Alpha's Rejected becomes the Lycan's Obsession-Chapter 107: I can’t go home

A few hours had passed and Trevor decided to go check on Freya again. Roman had been allowed into Tessy’s room and the atmosphere surrounding told them to steer clear of him. So he and Daniel remained outside.

He pushed open the door and as he stepped in, his eyes immediately found her. She was in the process of pushing herself into a sitting position, her expression groggy but alert.

"Hey, you’re awake," Trevor said, relief washing over his face as he approached the bed.

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Freya turned her head slowly, the movement clearly requiring more effort than usual. Her lashes fluttered as her gaze found his, blinking in confusion as if trying to piece together why he was standing there and why she was surrounded by the sterile walls of a hospital. The haze of unconsciousness clung to her eyes for only a second before a spark ignited behind them. Recognition. And then, remembrance.

The memory of everything that happened came crashing down in one swift stroke.

Her throat felt dry, like she’d swallowed a handful of dust. "Where is Tessy?" she croaked, her voice low and slightly raspy. Instinctively, she cleared her throat, trying to rid it of the gravelly texture.

"She’s fine," Trevor replied gently, taking a slow step closer to the bed, his presence calm but alert, like he was bracing himself for what would come next.

"Where is she?" Freya repeated, her tone sharper now, urgency replacing the fog of confusion. "I need to see her right now." Her hands moved beneath the blanket as if she was preparing to throw it off and get out of bed.

"You can’t see her now," Trevor said, his voice remaining steady, though the words fell like stones.

Freya’s body went still. Her eyes widened, and the panic in them flared like gasoline catching fire.

"What do you mean I can’t see her? Why can’t I see her?" The sharpness of her voice cracked with fear, her heart pounding so loudly in her ears she could barely hear herself. Every terrible scenario she’d tried not to imagine came rushing in, wave after wave crashing against her composure.

"She is still unconscious," Trevor explained, moving to stand beside her bed now, "and her husband doesn’t want anyone around her at the moment. "He is still very upset about what happened to her," Trevor added quickly, seeing her face contort with anguish.

"What happened to her?" she whispered, her voice trembling as she stared up at him, her heart slamming violently against her ribcage. "Tell me the truth, please... and stop scaring me." Her tone was desperate now, bordering on hysteria. She gripped the sheets with both hands, her knuckles white.

Trevor sighed, a slow, pained exhale. "She was tortured and almost lost her life," he answered, his voice somehow calm amidst the tension crackling in the air.

Freya’s stomach twisted violently. She sat there frozen for a beat, as if her brain refused to process what she’d just heard. Then the words hit her full force, like a slap across the face.

"What?" she breathed. "Why...? Who tortured her? Who were those people?" Her questions came in a single breath, urgent and frantic, each word fueled by the rising tide of guilt and horror.

Trevor shook his head slowly. Much as he would love to tell her everything , that information was one she didn’t need to know. She most definitely wouldn’t take it well. "We don’t know yet," he replied. "But we are going to find out."

Freya slumped back slightly, her mind spinning. She tried to pull together the loose threads of the night, but the more she tried, the worse it became.

"Why were you guys at the park so late at night?" Trevor asked, his voice low, eyes locking with hers.

"Someone sent her a message... told her to come there at that time to find out who her husband really is," Freya murmured. Her tone was heavy, her words dragging as though each syllable weighed a ton. She couldn’t recall the exact phrasing of the message anymore, just the eerie feeling it left behind.

"Why didn’t you tell me about it?" Trevor asked, the question not angry, just genuinely confused.

Freya ran her hand through her hair in frustration, her fingers shaking slightly as they threaded through her tangled strands. "I don’t know," she admitted, a look of helplessness crossing her face. "I didn’t know who or what to trust anymore."

Trevor stayed silent, watching her carefully. The pain in her expression, the guilt etched into every word she spoke, it was real. And it hurt to see.

"But you sent me the number," he pointed out after a moment.

Freya’s hand dropped from her hair to her lap, her gaze falling with it.

"What changed? Why did you send it if you didn’t trust I was telling the truth?" His voice wasn’t accusatory, just confused as he tried to connect the dots.

"I don’t know, really..." she said again, the words choking her. "There were too many things going on in my head at that time." She paused, then continued with a voice that barely rose above a whisper. "I know it was foolish... going there alone with her. But I didn’t want to involve the police, for fear of things getting complicated."

As she finished, her voice broke. The shame in her eyes was unbearable. She couldn’t look at him anymore. Her stomach was sick with regret.

"It’s alright," Trevor said softly, placing a reassuring hand on the edge of the bed. "No need to feel bad. What has happened has happened. We can’t change it now. We only have to move forward from here on."

His words were calm and purposeful. He hated how she looked like she was one breath away from collapsing into tears.

Freya nodded slowly, swallowing the lump in her throat. A brief silence fell between them, stretching into an awkward stillness, until Freya suddenly blurted out a question she had meant to keep locked in her head.

"Are you involved in anything diabolic?"

The question hit the air with a dull thud. Freya’s eyes widened in mortification the second it left her lips. What the hell did she just ask? She wanted to bury her head in the pillows. What sort of stupid question was that? And even if he was, did she expect him to admit it?

"Diabolic?" Trevor repeated, his head tilting slightly. His brows drew together in confusion.

Freya swallowed hard. She’d started it already. She might as well finish it.

"Yes," she said carefully, meeting his gaze. "There are rumors circulating about you... being into diabolic things."

Trevor studied her for a moment, his expression unreadable. Then, to her surprise, a flicker of amusement played on his lips rather than offense.

"Do you believe it?" he asked, the calm in his voice unnerving.

"I don’t know what to believe," Freya confessed. Her voice wavered with exasperation. "Because I don’t even know what is going on. If I had even the slightest understanding of what the hell is happening, then I would know where to stand."

Trevor nodded, folding his arms loosely. "You know, in the business world, when people have tried to bring you down in so many ways and have failed to achieve their goal... they become confused. They come up with assumptions to justify their failures. And humans..." he emphasized the word slightly, "... They fear and label what they do not understand."

Freya frowned slightly. "Humans?" she asked, unsure why the way he said it didn’t sit right with her.

"Yes, we’re all like that," Trevor replied quickly, not missing a beat. "But a few of us have developed a different mindset. We try not to jump to conclusions until we are completely sure we understand the situation, just like you are doing. You are one of the intelligent ones."

The compliment slid in so smoothly Freya almost missed it. She stared at him, unsure if he was trying to reassure her or distract her.

Trevor glanced at the clock on the wall and then back at her. "Come on," he said, gently, "Let me take you home so you can have a proper night’s rest."

Freya shook her head. "I can’t go home. I can’t have any proper rest while Tessy is still here. I’ll stay here until she wakes up."

Her voice was firm now. There was no room for negotiation.

Trevor sighed lightly but didn’t argue. Instead, he tried a different route. "Would you like something to eat?"

Another shake of the head.

"No," Freya replied. "We already had something before leaving the house."

"Alright," Trevor said with a small nod. "If you insist on staying here, it’s fine. But I still need to take you home so you can freshen up... get a blanket and other supplies to ensure you’re comfortable while you’re here."

Freya didn’t argue this time. She simply nodded, her heart still weighed down by all that had unfolded. frёeωebɳovel.com