Alpha's Rejected becomes the Lycan's Obsession-Chapter 106: She will Survive

Roman was no longer listening. The sounds around him—Williams’ tense voice, the distant hum of the city beyond the dense woods, the rustle of trees in the wind—all faded into a meaningless hum. It was as though a thick, black fog had settled in his mind, drowning everything in silence.

His chest heaved as if he were drowning. His hands were clenched, bloodied, and trembling. His head was bowed, his form crouched low to the forest floor. The sharp scent of iron from Tessy’s blood tainted the air, choking him. He was shaking so violently his limbs threatened to give way, but he couldn’t feel any of it.

Pain and fury had all blurred into one consuming sensation, forcing him to retreat into himself while giving Lazer, his wolf, a way to take over without stress.

The subtle crackle of power in the air shifted ominously. Dark energy began swirling around Roman’s body like a rising storm. Black fur began sprouting from beneath his skin, pushing through muscle and bone. His eyes glowed an eerie deep red as his jaw began to lengthen unnaturally, morphing as Lazer, seized control in a fit of rage.

Williams took an instinctive step back, his eyes wide and alarmed. His voice came out sharper now, laced with urgency and fear. "Lazer, please! Your mate is still alive. You need to take her to the hospital or else it’ll be too late. She needs urgent medical attention right now."

The forest air grew heavier, dark and thick like a thunderstorm building before the lightning. The trees themselves seemed to cower, their leaves trembling in silence.

Williams could feel it in his bones. This was dangerous. This was not just Roman losing control. This was Lazer unleashing a fury that would tear through Apex Dominica, a human-dominated city that couldn’t survive a Lycan’s wrath.

"Lazer, please, listen to me," Williams tried again, but he wasn’t sure if the man, or the wolf, could even hear him now.

Then, finally, there was movement.

Roman’s crouched form shifted. His body, still half-transformed and grotesque, shuddered as he reached out and gently lifted Tessy from the ground. But he was shaking, so badly that he staggered.

He gritted his fanged teeth and adjusted his grip, trying to steady himself as he held her limp body close. His eyes locked onto her face, pale and almost lifeless, and his arms trembled all the more. He could barely hear her heart beating now.

Williams allowed a breath of hope to rise, thinking the Lycan was finally listening to him.

But then, Roman did something that made his stomach sink.

Instead of rushing out of the forest toward the vehicle, Roman turned around. His half-shifted face contorted with pain and something hollow. He extended Tessy’s body toward Williams.

"You take her to the hospital," he said.

The voice wasn’t Roman’s. It was deeper. Ragged. Like claws scraping against iron. It was Lazer’s voice.

Williams’ breath caught. He stared at the broken figure before him, Roman’s massive form barely holding together, his chest rising and falling with trembling breaths, holding out the most precious thing in his world like he couldn’t bear the weight of her anymore.

Williams shook his head, a sharp, immediate reaction. "That is a very wrong move you are trying to make. Don’t entrust her to me. Lazer, please. She is safest with you right now. Take her to the hospital and leave the bastards to me. I’ll take care of them."

Roman didn’t flinch. His eyes remained fixed, a storm raging behind them and Williams knew the Lycan didn’t believe him.

"I’ll bring their heads to you as proof," Williams added, his voice steady, though his heart pounded in his chest.

For a tense moment, nothing happened.

Then, as if a veil lifted, Lazer finally retreated.

Roman’s shoulders slumped as control returned to him. His glowing eyes dimmed slightly, and the fur receded slowly like smoke drawn back into an unlit fire. He pulled Tessy back into his chest, held her tightly, and turned without a word.

He bolted toward the parked vehicle.

Trevor followed instantly, his eyes glancing once at Williams before he disappeared into the trees.

But Daniel stayed rooted to the spot, tense and uncertain.

"What are you still waiting for?" Williams barked.

"You might need help, Alpha," Daniel responded, his voice low but firm.

