Alpha's Rejected becomes the Lycan's Obsession
Chapter 145: One day

Chapter 145: One day

Tessy sat in her room for a long time after she finished talking with Dera. She didn’t know how long she had been sitting there, but she knew she had taken reasonable time to think about her life.

Everything around her was still, the silence pressing on her like a heavy blanket. The sun had moved behind the clouds outside, casting a muted gray light through her window, as though the sky itself understood what she was going through. Her eyes burned from holding back the tears for too long, and eventually, she gave in, allowing herself to cry just a little more.

A few tears of sadness slid down her cheeks, quiet and slow, like they were too tired to fall. They weren’t the kind of sobs that shook your body or demanded attention; they were the kind of tears that came from deep within, from pain that had been buried too long, grief that had grown quiet but never truly left. She cried for the things she couldn’t change, the moments she couldn’t get back, and the pregnancy she had lost.

Seeing Dexter that morning had torn the bandage off the part of her heart she had tried so hard to keep sealed. Although she had stopped blaming herself for losing the pregnancy, the memory of everything still wasn’t going easy on her heart.

She mourned one more time for the loss of the child she didn’t get to carry or even know if it was a boy or a girl. That thought alone made her cry again. What would they have looked like? Whose eyes would they have had? Her lips trembled, and her hands curled into her robe. The emptiness clung to her chest like a phantom pain.

Sometime later, a knock sounded on her door. It was soft, not hurried. She didn’t lift her head or move from the place where she sat. Her voice was low and distant as she said, "Come in."

The door creaked open gently, and it turned out to be Roman. The moment he saw her, his face squeezed into a frown, deep and full of concern.

"Are you alright, my love?" he asked her, his voice holding more warmth than worry as he moved toward her without hesitation.

"You don’t look so bright... something wrong?" he asked again, pausing as he came close enough to see the expression on her face clearly. His brow creased even deeper. He recalled that her mood had been better that morning. She had even smiled a lot during breakfast, but now... now she looked as though a thousand weights had been dropped on her shoulders.

"I’m all right," Tessy replied quietly, still not making eye contact. "It’s just... the weight of everything. I’ve been thinking. I’m trying to come to terms with everything," she said to him, hoping her words would be enough to keep him from worrying too much.

"Everything is going to be fine, okay? I promise," Roman said gently, kneeling in front of her and taking her hand into his. His voice was firm and filled with conviction, like an anchor thrown into stormy waters. "Don’t hurt yourself with worrying. Just relax."

Tessy nodded her head slowly, her fingers tightening slightly around his.

Roman picked her hands and pulled her up into a standing position. She didn’t resist. He looked deep into her eyes, his own searching hers like they could pull the pain out if he stared long enough. He moved a few strands of hair from her face, tucking them gently behind her ear.

"I mean it with everything I am made of, Tessy," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I will do everything I can to make sure you are safe and never go through the kind of pain you’ve been through in the past anymore, alright?"

This time, Tessy let out a small, tender smile. It was faint, but it was real. "Alright," she agreed with him.

He pulled her into a warm embrace, holding her with a firmness that was protective but soft, like he was holding something precious. When he finally pulled away, he looked once again into her eyes with a sense of purpose.

"I’ll be stepping out with Williams for a while. There are some things we need to settle in the company... and a few other places," he informed her carefully.

She nodded in understanding, listening closely. She had been expecting that knowing that the past few days have been too chaotic for him to even get anything done.

"There is a possibility that we would go to the palace in Werewolf City, me and you, I mean," he added. "And we would stay a while until you complete your training. You may need to pack up a few things you would need."

Tessy’s eyes remained on his, trying to read the parts he hadn’t spoken aloud.

"There is no set date yet," Roman continued, "but Williams said the more you stay without training, the more dangerous it will become. So we may leave tomorrow or the next. Would that be okay with you? Or should I extend it?"

Tessy shook her head without hesitating. "It’s fine with me. Don’t extend it," she said firmly. She didn’t want a situation like the one that happened the night before to repeat itself. She had seen what could happen if she waited too long. Delay wasn’t an option anymore.

"All right. I’ll see you when I return," Roman said, dropping a soft kiss on her cheek and then on her forehead before finally walking away, leaving behind the quiet echo of his presence.

About an hour later, Tessy finally decided she was tired of sitting in her room all alone. The air felt too thick, and the silence too loud. She stood up slowly and headed toward the door, her mind still a mess of thoughts.

But just as she opened it, she saw Freya headed toward her room, and a sigh of relief escaped her lips. Just the company she needed.

"Hey baby girl," Freya called with a warm smile.

Tessy returned it almost instantly. "I was just thinking of coming to your place," she said, stepping aside to let her friend in.

Freya shrugged playfully. "Good thing I’m here then."

They shared a look of silent understanding before Freya asked, "How are you doing?"

"Not so good... but your presence just made it better," Tessy responded truthfully.

Freya rolled her eyes in a lighthearted way. "Of course I always make things better," she said, which made Tessy smile for real this time.

They settled down in the room, Freya leaning against the armrest of the couch while Tessy curled herself into the cushions. The atmosphere felt safer with Freya around, more breathable.

Then Freya turned serious. Her voice lowered slightly, and her eyes locked onto Tessy’s. "So... what’s going on, Tess? With your mom’s issue and everything?" she asked softly.

"They found the person who sent the video to me," Tessy began, her voice calm but firm. "And eventually found the original video. My mom came here actually, but no harm was done to her. She only came to see me... and to talk to Roman about me. And that was all."

Freya listened intently, her expression unreadable.

"The person that twisted the video said he was paid to do it. And they are still looking for the people who were behind it... to find out why they would target me like that," Tessy explained fully.

Freya’s mouth dropped open slightly. "My God... such malicious act. Do you think it could be Francis?" she asked, suspicion clear in her voice.

Tessy shook her head. "I don’t think so. He doesn’t have what it takes to carry out such an attack on me. I think this is someone else... but I can’t even think of anybody. I mean, I don’t think there’s anyone I have offended to that point," she said, her voice laced with frustration and helplessness.

Freya looked thoughtful for a moment before leaning forward slightly. "So what about the issue of Mr. Curt not being your dad?" she probed carefully. It had been a question that had bothered her since the first moment she heard it.

"It’s true," Tessy confirmed without hesitation.

Freya’s eyes widened in shock, her brows arching high. She had always suspected it, but had never brought it up because she felt it would be considered insensitive if her to say something like that to her friend.

She didn’t believe any father would have the mind to treat his child the way Mr Curt treated Tessy. But then again, she may only think that because her own father treated her like a princess.

"I would have gone for a paternity test to confirm it," Tessy continued, "but Mr. Curt already confirmed it. He is not my biological father," she revealed, keeping her face as serious as possible.

She loved Freya, and hoped one day she would be able to come clean to her one and only friend about her identity.