Alpha's Rejected becomes the Lycan's Obsession-Chapter 102: You made it

Williams had barely driven for five minutes when the sound of his ringing phone shattered the silence in the car. He let out a small sigh, glancing briefly at the screen of his phone. Another call.

His fingers tightened on the steering wheel, a subtle sign of the pressure mounting in his chest. But this time, when he checked the caller ID, it wasn’t Vanessa, one of his warriors or a subordinate from the Luminera side. It was Trevor.

He didn’t waste time.

With a swift swipe, he answered the call. "Trevor?"

"Alpha Williams," Trevor’s voice rang out, slightly muffled by the wind. "You need to be at Apex Dominica this evening. I’ve got a bad feeling."

Williams frowned. "Talk to me. What’s going on?"

"Boss thinks the witches will make a move tonight. He is not sure yet but I am not willing to doubt him on this. And the fact that he is still recovering from that trip to the God realm means he might not be able to handle them alone if it comes down to a fight."

Williams’ jaw clenched. The tension in his mind escalated as he began to mentally recalculate his entire day. His eyes darted to the dashboard clock. It was already midday. With any luck, he’d make it to Luminera in a little over an hour.

But here was the problem. He couldn’t not go to Luminera. He couldn’t afford to leave his people exposed. Those creatures weren’t just a threat; they were chaos incarnate. If he didn’t show up, they’d reduce everything he had built to ash.

On the other hand, he couldn’t abandon Roman either. The witches weren’t to be underestimated, especially not now, when they were clearly making bolder moves.

"I’ll be there soon," he said to Trevor, voice low but sure, and without waiting for another word, he ended the call and tossed the phone aside. His foot pressed down on the gas pedal with new urgency, and the car roared forward.

The roads blurred beneath him as he sped to Luminera.

By the time he arrived, the place was already an inferno of chaos.

Thick smoke hung in the air, tinged with the scent of blood and burning wood. The cries of the injured echoed through the park, blending with the snarls and growls of unnatural beasts. As soon as he stepped out of the car, his eyes swept the carnage before him.

Some of his warriors lay motionless, their eyes still open in death. Others writhed on the ground, groaning in pain as they clutched at wounds that sizzled and smoked, tainted with dark magic.

One of them caught his attention immediately. Vanessa.

She was crouched behind a toppled column, her hand pressed tightly to her side. Blood stained her fingers, but from the look in her eyes, she was still very much alert.

He rushed to her side.

"I’m okay, Alpha" she muttered quickly before he could ask. "It’s not too deep."

Still, his eyes narrowed as he scanned the field.

She was right.

The attackers were nothing like the ones from the last time. These ones moved with calculated aggression, shadows clinging to their forms like armor, their eyes glowing with venomous red light.

He didn’t hesitate. He didn’t think twice.

He dove straight into the chaos, unleashing himself on the creatures with primal fury. freёweɓnovel.com

His fists crackled with energy, and every swing was deadly, decisive. He was a storm, a tempest laced with raw, electric vengeance. For every warrior that had fallen, he struck with double the force. Each monster he brought down screamed in an inhuman voice, their bodies dissipating into ash upon death.

He lost track of time, of space, of everything but the rhythm of combat.

When the last of them dropped, and the echo of the final shriek faded into silence, he stood breathless, injured, bloodstained, and burning.

He looked around.

Many dead, many injured. And yet, there was no room for rest.

It was in that moment, among the devastation, that Charlotte’s words came back to him, re-echoing in his mind. He realized he could no longer afford to hold back. Not now. Not ever again.

If he truly wanted to win this war... he’d have to embrace every ounce of power he’d been suppressing.

With grim determination setting in his bones, he raised his hands, and with an ancient chant murmured under his breath, he formed a protective barrier around the pack house. A shimmering wall of golden light emerged, encasing the space like an unbreakable dome.

Only then did he turn on his heel, his body already aching, and set off once more, this time to Apex Dominica.

***

Meanwhile, Roman had given up hope that the witches would strike that night. If they’d been planning something, he figured they would have acted by now. The night was already crawling in, and the stillness of it had lulled him into an almost false sense of calm.

Still, he wasn’t careless.

He’d made up his mind earlier that he was going to spend the night in his car. Parked at just the right angle where he could keep a silent eye on Freya’s house from a distance. No one would come near without him noticing. He’d see everything.

He was mid-way through getting dressed when a firm knock landed on his door.

"Boss," Trevor’s voice called out urgently.

Roman pulled the door open.

"What is it?" His voice was crisp, direct.

"They’re on the move," Trevor said.

Roman’s expression shifted. "Who? The witches?"

"No, boss," Trevor replied. "Madam and Freya. Daniel just called me now. He said they got in the car and left the house."

Roman’s brows pulled together sharply. "Where are they headed?"

"He doesn’t know yet," Trevor responded quickly. "But they’re driving north as we speak. He’s trailing them."

Roman didn’t waste time. He was already strapping on his boots.

***

It was a few minutes before 11:00 p.m. when Freya eased the car to a slow, careful stop in front of the park.

The street was deathly still.

The kind of still that pressed against your eardrums and made your skin crawl. The lamps lining the roadside barely flickered, their bulbs weak and stuttering. The darkness felt thicker than usual, like it had substance. Like it could reach out and touch them if they sat there too long.

Freya didn’t say much.

She simply leaned back in her seat, exhaling softly, her eyes fixed ahead.

"We’re here," she said in a quiet voice, her tone strangely hollow as she stared straight into the night.

Tessy shifted beside her, glancing around the eerie, empty park.

A long silence followed before Tessy finally spoke.

"I’ve never been this confused in my entire life," she confessed, dragging her fingers through her hair in a weary motion.

Freya turned to look at her, concern flickering across her features.

"How do you mean?" she asked, her brows gently furrowed.

Tessy looked down at her hands.

"That feeling..." she began slowly, her voice soft but weighted. "Like you’re about to make the biggest mistake of your life."

Her words hung in the air like a curse.

"I can’t explain it," she went on, eyes darting toward the dashboard as if it held answers. "But it’s there. That gnawing feeling."

Earlier in the day, she’d been consumed by anger. Rage. Hatred. But now... everything had slowed. The fog had lifted just enough for clarity to seep in. And she took her time to think about everything that had happened to her recently, especially that deadly dream.

The dream still echoed in her mind. The one where she first heard about her pregnancy. The one where she saw a figure who looked hauntingly like her mother. A figure whose face remained hidden in the hood.

She felt like she was drowning in riddles, dropped into a world of puzzles with no starting point. All she wanted at that point was clarity. She needed to know what the hell was going on in her life.

She let her head fall back against the seat, her fingers curling into fists in her lap.

"I suddenly feel like we should return to the house," she said, her voice trembling, "but the voice urging me to do this... it’s just as strong. It’s compelling, Freya. I wish there was a way to make you understand."

Her voice cracked on that last word, frustration and fear melting together into one raw emotion.

Freya reached across the console and gently placed her hand over Tessy’s.

"Whatever you decide, Tess," she said in that steady, calming voice of hers, "we doing it together."

Something about the way she said it brought a wave of calm to Tessy’s panicked mind.

Tessy closed her eyes, forcing herself to think.

When she opened them again, they shimmered with resolve.

Just as she was about to say something, her phone buzzed, indicating she had received a new message.

She picked it up, pulse pounding as she tapped the screen.

You made it. But the show isn’t happening in the car. Come into the park, behind the aqua ferris, and you will see for yourself all you need to know.