Alpha's Rejected becomes the Lycan's Obsession
Chapter 141: Just a dream

Chapter 141: Just a dream

Sunlight spilled generously through the tall arched windows of the dining room, dancing across the long mahogany table that gleamed under its golden warmth. A set of crystal chandeliers sparkled overhead, though their light was not needed this morning.

The table was already alive with color and texture, golden-brown loaves of fresh bread, steaming platters of eggs cooked to perfection, bowls of ripe fruits, and gleaming pitchers of juice and warm milk. The air was thick with the comforting scent of cinnamon, butter, and roasted meat.

Knowing there were guests in the house and that everyone would be present for breakfast, the kitchen staff had put all their effort into preparing a feast-like spread. The aroma that filled the air, a clear sign of the care and precision that had gone into the meal.

Trevor and Daniel were already seated in the expansive dining room, but they hadn’t started eating yet. Instead, they were locked in quiet discussion, their heads inclined slightly toward each other.

Although Daniel appeared to be fully engaged in the conversation, his eyes kept flicking toward the doorway every few seconds, betraying a subtle restlessness, as though he were expecting someone to walk in at any moment.

The truth was, he wasn’t just waiting for anyone. He was waiting for specific people. And those people were not Roman and Tessy, as one might assume, but rather Williams, Dera, and the little boy, Dexter.

Last night, he hadn’t gotten the chance to see the boy’s face properly; the child had been asleep with his head nestled against his mother’s neck, hiding his features from view. Daniel was eager to get a good look this morning, to finally see the face that would become the future alpha of Luminera.

Instead of Williams and his family, it was Roman and Tessy who walked into the dining room first.

"Good morning, boss. Madam," Daniel and Trevor greeted in unison, rising slightly from their seats and offering a respectful bow to accompany their words.

Roman gave a curt nod in acknowledgment, his expression unreadable as always, while Tessy responded with a warm, gentle smile, a smile that quietly conveyed she was feeling a little better and perhaps even a bit lighter in spirit that morning.

They made their way to their usual seats, with Roman taking his place at the head of the long, polished table. His broad shoulders, though naturally commanding, appeared relaxed for once, though his eyes never lost their sharp edge. Tessy slid into the chair beside him, her presence as natural as the morning sun spilling through the tall windows.

Just as the room began to settle again, the sound of approaching footsteps announced the arrival of Williams, Dera, and Dexter. They walked in a moment later, with little Dexter clutching tightly to Williams’ hand.

Dexter’s eyes were wide with wonder, glinting with curiosity as he took in the vast room, the ornate chandelier above, the gleaming cutlery, the golden rays playing on the surface of the fruit bowls and above all the strange faces that were turned toward their direction. He didn’t miss a thing. His small head turned constantly as he tried to soak in every detail, the quiet awe on his face making even the dining hall feel a little more alive.

All of Daniel’s doubts cleared up the moment he set his eyes on Dexter. The boy was an exact replica of Williams, but for the thick, curly hair that obviously came from his mother. It was almost uncanny, like looking at a miniature version of the man himself, and Daniel found himself smiling in surprise.

"Good morning, Your Majesty. Good morning, my Queen," Dera greeted warmly with a graceful bow, her voice gentle yet clear.

As usual, Roman acknowledged the greeting with a nod, his expression composed but not unkind. Tessy, seated beside him, gave Dera a bright smile that reflected genuine warmth.

"Morning, Dera," she said. Then with a light laugh and a teasing glint in her eyes, she added, "Or should I say Queen Dera, because you’re a queen too."

Dera returned Tessy’s smile, her eyes lighting up at the easy camaraderie.

But before she could respond, a curious little voice broke through the exchange.

"Mommy is a queen?" Dexter asked, his round eyes wide with awe as he turned to look up at Williams, seeking confirmation like the words were too magical to be true.

"Of course," Williams answered without hesitation, placing a firm but affectionate hand on the boy’s shoulder. His tone carried the weight of certainty, the kind that made a child believe without question.