Williams narrowed his eyes. "I can handle things here. Leave," he ordered, then added, "Make sure that Roman is stable. And if anything changes, report to me immediately."

Daniel gave a sharp nod before vanishing into the night, his footsteps light as he followed the others.

Now alone in the dense forest, Williams exhaled. He could feel the darkness still pulsing in the air like a bruise spreading. But there was no time to rest. No time to hesitate.

Without another thought, Williams shifted.

Silver fur exploded from his body as bones snapped and reshaped. His frame expanded, powerful limbs grounding themselves firmly into the earth.

He leapt forward, nose to the wind, chasing the trail of the witches who had done this. His paws thudded against the earth, swift and soundless. But he hadn’t gone far when a low growl warned him.

Then five shadows dropped from above, descending from the trees like demons.

They were modified werewolves, the same abominations that had attacked Luminera earlier. Thick-skinned, enhanced, and brutal. They didn’t wait for his command or warning. They lunged, and Williams was ready.

He met them head-on in a blur of silver and red. Fangs tore into flesh. Claws scraped against bone. The forest echoed with snarls and cries of pain. He danced between them, agile despite their numbers, but they were unnaturally strong.

They came at him like rabid hounds, relentless and coordinated.

Blood matted his fur and his breaths came out in rasps. Still, he fought. Every strike from him sent them reeling, but they kept coming.

Then, something slipped from his coat.

A piece of paper fluttered to the forest floor. It was Dera’s picture, the same one Charlotte had given to him earlier that day.

Williams saw it as he was thrown backward, his side slamming into a tree with enough force to make the bark crack. Already weakened, he shifted back into his human form, and the picture landed just inches from his outstretched hand.

Gritting his teeth, Williams reached for it. His fingers grazed the edge, and just then, a foot stepped down on it.

The creature twisted its leg, grinding the photo into the dirt with a sneer, black eyes gleaming with malice.

That was all it took to get Williams to snap.

A thunderous roar erupted from his throat. Not like the howls of before, but a deeper and primal sound. He surged up with fury so pure it ignited the very air around him. He unleashed the demon in him, bringing to the surface all the buried abilities he had been very careful not to tap into.

With one strike, he grabbed the creature’s face and crushed it, sending its body crumbling into ash.

Another came at him and he delivered the same treatment.

The last one faltered. But Williams did not. His movements were brutal and merciless now.

In moments, the last one fell, its remains dissolving into the wind, bringing a thick silence to the forest once more.

Williams dropped to his knees and picked up Dera’s picture with trembling fingers, brushing the dirt away with all the gentleness of a man handling fragile glass.

"I’m coming for you, Dera," he whispered, voice hoarse with emotion.

He slid the photo carefully back into his pocket, straightened his shoulders, and began walking deeper into the forest. His gait was unstable, his body screaming in pain, but he walked on.

He would have let the witches go. But he had made a promise to Roman already. And that was one promise he must fulfil no matter the cost.

At least two of those witches must die tonight before he would rest. And thankfully he recognized two faces among them. It didn’t matter where they would run to.

He would find them, and their heads would become trophies.

***

~At the hospital~

Roman stood outside the emergency ward, pacing like a caged animal, every movement taut with tension.

Inside, Tessy was being worked on. Machines beeped. Nurses rushed back and forth. Trevor stood nearby, having ensured Freya was admitted and receiving treatment.

Roman didn’t speak. He barely even breathed. Every time the doors swung open, he stopped and looked up with a flicker of hope, only for an orderly or nurse to pass through without sparing him a glance.

It took a long while before the doors finally opened again and a doctor stepped out, pulling down his mask. "Family of Tessy Ga—"

Roman stepped forward immediately before the doctor could complete the words, his voice gravel as he spoke. "I’m her husband."

The doctor nodded, solemn. "She’s stable now. She will survive. But..." His voice softened. "I’m sorry. We couldn’t save the baby."

Roman’s world halted.