Alpha's Rejected becomes the Lycan's Obsession
Chapter 139: What kind of power?

Chapter 139: What kind of power?

After about an hour, Williams and Dera finally said their goodbyes to Charlotte and left the place. It was a soft farewell, not the kind that bore tears or dramatic goodbyes, but rather the heavy kind that clung to the air like fog, thick and filled with understanding and unspent words.

Charlotte’s hands lingered a little longer in Dera’s, her eyes glistening under the dim light of the small house. Williams, though composed, kept glancing back at the woman who he was sure would be succumbing to the cold hands of death soon.

The mountain road was winding, shrouded in stretches of misty silence occasionally broken by the crunch of gravel beneath their boots. Dera walked beside him, while his strong arms held onto Dexter.

They were still on their way down when the sharp buzz of Williams’ phone broke the silence. He stopped abruptly and pulled it out, his thumb brushing over the screen. Roman’s name lit up the display.

He didn’t hesitate.

"Rome," Williams spoke immediately he picked up the call, his voice direct but calm.

"Where are you, Liam?" Roman’s voice came through, tight and urgent.

"Monero. What’s happening?" Williams answered, already suspecting from the way Roman spoke that something was deeply wrong.

"I’m not sure what is happening but the furniture in the house are all off the ground and floating. I think it has to do with my wife and she doesn’t know how to stop it. Take the fastest route to this place," Roman explained in a short, tight summary, his voice clipped with worry.

"On my way," Williams said without missing a beat, and the call ended.

He dropped the phone into his pocket as his steps picked up pace.

"Something wrong?" Dera asked him, her brows knitting together with concern when she saw how quickly he had changed pace after ending the call.

"I believe so. We have to get to Apex Dominica. We’ll spend the night at Roman’s place, then we can continue to Luminera tomorrow," Williams said, his mind already making calculations, trying to picture the exact scenario Roman had painted.

"Roman? The King?" Dera asked, recalling suddenly that Williams had once told her he was friends with the king while she was still at Monero.

"Yes," Williams said, his eyes forward, steps swift.

"What’s wrong with him?" Dera probed, the worry in her voice evident.

"Nothing is wrong with him. He just has an untrained witch problem," Williams replied, but the explanation only deepened her confusion.

"Huh? He’s got witches attacking him?" she asked, the first image that leaped to her mind at the mention of witches and danger.

"No. His mate is part witch, a dark one, who’s got powers she can’t control," Williams clarified, turning briefly to look at her to make sure she understood.

"He has a new mate?" Dera asked, blinking in surprise. She had heard Roman’s story. The battle, the loss, the rage that followed. The story had made its way through Monero like a wind-borne myth, but she never knew it had taken such a new turn.

"Yep," Williams responded as they finally reached the cab waiting at the base of the mountain.

"I didn’t know that," Dera muttered.

"Of course you wouldn’t. You ran away from us," Williams said, not raising his voice, but letting her know he heard her even though her words had dipped into a whisper.

"I had no choice," Dera defended, her voice low but firm.

"Yes, you did. You could have looked for me," Williams said as he came to stand right before her, his face soft but steady.

"At that time I couldn’t. I thought about it, but I didn’t know if I could trust you, so I picked the safest option," she explained with a sigh. A slight smile tugged at Williams’ lips.

"It’s all right. I’m just glad I found you again. Let’s go before things get out of hand," he said, opening the passenger door for her before moving to the other side to get into his seat.

The drive to Roman’s mansion was swift. Williams didn’t say much. Dera sat quietly beside him, glancing now and then at the little boy sleeping soundly in Williams arms. She allowed herself a small smile

They soon arrived at the mansion, and Dera’s eyes widened subtly as she took in her surroundings. The house was vast, looming, majestic. There was something primal and intimidating about it, like the dwelling of a god. She tried to keep up with Williams’ pace as he walked with purpose toward the main door. Every step he took echoed the seriousness of what awaited them inside.

As soon as they reached the door, it opened as if it sensed them. Cody stood on the other side, his expression mildly distressed, his brows pulled low.

"Sir," Cody greeted with a small bow, stepping aside to let them in.

"Cody," Williams returned the greeting with a quick nod as he stepped in.

Cody’s eyes trailed from Williams to the sleeping child in his arms and then to Dera. He blinked, visibly stunned. The woman was unfamiliar, and seeing Williams with a child was something no one, not even Cody, expected.

But he said nothing. His lips pressed into a tight line as he closed the door behind them.

Meanwhile, Roman and Tessy were in the living room, waiting. The entire room was frozen in the air. Chairs hovered mid-air, a lamp rotated slowly above the coffee table, a rug floated like a leaf on still water. Tessy sat stiffly, her fists clenched at her sides, her knuckles pale from pressure. Her breath was shallow, as if every inhale might disrupt the fragile balance of whatever unseen power was gripping the room.

Trevor and Daniel were the only ones who hadn’t left. They stood nearby with Roman, waiting for Williams to arrive. The moment Williams stepped into the room, relief spread like ripples across everyone’s faces, especially on Tessy’s, though it was quickly masked by tension again.

Just like Cody, they were all surprised to see him with a woman and a child. Daniel blinked. Trevor tensed briefly, then relaxed when he recognized Dera. Roman’s eyes flicked to Williams, then to the woman beside him, but he said nothing. The urgency in the air was heavier than any explanation.

Williams wasted no time. He handed the sleeping Dexter to Dera, who stared at the floating objects in the room with wide eyes. Her jaw slackened. She had never seen anything like it in her life.

Williams didn’t look around. His attention was zeroed in on Tessy.

"Release your hands," he said to her.

Tessy shook her head, her voice tight. "I can’t."

"You can. Just close your eyes, take a deep breath, then concentrate on your hands and release them slowly and gradually," Williams instructed, his voice calm but commanding.

Tessy obeyed. She shut her eyes, drew in a shaky breath, and tried to pull herself inward. Her thoughts were a storm, but she tried to focus, to will her fingers to open. But it didn’t work. She tried again. And again.

After some time, she opened her eyes and shook her head again. "It’s not working," she said, frustration coloring her voice.

Williams moved to stand directly before her, his eyes locking onto hers.

Then he stretched his hands out to her. "Place your hands on mine and repeat every word I say," he instructed.

Tessy hesitated, then obeyed.

Williams began to chant in a tongue she didn’t understand, syllables that rolled like water over stone, old and foreign and heavy with power.

Tessy repeated every word, not pausing to ask or to question, just following him with as much focus as she could summon.

When he was done, he moved away from her, waved his hand in the air, and began reciting something else, something different, something sharper. His voice grew slightly louder as he finished.

The moment he stopped chanting, a sudden force surged through the room like an invisible shockwave. It hit Tessy like a punch in the chest, making her stagger backward.

At the same time, her fists unclenched completely, her arms dropping to her sides.

A breath left her. A breath so deep, so heavy, it felt like her entire soul had been exhaling. She hadn’t been holding her breath all this time. She knew she’d been breathing fine. But this was different. This was release.

And just like that, everything in the room dropped.

The floating furniture returned to the ground with soft thuds. The lamp ceased its mid-air spin and clicked gently onto the table. The rug settled.

Silence reigned.

For the first time since stepping into that room, the air felt still.

Williams let out a slow breath and turned to Tessy. Relief flashed briefly in his eyes, but he didn’t speak yet. He knew there was still a long road ahead. But for now, one storm had passed.

Dera looked around in disbelief. Her fingers gripped Dexter just a little tighter.

What kind of power did Roman’s mate hold?

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