"Say your greetings, Dexter," Dera gently reminded, her hand brushing lightly across his back in encouragement.

Dexter straightened instinctively and clasped his little hands together in front of him like he had been taught. Then, with a careful breath and surprising clarity, he recited the greeting he had practiced in the bedroom not long ago.

"Good morning, Your Majesty. Good morning, my Queen. Good morning, everyone."

His voice was high-pitched and a little tentative, but he finished with a proud smile, clearly pleased with himself. A soft round of amused murmurs and approving nods followed, the atmosphere warming further as everyone took in the charm of the little prince-in-the-making.

"Come on, let me introduce you to everyone," Williams said, gently nudging Dexter forward as they walked toward the table. The boy followed closely, wide-eyed and alert, absorbing everything like a sponge.

Williams began the introductions with care, his hand resting reassuringly on Dexter’s shoulder. "This is His Majesty, King Roman," he said, nodding respectfully toward Roman, "and beside him is Her Majesty, Queen Tessy."

Dexter gave them both a small bow, the kind his mother had taught him just that morning, and murmured a polite "Good morning" with the sweetness only a child could carry.

One by one, Williams introduced everyone to the boy, who nodded and greeted each person with a mix of curiosity and nervous excitement. By the time the round was complete, Roman leaned back in his chair and gave a small wave, beckoning the boy over.

"Come here, boy," Roman said, his voice firm but kind.

Dexter trotted over without hesitation. Roman scooped him up effortlessly and settled him on his thigh, the boy’s tiny frame looking even smaller against the Lycan king’s powerful build.

"Don’t listen to your father," Roman said, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "You can call me Uncle Roman. I’m your father’s older brother."

"Okay, Uncle Roman," Dexter replied with a cheerful nod, completely delighted with the title.

As breakfast resumed, the clatter of cutlery and soft hum of conversation filled the room. Dexter, still perched comfortably on Roman’s thigh, swung his legs slowly under the table, his shoes barely brushing the chair’s leg. His bright eyes flicked from face to face, observing every movement, every smile, every expression, clearly fascinated.

"Uncle Roman," he suddenly said, voice rising over the chatter, "your house is very beautiful... and big."

Everyone smiled, but before anyone could respond, Dexter continued, louder this time and with a grin stretching across his face.

"I saw this room in my dream last night," he announced proudly. "And Daddy was dancing on this table... in his underwear... holding a chicken in each hand!"

The room froze.

Williams choked on his coffee mid-sip, coughing as the liquid went down the wrong pipe.

For a heartbeat, silence hung in the air like a fragile thread, then it snapped, and the room erupted.

Laughter exploded from every corner. Tessy let out a sharp gasp before dissolving into giggles, slapping a hand over her mouth in a futile attempt to contain it. Roman threw his head back with a loud, rumbling laugh that shook his chest, his shoulders trembling as he tried to hold Dexter steady. Even Trevor and Daniel, seated further down, were doubled over, tears forming at the corners of their eyes.

Dera looked stunned for a second, then she too gave in, her melodic laughter joining the chorus, her hand resting on her chest as she leaned into the hilarity.

"Good thing it was just a dream," Williams said dryly, dabbing coffee off his chin with a napkin while shooting his son a mock glare.

"But it might come true!" Dexter declared, eyes sparkling with seriousness. "I’ve had dreams that came true before. Mommy said it’s a gift. And it would be very funny to see you like that!"

Roman nearly dropped his fork, chuckling so hard that his eyes crinkled at the corners. It had been a long time since someone made him laugh so freely.

He looked at the boy again, the resemblance to Williams now even more striking, not just in looks, but in spirit. That fearless, cheeky energy.

It used to be him who took every opportunity to roast Williams, poke at his pride just for laughs. Now, watching Williams get roasted by his own son, so innocently and with such comic timing, it was absolutely priceless.

"You’re definitely your father’s son," Roman said, still chuckling as he ruffled Dexter’s curls.

Everyone laughed again, and breakfast continued, warmer now, brighter. Something about Dexter’s presence had brought a fresh burst of energy into the room.

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