there, offering his presence as comfort, hoping she could feel that she wasn’t alone, even if she couldn’t find the strength to respond.

Tessy heard everything. Every single word. She didn’t know how, but she was completely aware that he was right there, just as he had said. Somehow, she could feel his presence as clearly as if he were in the room with her. The weight of that truth only made the guilt inside her grow heavier. His gesture, as considerate and selfless as it was, didn’t bring her peace. Instead, it intensified the ache in her chest.

She had heard his voice. It was gentle and soothing. But she couldn’t bring herself to respond. She couldn’t open the door as he had asked. How could she look him in the face, knowing that her carelessness had led to the loss of the life they had both been so excited about?

But even in the depths of her guilt and sorrow, Tessy couldn’t ignore the comfort his presence brought. Slowly, she pushed herself to her feet and trudged toward the door. She didn’t open it. Instead, she sank down onto the floor, just a few inches away from him, separated only by the wooden barrier between them.

She didn’t speak. She couldn’t. She needed comfort more than anything, but she didn’t have the courage to ask for it, nor the strength to accept what was being offered so openly. So she settled for the only thing she could handle, which was being close to him. He couldn’t see her. She couldn’t see him. But for now, just being near him was enough.

Roman heard her soft footsteps approaching the door, and a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips. She was close. He could feel it. Just on the other side. That quiet movement meant something, even if she didn’t say a word.

At that moment, he wished he could feel exactly what she was feeling, to understand the depth of her emotions. If only he had marked her, he would have been able to sense her emotions clearly, to share in her pain and comfort her more deeply. But that connection wasn’t in place yet, so he had to rely on what his eyes and ears could perceive.

Just then, he heard a low, faint growl from her stomach. His smile faded slightly, replaced by quiet concern. It was subtle, but unmistakable. She was hungry. Her body was crying out even if she wouldn’t.

Roman didn’t hesitate. He reached into his pocket, pulled out his phone, and typed a quick message. His fingers moved with purpose, sending the request to someone he knew would act quickly.

Not long after, Daniel appeared, walking silently down the hall. In his hands, he held a tray. Wordlessly, Daniel lowered the tray to the floor right outside the door, positioning it gently before turning around and walking away.

On the tray was a covered dish. Beside it sat a pen and a small piece of paper, deliberately placed.

Roman picked up the pen and stared at the blank piece of paper for a moment, thinking carefully about what to write. He knew Tessy was hurting, and words weren’t always enough, but they were all he had to reach her right now.

Slowly, he began to write, his handwriting steady and purposeful. When he finished, he folded the note neatly and gently slid it under the door. With the paper no longer in his sight, Roman leaned back and waited silently, his heart pounding with hope and anxiety.

Inside the room, Tessy noticed the small slip of paper being pushed under the door. She remained still at first, but when she realized Roman had stopped moving, she stretched out her hand hesitantly and picked it up. Her fingers trembled slightly as she unfolded it, revealing his neat handwriting. She read the message slowly, taking in every word:

Your tummy is protesting, and I know you’re hungry. There’s food right out here, in front of your door. It’s steak—specially prepared to suit your taste buds. If you just open the door and take it, you’ll put my mind at ease. If not, I swear I’m going to die of worry.

Tessy stared at the note, her chest tightening with emotion. The simplicity of the message, the tenderness in every word, it broke something inside her. Tears welled up in her eyes and spilled over, uncontrollable sobs shaking her body.

She clutched the paper to her chest as if it were the only thing holding her together. She could no longer resist the pull of his presence, the need to feel close to him. With shaky resolve, she pushed herself to her feet and reached for the door handle.

She opened the door slowly, her trembling hand barely managing to turn the knob. The moment the door creaked open and her eyes landed on Roman seated on the floor, her emotions shattered completely. The sight of him waiting there so patiently, so quietly, undid the last thread of strength she had been clinging to. Her knees nearly gave out from beneath her, and fresh tears spilled down her cheeks.

Roman looked up sharply the instant he heard the door open. As soon as his gaze met hers, he shot to his feet. But what broke him wasn’t her presence. It was the expression on her face. The pain in her eyes, the guilt, the devastation... it hit him like a blow to the chest.

He stood frozen for a second, fighting the overwhelming urge to rush to her. He had promised himself he would give her time, space, whatever she needed. But standing there, seeing her cry, watching the tears flow without end, it undid him.

He could no longer hold back. In that moment, nothing else mattered. Forgetting his promise to give her room, he closed the short distance between them in a heartbeat and pulled her into his arms.

She didn’t resist. She crumbled into his embrace, her sobs muffled against his chest.

Roman wrapped his arms around her tightly, protectively, as if he could shield her from the pain. With his lips close to her ear, he whispered over and over again, "It’s going to be okay. I promise, everything will be okay."

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