Alpha's Rejected becomes the Lycan's Obsession-Chapter 108: Don’t interfere

"Your car is still at the park. I’ll get someone to drive it to this place later in the day," Trevor said in his usual calm tone, his hand already reaching for the car door handle as they approached his sleek black car parked outside the hospital.

Freya turned her tired gaze toward him, the overhead lights of the parking lot casting shadows across her face. The events of the past few hours had weighed her down like stones in her chest, and though her limbs moved, her thoughts lagged behind, jumbled and heavy.

"Thank you," She murmured, her voice low but sincere. She moved toward the car, the leather seats gleaming softly under the hospital lights. Sliding into the passenger seat, she leaned her head briefly against the cool window when the door was shut quietly

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The engine hummed to life, and they pulled out of the lot in silence. The city blurred past in streaks of white and yellow, neon signs flickering in the rearview mirror like distant, unreachable stars. For several long minutes, the only sound inside the car was the low murmur of the engine and the occasional whoosh of passing cars. Freya’s fingers toyed absently with the hem of her blouse, her mind flickering with questions she couldn’t contain any longer.

"How did you find us?" she finally asked, her voice slicing through the silence like a slow but deliberate blade.

Trevor’s eyes remained fixed on the road ahead, but his voice was smooth and controlled when he answered. "Daniel told us you were leaving the house. We had to follow just to make sure you two were safe, because it was too late to be going out for dinner at that time."

"Oh," Freya’s lips shaped the word more than she spoke it, and she blinked slowly, trying to piece together the memory. Her mind wandered back to earlier in the day, recalling seeing Daniel parked a distance away from her house and wondering why he was still there even after dropping Tessy. Now, the puzzle clicked into place.

Her brows pulled together as another thought surfaced. "But I didn’t see him when we were leaving," she pointed out, her voice laced with suspicion.

"That’s because he had moved the car to a location that was out of sight," Trevor replied without missing a beat.

Another soft, thoughtful "Oh," escaped her lips, quieter this time, almost swallowed by the gentle hum of the car’s interior. A beat passed, then another, as she stared out the window, her thoughts spiraling again, this time around Tessy. She couldn’t shake the unease coiling in her gut.

"Are you sure Tessy will be alright with your boss?" she asked, her voice quieter, more cautious now, like she was tiptoeing around her own concern. "I don’t know, but I kind of feel uncomfortable leaving her alone with him."

Trevor’s brows twitched in confusion. He glanced sideways at her briefly, not expecting the question. "He’s her husband," he replied slowly, his tone tinged with disbelief. "Why do you think she won’t be alright with him?"

Freya hesitated, the words forming a lump in her throat before she forced them out. "Will he not hit her or something?" Her tone was unsure, like she wasn’t certain she believed it herself but had to voice it anyway.

Trevor drew in a slow breath, realization dawning in his eyes. "Is this still about the video?" he asked, already knowing the answer.

He didn’t wait for her to respond.

"Listen," he began, his voice firmer now, but not harsh. "I don’t know how to make you understand this, but that video is a huge misunderstanding. I know you care about your friend, but trust me when I say you don’t care about her safety as much as my boss does. He would burn down the world just to keep her safe, believe it or not."

Freya turned her head slightly, trying to read the sincerity in his voice, her heart pounding just a little faster.

"And for emphasis and clarity’s sake," Trevor continued, not breaking eye contact with the road, "Roman did not kill Mrs. Curt. And neither did Williams. When the complete information about this whole thing is out, you’ll understand better."

His words lingered in the air like thick, opaque smoke, which was difficult to see through.

Freya let out a long sigh, more from emotional exhaustion than acceptance. Her thoughts were spinning, but she said nothing, her lips pressed into a tight line as she stared down at her lap.

The silence returned, more awkward now than before. It filled the car like a dense fog, wrapping around her, prickling at her skin. It had never been this awkward with Trevor before. Even in the most unlikely moments, they’d always managed to fall into a rhythm. But now that rhythm felt out of tune, offbeat, like they were dancing to different songs.

She shifted in her seat, trying to suppress the discomfort rising in her chest.

"Why do you drive yourself when you can afford a driver?" she asked suddenly, needing something—anything—to cut through the silence.

Trevor glanced at her, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Because driving is one activity I enjoy doing. Let’s just say it’s my hobby."

She nodded in understanding, though she forced herself this time to shut up, to stay still and not ask another question. Her curiosity still fluttered like a trapped bird in her chest, but she pushed it down. A few minutes later, they turned into her street and slowed in front of her house.

"Here we are," Trevor announced softly.

Freya unbuckled her seatbelt, glancing at the familiar shape of her home silhouetted against the night sky.

"You can go do your thing. I’ll wait for you right here," Trevor said, his tone neutral but polite.

Freya’s brow creased into a frown. "You don’t want to come inside?" she asked instinctively, and then immediately regretted how she had phrased it. Her words had sounded like she wanted him to confirm his decision, and that was not what she wanted. She quickly corrected herself.

"No, I can’t let you stay out here. I will take some time, and I’ll feel very bad knowing you are outside in the car waiting for me. Please come inside," she added, her voice soft but firm. When she noticed he might still refuse, she pressed further, "I insist."

Trevor hesitated for a moment, then nodded in surrender. He stepped out of the car and walked alongside her to the door. The night air was cool against their skin, the stars overhead winking through scattered clouds. Just as Freya reached across a little shrub by the corner of the door to retrieve her spare keys, Trevor stiffened beside her.

His sharp senses picked up the sound of footsteps, fast and urgent, approaching from behind.

He turned instinctively, his eyes narrowing and his body getting ready for combat should the situation call for it.

In the distance, a figure was rushing toward them, and as he came closer, Trevor recognized him immediately. It was the same man he had seen the day he picked Freya up for dinner. The one with the restless gaze and overfamiliar attitude.

Freya turned too, alarm flickering in her eyes as the footsteps neared. Her scowl arrived the instant she saw who it was.

"Freya, I’ve been waiting for you for hours. Where did you go?" Gary demanded breathlessly as he reached them, planting himself beside Trevor at the doorstep. His eyes flicked to Trevor, barely hiding his disdain, before swinging back to Freya.

Freya squared her shoulders. "What the hell, Gary? What sort of question is that?"

Her voice was sharp with irritation, her eyes flashing. She couldn’t understand what sort of warped reasoning gave him the idea that she owed him an explanation as to how she lived her life or where she goes to.

"A harmless question from someone who cares about you and has been waiting for you," Gary replied defensively, though his tone was more accusatory than concerned. "Why are you still hanging out with this man even after—"

"Watch your tongue, Gary." Freya cut him off immediately, her voice like cold steel. "It’s no business of yours who I hang out with and who I don’t. Now state your business, if you have any. And if you don’t, please leave. I don’t have the mental capacity to deal with your shenanigans right now."

"Shenanigans?" Gary repeated incredulously, as if the word had burned a hole in his ears. "You’re talking to me this way because of him?"

That was when Trevor decided he had heard enough.

"Mr. Gary," Trevor said with warning in his voice.

But Gary rounded on him, rage flashing in his eyes. "Shut the fuck up," he snapped. "Don’t you fucking dare call my name. And don’t you interfere when I’m talking to my woman."

His voice dripped with venom, his jaw clenched so tight his words hissed through gritted teeth.