Alpha's Rejected becomes the Lycan's Obsession
Chapter 128: Must never know

Chapter 128: Must never know

Williams didn’t speak for a long time after what Dera said. He just held her like he was anchoring himself, as if letting go of her might cause his entire world to disintegrate. They were locked in that moment, in that fragile bubble of stillness that throbbed with unspoken tension and the residue of pain.

His face remained focused on the opposite wall, the shadows of the room casting soft lines across his strong jaw, but eventually, he moved. Slowly, like he didn’t want to startle her or himself, Williams lowered his head. He nestled his nose into her braids, burying it there like it was the only place he found peace.

When he finally spoke, his voice came out low, lighter than usual, a hushed reverence woven into his tone, as if he was offering her a sacred confession, coming from the most sacred place in his heart.

"I understand why you feel that way, but you are wrong," he said, his voice thick with weight, with sorrow, with the need to be understood.

He paused for a brief moment. The silence filled in again but lighter this time. Then, he continued.

"You know how much I have been warned to stay away from dark magic, Dera. I must confess to you that I have tapped from it in these past years, but I have been very careful not to use blood magic."

His words hung between them like a fragile truth long buried and finally unearthed. Dera’s body tensed in his arms, but she didn’t pull away. Her heart thudded with a rhythm that didn’t feel entirely like fear anymore. She listened, closely, because something about the way he was speaking felt like peeling back the years between them.

"If Charlotte had mentioned another name or shown me a picture of a different person," he continued, "I would have employed all my resources to find that person, but I would have never touched blood magic."

His voice dipped even lower.

"I took that risk because it was you, Dera. Because I finally knew that you didn’t just run away without saying anything. Yes, we all need your help to prevent a looming disaster, but in my case, I need you."

The emotion cracked through that final sentence, barely contained beneath his words. His fingers twitched as they tried to hold on tighter, even though he was extra careful not to squeeze her more than he was already doing.

Her breath caught in her throat.

"I have been searching for you. I have been waiting, waiting for when I can breathe in your scent and hold your body against mine once again."

The solemnity in his voice echoed through her chest, deeper than sound, vibrating against her ribs. It felt ancient, sacred, like an oath passed down through time. He was speaking as though she were the only truth in his world, as though all the pain, all the years, all the scars, they had led him here.

And she couldn’t help it.

Her tears came quietly, sliding down her cheeks like rivers that had waited too long to flow. She didn’t sob, didn’t make a sound, but they fell anyway—soft, hot, and unstoppable tears. Her fingers clutched the back of his shirt, not even realizing it, her body moving on instinct alone. Because as much as she’d wanted to hate him, as much as she’d wanted to push him away, all she could feel in that moment was relief.

She didn’t hate him.

She was only angry and terrified. Terrified of returning to the life she had escaped. The life where she had been nothing but a pawn, locked away in Casper’s camp like some prized possession, caged and forgotten. She had imagined, countless times, that the years must have changed Williams, that he must have become a monster like Casper, corrupted by power and blood and sorrow.

But now, his words were telling her a different story.

And the way he held her?

That told her she could breathe.

She could feel safe in his arms.

She wanted to resist that feeling, to cling to the bitterness that had kept her alive this long. But somehow, she couldn’t. Somehow, it slipped through her fingers like grains of sand. So she just remained there, arms still wrapped around him, body pressed close, heart racing quietly in her chest. And she made a decision.

She had vowed to do everything possible to protect Dexter from Casper. That had been her mission, her anchor, her reason to keep going. If helping Williams would help her achieve that—if aligning with him could keep her son safe—then she was willing to do it.

"So you say you know a way we can fix it? You know how to make Casper return to the coma?" she finally asked, her voice quiet, but filled with conviction.

Williams didn’t hesitate.

"I don’t want to make him return to the state of coma. I want to kill him," he responded with calm finality. "But yes, I know how we can achieve that."

"And it involves my return to Monero?" she threw the next question at him quickly, the words almost biting with how much she dreaded the answer.

His face darkened slightly. A frown formed between his brows.

"Not Monero. There’s no way I’m letting you return to that place. You’re coming with me to Luminera."

The name stopped her breath.

She blinked, then slowly pulled her head away from his chest, her hands pressing against his chest as she lifted her face to look up at him. Surprise carved every line of her expression. Her tears still clung to her lashes like little diamonds.

"Luminera?" she asked, her voice laced with disbelief, almost unable to process what he’d just said. "You..." she trailed off, the unspoken question thick between them.

Williams gave a small nod, one of understanding and confirmation.

"Yes. I finally accepted to take over my father’s throne and became the Alpha of Luminera," he said, his voice filled with something gentle, something proud, but not arrogant.

He was offering her the truth, and maybe even a new beginning.

But she still looked at him, stunned, lips slightly parted. She couldn’t help it.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Williams asked finally, lifting his hand and gently running his thumb across her cheek to wipe away another tear.

She blinked again, trying to shake the weight of everything she’d just heard.

"It’s nothing... um, congratulations, I guess," she said finally, her voice uneven as she turned her gaze away from his face.

"So what is it I have to do?" she asked, her voice regaining a bit of strength.

"Just perform the spell again with the right and complete ingredients. That’s all. We will do the fighting," Williams responded, his voice firm and reassuring.

But her face scrunched again. Another frown tugged at her features.

"Why do you need to fight? Why not just send him back to the coma and make him stay there permanently?" she asked, confusion clearly lacing her tone.

"Because doing it wrong the first time eliminates that possibility," Williams explained without a hint of hesitation. He had clearly thought about this long and hard.

"Oh, alright..." Dera said, her voice soft again, but this time laced with resolve. "But I want my son out of it," she finally decided, her gaze turning steely.

Those words didn’t sit well with Williams. Not at all.

"Our son, Dera. Our son," he corrected, his voice heavier now, threaded with a subtle ache.

"Don’t get your hopes too high, Williams," Dera said, shaking her head gently. "What even gives you such confidence that he is yours?"

"He has Alpha blood," Williams stated, his first defense rising swiftly.

But Dera shot it down.

"Casper has Alpha blood as well," she replied flatly, crossing her arms.

"He looks like me," Williams offered again, but Dera dismissed that too.

"That’s probably because I was thinking about you all through the time I was pregnant with him," she said, a trace of humorless sarcasm in her voice.

Williams stared at her, completely incredulous.

"Huh?" he asked, blinking. "Where did you get that narrative from?"

"People say it is possible," Dera replied with a shrug, as if the statement wasn’t entirely absurd.

"Look, Dera... we will get a test if you want to put your mind at rest. But I know it a hundred percent that he is my son," Williams said, his voice turning softer now. The memory painted his features with tenderness.

"We made love before you disappeared—our first and our last—in a river. That was the best evening of my life, Dera. And I know that was the evening that seed was planted," he explained, the memory alive in his voice.

Dera inhaled sharply, eyes flickering with emotions too complicated to name.

"What if he turns out to be Casper’s?" she asked again, still clinging to doubt.

Williams met her gaze, unwavering.

"Then I will accept him as my own, and he must never know who his real father is," he decided, voice firm and full of conviction.

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