Alpha's Rejected becomes the Lycan's Obsession-Chapter 103: Too much hurry

Tessy stared at the message on her phone for the third time, her brows furrowed in concentration as she let the words sink in. Her hands, now clammy with sweat, tightened around the device.

The message was short and direct, but what disturbed her most was the implication. It meant someone was watching them. Not just watching them, but watching them right now. Slowly, she tilted the screen toward Freya.

"Read this," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Freya took the phone, her eyes scanning the message quickly. As soon as she read it, her expression morphed from curiosity to alarm. Her head snapped up, and she immediately began scanning their surroundings with wide, alert eyes.

Tessy followed suit, her gaze darting from one shadowy corner of the parking lot to the next. The hairs on the back of Tessy’s neck stood upright. She was being watched. They were both being watched.

A lump formed in her throat, but she swallowed it down. Then, with sudden resolve, she unlocked the car door and swung it open. Cool air rushed in to meet her, prickling her skin.

"Tessy!" Freya snapped, her voice laced with disbelief as she watched her friend step out of the car. "What are you doing?"

Without looking back, Tessy took a few cautious steps forward, her eyes fixed on the giant structure far in the distance—the aqua Ferris wheel. Its skeletal frame loomed against the sky, unmoving and silent, like a ghost from a forgotten fairground.

"I’m going to the aqua Ferris," she said simply, her voice low and steady, though her heart thudded violently in her chest.

Freya’s mouth fell open. "You what?"

Tessy turned her head slightly toward her. "You need to stay here," she said, her tone firm. "If I don’t come back in time, go get help."

The look Freya gave her was one of horror mixed with defiance. She stepped out of the car too, slamming the door shut behind her.

"Absolutely not, Tessy," she said sharply. "There’s no way I’m letting you walk in there alone. No way. It’s either we go together, or we don’t go at all."

Tessy met her eyes and saw the fierce determination, the fire of loyalty burning behind her friend’s stubborn glare. She sighed. Fighting Freya was pointless when she made up her mind. Besides, a part of her, no, all of her, was grateful for the company.

"Fine," Tessy muttered, "but we’re going slow. And we stay together. Agreed?"

Freya gave a small nod. "Agreed."

Fingers laced, they began walking toward the Ferris wheel, their steps cautious and deliberate. Each footfall felt louder than the last, echoing against the silent backdrop of the deserted amusement park. The silence around them was eerie. The place, once filled with laughter and music, was now a graveyard of memories, empty stalls and rusting rides staring back at them like broken dreams.

The closer they got to the Ferris wheel, the louder their heartbeats became, until it felt like thunder pounding in their ears. The structure loomed even larger up close, its towering frame cutting a jagged silhouette against the sky. The colors of the wheel had long faded, and the cabins were cracked, their glass panels smeared with grime. It groaned softly in the breeze, the kind of sound that made Tessy’s skin crawl.

They paused in front of it, staring up at the giant metal structure as if expecting it to suddenly spring to life.

"Now what?" Freya whispered.

"We go around the back," Tessy replied, nodding toward a narrow path that led behind the wheel.

Their footsteps crunched against gravel as they rounded the base of the wheel. There, behind the ride, was a sight neither of them expected: a metal fence, rusted and covered in vines. A bold red Do Not Trespass sign was nailed across the middle, its paint chipped but its warning unmistakable. Beyond it lay a forest—dense, dark, and uninviting. Trees stood tall like sentinels, their leaves whispering secrets to one another in the wind.

Both women came to a halt, staring into the pitch-black abyss ahead.

"What exactly are we supposed to see here?" Tessy asked, her voice skeptical, brows drawn tightly together.

Freya shook her head. "I’m not sure myself."

Barely had the words left her mouth when it happened.

A sharp swish of movement. A blur from the corner of Tessy’s eye.

Then Freya jerked violently beside her, her eyes going wide with shock. A piece of cloth was clamped over her mouth, and at the same time, a needle pricked her upper arm.

"Freya!" Tessy screamed, horror flooding her chest like ice water.

Freya struggled, but her fight was brief. Within seconds, her body went limp.

"FREYA!" Tessy cried again, reaching out to grab her, but two men had already seized her friend, dragging her away with terrifying efficiency. She didn’t even see where they came from or how had they crept up without a sound?

Tessy took a desperate step forward, but another figure stepped into her path.

"Not that way, Tessy," the man said, his voice low and gruff. He pointed toward the dark forest. "We’re heading this way."

Her breath caught in her throat. The man was huge, broad-shouldered and intimidating. Shadows concealed most of his face, but what little she could see of it looked hardened, like someone who had seen too much and cared too little.

"My friend!" she cried. "What have you done to her? Where are they taking her?"

The man’s eyes didn’t waver, and his voice remained cold and steady. "We asked you to come alone. You didn’t listen."

Tessy’s eyes were burning, her fists clenched at her sides.

"But don’t worry," he added. "Your friend is only sleeping. We won’t harm her. What you’re about to see... is for your eyes alone. She isn’t supposed to see it. That’s why we had to do that."

Tessy glared at him, her heart racing with fear and rage. "What is it you want to show me?" she demanded. "I’m not going into that forest with you."

The man smiled. A slow, unsettling smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

"Oh, but you have to," he said. "If not, your coming here would be in vain. And we don’t want that, do we?"

Before she could answer, he reached out and grabbed her wrist, his grip like a vise. She tried to yank her arm free, but it was like fighting a wall of iron.

"Let me go!" she screamed, twisting and struggling, but he didn’t stop. Her feet scraped against the ground as he pulled her deeper into the forest, the foliage swallowing them whole. Every few seconds, she turned her head back, desperate to catch one more glimpse of Freya. But she was gone. The men dragging her had vanished into the trees, taking her friend away to who-knows-where.

Tessy’s voice cracked as she screamed again, "FREYA!"

But no answer came. Only the sound of birds fluttering in the trees above them, and the wind.

Eventually, the man stopped dragging her. They had arrived at a clearing. The moon, finally breaking through the clouds, cast a silvery glow across the open space. Trees circled the clearing like silent spectators.

A few meters away stood a man. His back was turned to her.

Tessy gasped for breath, her chest heaving, adrenaline coursing through her veins. Her wrist ached from the man’s iron grip. The man released her then and stepped aside. freeweɓnovel.cѳm

"She’s here," he said, loud enough for the other man to hear.

The figure at the center slowly turned around.

Tessy recoiled.

Half of his face was gone.

The entire left side looked like it had been sliced away with something cruel and sharp. What remained was a grotesque display of muscle and scorched skin, as though someone had tried to burn the wound closed. His good eye stared at her, unblinking.

Her stomach turned.

"Welcome, Tessy," he said.

His voice... it sounded familiar. Disturbingly familiar.

She frowned, her heart pounding louder in her ears. "Who are you?" she demanded, trying to mask the tremble in her voice. "What do you want from me?"

The man tilted his head slightly, as if amused.

"What I want from you?" he echoed, his tone deceptively calm. "To show you how wicked your husband is, of course. Isn’t that why you’re here?"

Her throat constricted. She opened her mouth, but before she could say anything, he continued.

"And you asked who I am."

He gave a slow, satisfied nod.

"I am your father’s best friend, of course. You can call me Jedidiah."

Tessy frowned. Jedidiah? She knew none of her father’s friend by that name or face.

"I don’t care who you are," she snapped, shaking with cold and fury. "What is it you want to show me about my husband?"

She wanted this over. She wanted to find Freya. She wanted to go home.

But Jedidiah only chuckled softly, shaking his head.

"Too much hurry," he said, that grotesque face twisting in amusement.