Alpha's Rejected becomes the Lycan's Obsession
Chapter 129: You have to lie to her

Chapter 129: You have to lie to her

The air was still, but something unseen crackled beneath the surface.

Tessy’s heartbeat picked up while she was still asleep, as if responding to some silent alarm her body recognized but her conscious mind could not yet comprehend. Her breathing, once slow and peaceful, began to shift into quick, shallow pulls of air. Her palms fisted tightly by her sides, pressing into the mattress as though clinging to something invisible. Her entire body turned rigid, like a wire drawn too tight.

Roman, who had been sleeping with his arms securely wrapped around her, stirred the moment he felt her body tense. His eyes opened in an instant, sharp and alert despite the haze of sleep. Instinct told him something wasn’t right. He shifted slightly without loosening his hold, turning his gaze to her face.

His brows knit together as he observed her features. There was something etched on her face, a slight frown that deepened the curve of her brow and tugged the corners of her lips downward. She was dreaming — that much was obvious — but it didn’t seem like a good one. There was an unsettling energy around her, a tension in the air that didn’t come from the dream alone.

Then Roman noticed it.

A low hum vibrated through the room, subtle at first, almost imperceptible. But it grew steadily, becoming a soft tremor that made the lamp on the side table shake. The heavy curtain rod clinked gently as the drapes swayed despite the absence of wind. A glass of water trembled beside the bed, sending small ripples across its surface like the warning waves before a storm.

It was as if the room itself had become unsteady, like an earthquake was brewing beneath the very foundation of the house, but Roman knew better. His eyes narrowed and shifted back to Tessy. The source wasn’t the earth. It was her. Whatever power was simmering inside her subconscious was waking up with a restless fury, probably triggered by whatever dream she was having.

Before he could even make the decision to wake her up, something sharp and deadly made its presence known.

The coat stand.

Roman’s senses snapped into full alert as he caught sight of the heavy metal coat stand at the far end of the room. Without warning, it jerked from its resting place, hovering in the air for a split second, just enough time for Roman to realize it was aimed directly at Tessy’s head.

Then It shot forward, sharp side first.

It came at her with a terrifying speed, a speed so fast that even a second’s hesitation could have been fatal. But Roman wasn’t any mortal man. His reflexes kicked in without thought, without calculation. His body moved before his mind could register the motion. One swift, powerful movement of his arm struck the coat stand mid-air, redirecting its deadly path.

With a loud, violent crash, the stand flew across the room and slammed into the closet door. The wood splintered where it hit, the noise loud enough to echo through the house like a warning bell.

The sound jolted Tessy out of her sleep instantly.

Her body twisted, startled and alert, as her eyes flew open. Confusion swam in her gaze, quickly followed by fear. She turned toward the direction of the crash, heart racing wildly in her chest as her eyes locked on the coat stand now lying on the floor.

"What...?" she whispered under her breath, her mind scrambling to make sense of what she was seeing.

She turned back to Roman, her eyes full of questions she couldn’t yet form into words.

Roman met her gaze with an expression that was calm, controlled, and unsettlingly unfazed.

"Good morning, my love," he greeted her in a calm voice, his expression soft despite the chaos that had just erupted seconds before.

Tessy blinked.

She couldn’t find her voice at first. How was he so calm? How could he be looking at her like that, as if nothing had happened in the room? Was it just her? It couldn’t be. That coat stand wasn’t lying on the floor, by the closet when she slept.

Didn’t he hear the noise too?

"Good morning," she finally managed, swallowing hard. Her voice was small, uncertain.

"Umm... The coat stand..." she began, then trailed off, her voice faltering. She didn’t know how to finish the sentence. Didn’t even know what the question was supposed to be. She just hoped he’d understand the pieces she was trying to put together.

"It moved on its own," Roman answered, his voice still level, as if he’d just mentioned the weather.

Tessy’s eyes widened further, impossibly wide now. Her skin went pale as a wave of realization crept over her. That episode... that terrifying episode she thought was over... was it back?

Roman seemed to read the fear in her expression.

"Looks like you were having a very bad dream. What was it about?" he asked her, his voice dipped in concern but still steady.

Tessy blinked again, disoriented. She searched her mind, trying to retrieve the images from her dream, but they were like mist slipping through her fingers. Gone before she could hold on.

She shook her head slightly, frustrated by the blankness.

"I think I was having a dream," she admitted, pushing herself up and slightly away from him, "but I can’t even remember what it was about."

Roman watched her carefully. "Are you all right?" he asked, his tone dipping low, threaded with something protective.

She nodded slowly. "Yes, I’m fine... Umm... you think the coat stand moved because of my dream?" Her voice was soft, almost a whisper. Her eyes searched his face, trying to read what he wasn’t saying.

Roman exhaled slowly, brushing a hand down her arm gently, grounding her.

"Not just your dream... but your powers as well," he said. "Liam told me that if you don’t get training, you may hurt others... and hurt yourself."

He paused, letting the words settle in her chest before he continued.

"I think it’s about time we find a way to help you learn how to control your powers."

The curiosity lit her eyes instantly, replacing fear with tentative hope.

"There’s a way to do that? How?" she asked, leaning in slightly.

"We’ll have to wait for Williams to be back. He embarked on an important journey," Roman explained.

Tessy nodded again, slowly digesting his words.

"Is he a werewolf as well?" she asked, her voice laced with wonder and a trace of suspicion.

"Williams is a hybrid," Roman told her. "Part werewolf and part witch. But he knows a lot of witch stuff, so he can help."

She fell silent again, her gaze dropping to her palms now resting open on her lap. They looked so small, so harmless. Yet, just moments ago, they’d been connected to something wild and dangerous — something that could kill.

Then a new realization struck her.

Freya.

Her breath caught.

"Freya!" Tessy exclaimed, the name bursting out like a cry.

She turned sharply, her eyes darting toward the corner of the room where she had left her phone the night before. It was on the floor, untouched, exactly where she had placed it... still switched off.

She had turned it off the previous day, unable to face the world after everything that had been revealed to her. But now...

Freya must have been worried sick.

Tessy’s body moved on instinct, beginning to rise from the bed to retrieve the phone. But halfway through the motion, she stopped, frozen in place by a single thought that slammed into her like a wave.

What was she going to tell Freya?

How could she explain this?

The dreams... the powers... the fact that werewolves and witches weren’t just stories but real, and that she was somehow in the middle of it?

She turned to Roman slowly, her face a mask of confusion.

"How do I even explain all these to Freya?" she asked, her voice cracking as the weight of it all settled on her.

Roman’s gaze darkened, a seriousness entering his features.

"You don’t," he said simply. "Your friend is human. She can’t know of our existence."

He paused, making sure she was listening.

"Many of them suspect that we exist, but that’s all that it is — suspicion. They don’t, and they can’t, know for sure. For their own safety."

Tessy’s lips parted, but no words came.

She dropped her eyes, heart aching.

"What do I tell her then... when she asks? I can’t say nothing, and I’ve never lied to her about anything in the past," she said, her tone conflicted, her emotions unraveling with every word.

"I’m sorry you have to do this," Roman said, his voice softer now. "But this time, you have to lie to her. Not because you want to deceive her... but because you have to do it to keep her safe."

He reached for her hand gently, brushing his thumb across her knuckles with a reassuring touch.

"Don’t worry," he added. "I’ll come up with something very soon so you don’t have to bother your pretty head more than you already have."

Tessy looked at him, her heart a mess of relief, guilt, and affection.

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