Alpha's Rejected becomes the Lycan's Obsession
Chapter 134: Priestesses

Chapter 134: Priestesses

Tessy dropped the phone from her ear and sighed softly, the soft beep of the ended call still echoing in her head. Her hand lingered on the device as she stared blankly into the empty living room of Freya’s house.

She had been there since that afternoon, waiting for her friend to return from work as promised. But that wasn’t going to happen anymore. Freya had just informed her that something came up at the hospital, and she would have to run the night shift. She wouldn’t be returning until morning.

The news sat heavy in Tessy’s chest. A small part of her was relieved she wouldn’t do any explanation, but another part of her, the part that craved Freya’s calming presence and soothing voice, felt disappointed and slightly abandoned.

She stood slowly and began picking up a few of her things which she had brought to the house the day before. With her arms full, she stepped out of the house into the cool night, drawing in a long breath as the door clicked shut behind her.

Daniel, who was standing guard outside, turned to her. The moment he saw her approach, he moved towards her without hesitation and took the luggage from her arms. She gave him a small, tired smile in gratitude and walked to the car. She climbed into the shotgun seat, and nestled into it as if trying to sink into the comfort it offered.

Daniel placed her bag in the trunk, shut it gently, then rounded the car and got into the driver’s seat. He inserted the key and started the engine, casting a glance at her as he did.

"What about your friend, madam?" he asked, his voice soft and respectful, but with a slight undertone of curiosity. "You’re leaving already without seeing her?"

"Something came up and she will have to work overnight. I can’t see her tonight again until tomorrow," Tessy responded, her eyes fixed on the road ahead, her voice neutral but laced with fatigue.

"Okay, madam," Daniel replied, nodding slightly as he put the car in gear and slowly began driving out of the compound.

They had barely driven for five minutes, the car humming softly and the city lights washing their faces in a yellowish glow, when Tessy suddenly turned her head to look at him.

"Are you also a werewolf?" she asked, her voice calm, but her words slicing through the silence like a blade.

Daniel’s eyes stretched to their limits, shock contorting his face for a brief moment. He blinked rapidly, as though trying to ensure he had heard her correctly. His hands tightened slightly around the steering wheel, and his shoulders stiffened.

"Huh?" he managed, his voice higher than normal. "What are you talking about, madam?"

Tessy didn’t look away. Her gaze stayed fixed on him, her brows slightly raised, and her tone sharpened with frustration.

"You can drop the act. I already know more than you think I know. I just don’t know if you’re part of them, and I think I deserve to know the identity of the one driving me. So tell me, Daniel, are you werewolf or human?"

Daniel’s grip on the steering wheel relaxed, but only slightly. He swallowed hard and kept his eyes on the road, the weight of her words sinking in. Of all the conversations he had expected that night, this wasn’t one of them.

"Boss told you about us?" he asked carefully, cautiously, as though each word could spark an explosion.

"Yes. He told me everything," Tessy said, her voice quieter now, but still filled with unspoken turmoil.

Daniel sighed, nodding slowly, accepting that there was no use pretending any longer. If Roman had told her, what was the point of hiding or denying it?

"I’m a werewolf, madam," he finally revealed. "I’m sorry for making you raise your voice."

Tessy’s eyes softened as guilt pricked her chest. She had raised her voice at Daniel, who had only been kind, respectful, and gentle since she met him. She took in his expression, the slight guilt on his face, and felt herself calm down.

"I’m sorry for raising my voice," she apologized sincerely. "I’m still trying to process everything without going insane."

Her voice trembled slightly at the end, betraying the emotional chaos swirling inside her. Everything felt surreal. Her world had shifted overnight. And while she was trying to maintain her grip, she could feel the edges of her sanity fraying.

Daniel nodded understandingly, the corner of his lips lifting in a reassuring smile. "It’s okay, madam. I understand."

Tessy looked at him again, this time her voice quieter, more curious than accusing.

"Is there anybody in the house who’s pure human?"

Daniel shook his head without hesitation, eyes still on the road.

"No one. Everyone at home are werewolves."

Her brows knitted together slightly as she processed his words. "Including Ruby?" she asked.

Daniel nodded. "Ruby is also a werewolf. But she is an Omega."

Tessy tilted her head. The term sounded like something out of a fantasy novel.

"What is an Omega?" she asked, genuine curiosity now etched on her face.

Daniel took a breath, then began to explain, his voice steady as he focused on the road but kept his tone clear.

"Well, in werewolf society, we have a ranking system. At the top are the Alphas, they are the leaders, the strongest, and the ones others naturally follow. After them are the Betas. They’re the second-in-command, powerful too, but loyal to the Alpha. Then we have the Deltas and Gammas, who help keep order, handle security, and various other duties."

He paused briefly, adjusting the volume of his voice, ensuring Tessy was following.

"Omegas are the lowest rank. They’re not necessarily weak, but they’re usually the most submissive in the pack. They take on supportive roles, cooking, cleaning, caretaking." He explained as they inched closer and closer to the house.

***

The car glided silently down the long stretch of road leading to the mansion, the humming engine of the luxury SUV a low lullaby against the soft music playing from the speakers.

Daniel kept his hands steady on the wheel and offered a small, comforting smile when they neared the mansion. "Almost home."

Tessy turned her head, blinking like she’d been pulled from somewhere far away. "Yeah. I can’t wait. Thank you, Daniel. I’m exhausted."

"Anytime," he replied warmly.

As Daniel pulled the car to a stop right inside the garage, a sudden heaviness settled in Tessy’s chest, but she pushed it aside.

They stepped out of the car, and Tessy wrapped her arms around herself, the night wind tugging lightly at her hair. Daniel trailed beside her as the heavy doors opened to welcome them inside.

But the moment they stepped into the grand foyer, Tessy stopped cold.

In the wide living room, just past the double archways, stood seven young women. They were arranged in a line like silent sentinels, each of them dressed in flowing white gowns that brushed the polished marble floor, with golden belts cinched tightly around their waists. The fabric shimmered slightly under the crystal chandelier, like water caught in sunlight.

All of them stood still, poised and quiet, facing the grand staircase that spiraled up into the mansion’s upper level.

Tessy’s steps faltered. Her eyes swept across the scene, unsettled by the strange serenity of it all. Something about them was unnerving.

As if sensing her presence, the women suddenly turned their heads in unison.

Seven pairs of eyes landed on her.

Tessy stiffened but didn’t retreat. Her gaze moved slowly from face to face, trying to make sense of what she was seeing. And then her eyes caught on one person she recognized. Saphira. That was when she realized that Roman had not really explained his relationship with Saphira clearly.

The instinct to turn and walk away pressed heavily against her. These women weren’t here for her. They weren’t even bothering to hide their disregard. Maybe it was best to just go upstairs and pretend none of this was her business.

But then another thought rose, stubborn and bold.

This is her house now, too.

She had every right to know who they were, why they were here, and what exactly they wanted.

Before she could open her mouth to ask, Daniel stepped forward beside her and walked toward the group. She watched in puzzlement as he bowed slightly to the woman in the center, the one who stood half a step ahead of the others, with a gold circlet across her brow and eyes like smoldering coals.

"Good evening, Priestesses," Daniel said respectfully, his voice low.

So they were priestesses. That explained the air of power that cloaked them, subtle but undeniable.

The one in the middle, who Tessy had already assumed to be their leader, nodded regally. Her voice was soft but carried a strange echo, like it vibrated through the walls. "Thank you, Daniel. We are here for the Roman. He has been informed and is on his way."