Alpha's Rejected becomes the Lycan's Obsession
Chapter 138: Don’t force it

Chapter 138: Don’t force it

The day passed by in a blur for Tessy.

Her mind was a storm of tangled thoughts, and no matter how much she tried to anchor herself in the calm of the mansion, her spirit remained restless.

She had gotten enough unbelievable stories from Roman the night before. Things so fantastical, so strange, so completely removed from anything she thought real, and they clung to her like a second skin.

A few days ago, she would’ve laughed in the face of such revelations. A few days ago, her world had edges, rules, boundaries. But now? Now everything felt like it was floating just beyond her reach, as if she’d stepped through a mirror into another reality, one where the supernatural wasn’t just a bedtime story, it was blood-deep.

She didn’t leave the house throughout the day. The mansion walls seemed to stretch and curl around her like a living, breathing creature. She took her time, refamiliarizing herself with her surroundings. Each corridor, each turn, each face of the people she’d once thought were simply human now held layers she hadn’t noticed before. The cook who always smiled too widely, the housekeeper whose eyes flickered with unspoken things. They were all part of this hidden world too?

And there was still so much she didn’t know.

Her head ached from trying to process everything she had come to know. The air around her had changed, subtly but unmistakably. She hadn’t talked to Freya yet about all that had happened, though they had spoken briefly over the phone. Freya’s voice was firm. "No," she had said. "This isn’t something I want to hear through the phone, Tess. I’ll come to you so we can talk properly."

Still, with Freya’s help, she’d managed to secure a long-term leave from work. That much was a relief. The thought of returning to work when her world was cracking open like an egg, seemed laughable. She needed time to breathe, to understand this new self she was just discovering, to come to terms with whatever she was becoming.

There were still a lot of things she didn’t know, and Roman had told her plainly that those answers would only come when Williams returned.

As the sky shifted from grey to navy, and darkness slowly painted the world outside, Roman returned with Trevor.

The moment she saw him walk through the front doors, something in her chest unclenched. His presence gave Tessy a kind of peace and relief she hadn’t thought she needed. A stillness inside her, like the ocean finally recognizing the moon.

She didn’t understand why she felt that way around him, but it was undeniable. Maybe it was the way he never looked at her like she was broken. Maybe it was the way he explained things to her, gently, slowly, with a calm that soothed the storm inside her. Like she was a child again, just learning to hear and speak. Maybe it was the quiet strength he carried in every breath. She wasn’t sure. But she knew he had become her safe space.

They had dinner together, then talked some more, light things, heavy things. And when it was time to go to bed, she found herself in his room again, just like the night before.

Roman didn’t mind. In fact, he loved it. She could see it in the way his eyes softened when he looked at her, in the way his hand lightly brushed her back as they walked into the room. She felt safe there, safe with him. The bed was warm, the walls steady. But as Roman moved toward the bathroom to shower, a sudden wave of heaviness pressed against her eyelids.

She didn’t fight it. She couldn’t.

The sleep dragged her under fast and deep, like the sea claiming a sinking stone.

By the time Roman finished with his shower and returned to the bedroom, a towel draped around his waist and his damp hair dripping onto his shoulders, he stopped short at the door, surprised to find her fast asleep. But that wasn’t the disturbing part.

Her fists were clenched so tight her knuckles had turned an alarming shade of white. Her eyes were shut so forcefully it looked as though she was fighting to keep something unseen out, like her very soul was rejecting a vision. But worse, one of the largest paintings in the room, an old, heavy-framed canvas of a battlefield, was hovering right above her head.

The frame trembled in the air, humming with invisible energy, ready to fall at any second.

Roman didn’t waste time. He lunged forward, hitting the painting away from above her head with swift force. The loud crash of the frame slamming into the wall and splitting into two uneven pieces echoed like a gunshot.

Tessy jerked awake with a sharp gasp.

Her eyes flew open, wild and confused. "What happened?" she asked, her breath shaky as she turned to look at the now-damaged painting.

Roman crouched beside her, his tone gentle but firm. "Your powers," he said quietly, "They’re acting up again. That painting was right above your head. I had to destroy it before it fell on you."

She blinked rapidly, trying to draw deep breaths, trying to make sense of the hammering in her chest. Her heart was racing, wild like a runaway horse. She exhaled shakily, trying to normalize the beating, but the fear had already settled deep inside her.

She didn’t like this.

The other times something like this had happened, they were always preceded by a terrible dream. Something dark, something twisted. But the last two times... there had been no dream. Or at least not one she could remember.

And that scared her even more.

The sleep was gone from her eyes, as if it had never been there. She swung her legs down to the floor, planting her feet firmly, as though grounding herself would stop the shaking inside. Roman tried to soothe her. "It’s alright. The danger is gone now."

But she wasn’t buying it.

What if next time the painting wasn’t the only thing that broke? What if she ended up killing someone? Killing him? Or herself?

Just then, a knock echoed at the door. A deep, quick rap that sliced through the silence like a blade.

Roman already knew who it was before he even reached for the handle. Trevor.

He opened the door and met Trevor’s frowning face.

"Boss," Trevor said immediately, his tone edged with concern.

Roman’s eyes narrowed slightly. "What’s the problem?"

"Something is happening in the house," Trevor replied. "All the furniture is... floating. And vibrating. Seriously."

Roman’s frown deepened.

Tessy, who had heard everything, stood up and moved toward the door. Her brows pulled together in confusion.

Roman didn’t ask Trevor to explain further. He already suspected the truth.

Without bothering to put on a shirt, he stepped out of the room, heading down the stairs. Tessy followed, her pace hurried, her breath caught between confusion and dread.

When they arrived downstairs, her mouth fell open.

Trevor hadn’t been exaggerating.

Chairs. Tables. Lamps. Every single piece of furniture in the living room was hanging in midair, suspended by some invisible force. Worse still, they vibrated with such intensity, it looked like an unseen hand was shaking the entire space. The chandelier swung ominously from the ceiling like it too wanted to break free.

"What the hell," Tessy whispered, stepping forward slowly, her eyes wide.

Roman turned to look at her. The same moment, she turned to look at him. Their eyes met, and in his, she saw it. The silent question.

She quickly shook her head, "This is not me. I’m not responsible for this. I’m not doing anything."

But Roman’s sharp eyes weren’t easily fooled. He zeroed in on something else.

"Why are your fists clenched?" he asked quietly, but intently.

It was only then Tessy noticed it. Her fingers curled in so tight, it was painful. White at the knuckles, trembling slightly. She blinked, stunned.

"I... I don’t know why," she stammered. "And I can’t open them. I’m trying to... but it’s not working."

She looked up at him, panic seeping into her voice now. "Why is this happening?" she asked, almost in a whisper, almost begging.

Roman let out a quiet sigh and stepped closer. "Don’t force it," he told her. "Don’t hurt yourself. We’ll get to the root of all this."

He turned to Trevor without hesitation. "I need to call Liam. Tell everyone to stay away from the furniture for now. No one touches anything until this is settled."

Trevor gave a curt nod and disappeared to deliver the message.

Without another word, Roman turned around and took the stairs two at a time, his footsteps firm and fast. He needed his phone. He needed to call Williams knowing he was the only one who would know exactly what to do. But he stopped halfway and went back down to get Tessy.

"Come with me," he said, holding her wrist and leading her up the stairs, afraid something would happen to her once he was not close to her.

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