Alpha's Rejected becomes the Lycan's Obsession
Chapter 124: Feel at home

Chapter 124: Feel at home

Tessy’s sobs eventually reduced, her cries now no longer sharp and piercing but reduced to soft whimpers, like the fading rustle of leaves after a storm. Her entire body trembled slightly, as if her bones had absorbed the sorrow and refused to let it go. Her cheeks were flushed from the force of her tears, her eyes swollen and pink. Her lashes stuck together from the wetness, and her lips trembled with unspoken grief.

But Roman didn’t let her go.

He remained with her, arms still tightly wrapped around her petite frame, as if releasing her would mean she’d fall apart again, shattering into too many pieces for him to gather. Without a word, he gently lifted her off the ground, holding her close as though she weighed nothing. She didn’t resist, merely pressed her face deeper against his chest, her hands curled weakly into the fabric of his shirt.

The room was quiet as he carried her in, the silence only broken by the sound of the door closing behind them. Moonlight spilled in from the open window, casting soft shadows that danced across the floor. He walked to the edge of the bed and slowly lowered her onto it with tender care, like placing something fragile on fine silk.

She sat there, motionless for a second, her shoulders slumped, head bowed, and eyes fixed on the ground.

Roman straightened up and walked back toward the door. He picked up the tray, and proceeded back inside.

When he returned, he didn’t say anything. He set the tray gently on the side stool next to the bed. Then he sat down beside her, the bed dipping slightly under his weight. Slowly, cautiously, he turned his face to hers. Her eyes were red from too much crying, glistening with fresh tears that threatened to fall again. The sight brought an ache to his chest so deep it seemed to press against his very heart. He reached up, his thumb brushing gently beneath her eye to catch a tear before it could fall.

"Stop crying. Seeing you like this is hurting me," he said, his voice low, raw with emotion, barely more than a whisper. He wiped another tear with the pad of his thumb, then pulled her to himself once more, wrapping his arms around her tightly.

"I’m sorry," Tessy said, but her voice came out muffled as her lips were against Roman’s chest.

Roman frowned deeply when he heard what she said. His brows drew together in pain and disbelief, and he pulled away slightly, just enough so he could look into her face. His hand cupped her cheek, and his eyes bore into hers with fierce sincerity.

"There is nothing for you to be sorry about. None of what happened was your fault," he said to her, his voice firm yet aching with compassion.

But Tessy shook her head slowly, her tears now flowing freely again. Her hands clenched into fists on her lap as guilt radiated from every part of her body like a second skin she couldn’t shed.

"Yes, part of it was my fault," she said, her voice shaking as her eyes fluttered closed. "I stupidly listened to a stranger and even went into a forest in the middle of the night. If I had been more thoughtful, I would still have my baby."

Her voice cracked on the last word. The moment it escaped her lips, something inside her broke open, and unrestrained sobs poured out of her like floodwaters breaking through a dam.

Roman felt his throat tighten painfully at her words. He knew then, with absolute clarity, where her deepest sorrow was truly rooted. It wasn’t just the staggering revelation of her identity, or the truth she had just learned about her lineage. No, the wound that was bleeding most was her self-blame, her belief that she had lost their baby because of a mistake she had made.

And it was killing her from the inside out.

"Don’t do that, my love," he said softly, his voice rich with both pain and urgency. "That wasn’t your fault. It was mine, for keeping all these away from you. Even though I did it out of consideration of all you suffered before I met you."

He paused and took her hand gently in his, wrapping his fingers around hers as if trying to remind her that she wasn’t alone in her pain.

"Anybody would have acted the way you did, especially when it concerns someone you love. I don’t want you to beat yourself up for it."

She didn’t speak, but she lowered her eyes, guilt still etched into every line of her face. Her silence screamed more loudly than any words could have.

Roman wasn’t having it.

He reached up again, this time catching her chin with his forefinger, stopping her from completely bringing her head down.

"Look at me. Hey... look at me," he said to her gently, urging her to lift her head with the slightest push of his finger.

Slowly, hesitantly, Tessy raised her gaze to meet his. Her eyes were dull with sorrow, rimmed with red, and the tears still pooled there, heavy and waiting to fall. But she looked at him.

And when she did, what she saw on Roman’s face nearly stole her breath. There was no anger, no blame. Only sincerity, determination, and love.

"We are going to figure everything else together," he told her, his voice low and steady, like a vow being carved into stone. "Your aunt’s issue, your real mother’s location if she is still alive, the truth about your identity. We will figure it out together. You just need to trust me."

She blinked at him, overwhelmed, her lips parting as though she wanted to speak, but the words refused to form.

"And about our baby," he continued, his voice trembling slightly now. "I am mourning him just as much as you are. But then... as long as we both are still alive, we’re going to have another baby."

His words were strong, but behind them was a deep, quiet pain. A pain that made Tessy understand just how much Roman had lost too.

He wasn’t making empty promises. He wasn’t saying things just to soothe her. This was a vow. A sacred, heartfelt promise, one he knew deep in his soul he would fulfill, even if it would cost him his last drop of blood.

***

Inside the guest room, Williams sat on the edge of the single bed, his mind a chaos of thoughts.

The events of the day, the discovery he’d made, the truth that was yet to unfold, buzzed through his head like hornets. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, fingers interlaced, staring at the floor without really seeing it.

Then, a soft knock came at the door.

It was so gentle it almost blended with the wind, but Williams lifted his head sharply. He stood, his feet padding across the wooden floor with careful steps. Part of him expected to see Dera, maybe coming to speak, to argue, to accuse.

But when he opened the door, it wasn’t Dera.

It was her uncle.

The older man stood there in the quiet corridor with a tray in his hands. A glass of warm milk and a few slices of bread sat neatly on it. The man’s expression was neutral, but something about his presence felt... intentional.

"I don’t know what your kind likes to eat," the man said, his voice low and gruff, but not unkind. "And Chidera would not tell me anything, let alone prepare anything for you. So I put together what I can, hoping you can manage it until morning."

He extended the tray toward Williams with both hands.

Williams was surprised, both by the gesture and by the quiet tension in the air. Still, he accepted the tray.

"Thank you very much. That’s very kind of you," Williams responded, his tone polite, respectful. In truth, he wasn’t hungry. He could easily go the night without a single bite. But he appreciated the gesture.

The man lingered for a moment longer, his eyes briefly scanning Williams as though trying to understand him.

"We will go fishing very early in the morning," the man added, his voice dropping slightly as though sharing something significant. "In case you wake up and you don’t find anybody in the house, don’t panic. And feel at home."

Then, almost as an afterthought, he added, "Have a good night, Mr. Williams," before turning and walking away, the sound of his footsteps fading into the hall.

Williams stood at the door for a few seconds more, staring after the man.

He was deeply curious why the man was treating him differently than Dera did. There was a contrast between their behaviors, a weight in their silences that he couldn’t yet understand.

But that was not the time to ask.

So he shut the door quietly, turned around with the tray in his hands, and settled back onto the bed, knowing morning would bring more answers, and he was ready for it.

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