Alpha's Rejected becomes the Lycan's Obsession-Chapter 110: Only way

The sterile scent of antiseptic filled Tessy’s nostrils as her eyelids fluttered open slowly. The harsh white ceiling above her was blurry at first, spinning slightly before settling into focus. She didn’t move immediately. Her limbs felt like dead weight.

Only her eyes dared to shift, roaming cautiously around the room. Machines beeped faintly in the background, an IV bag hung beside her with its long plastic tubing snaking down into her arm. Her mind fought to piece the fragments together. One after another, the memories stormed her consciousness.

But one memory slammed into her chest with brutal force: the bleeding.

Her breathing hitched. She mentally scanned her body, her senses expanding inward in a silent, panicked assessment. Then it struck her. She wasn’t wearing the same clothes she’d left Freya’s house with. Instead, her body was swaddled in a flimsy hospital gown, the cotton fabric cool against her skin. The realization sparked fear like electricity, tightening her throat.

"My baby," she uttered, the words barely escaping her lips. They were no louder than a whisper, but they trembled with agony.

Roman, who had been seated beside her bed with his head bowed low, resting on the edge of the mattress, instantly lifted his head at the sound of her voice. His dark eyes were weary, but the moment he saw her awake, they lit up with relief.

"You are awake," he spoke, voice shaky with emotion. "Thank goddess," he added, exhaling deeply as if he’d been holding his breath for days.

"Is my baby all right?" Tessy asked, her voice cutting through his relief like shattered glass. She didn’t care about his expression, or the hope that laced his words. All that mattered now was the truth. "Please, tell me my baby is all right." Her voice wavered dangerously, teetering on the edge of devastation.

Roman faltered.

"Wait, I’ll get the doctor," he said instead, standing up quickly. His hand moved toward the small silver bell placed on the bedside table. With a single, sharp press, the soft chime echoed into the hallway.

"I didn’t ask for the doctor," Tessy said, her voice rising in volume, rising in pain. "I asked if my baby is all right."

She forced her arms to move, propping herself up slightly despite the dull ache that shot through her abdomen. Her muscles screamed, but she didn’t care. She needed answers, not distractions.

"Don’t move, Tessy," Roman said quickly, placing his hand lightly on her shoulder to keep her from sitting up further. "The doctor will be here soon."

A silence stretched between them like a taut rope.

"My baby is gone, isn’t it..." Tessy finally asked, the words escaping her lips like a final breath. Tears spilled freely from her eyes, soaking into the thin hospital pillow beneath her head. The pain wasn’t physical anymore. It was a crushing, soul-deep ache that no medicine could soothe. Her body trembled as the realization rooted itself inside her chest. Roman’s silence only confirmed what her heart already knew.

She didn’t speak again. She didn’t need to. The weight of her grief clung to the air like smoke, thick and suffocating.

The door opened quietly, and the doctor stepped inside, clipboard in hand. He offered a few words of comfort, his tone professional but soft. He checked her vitals, adjusted her IV, and murmured reassurances that didn’t touch the hollow ache spreading in her chest. When he was done, he gave a sympathetic nod and exited, leaving the room in a heavier silence than before.

Tessy turned her head away from Roman, allowing the tears to fall silently. Her heart thudded with pain, her mind spiraling in a storm of guilt, loss, and helplessness. She mourned not just the baby, but everything that might have been, the life, the laughter, the tiny hands and feet she would never get to hold.

Roman sat frozen, his fists clenched at his sides. He wanted to reach for her, to say something, but the words lodged in his throat like shards of glass. He couldn’t find the right sentence. He couldn’t even find a beginning.

"Freya," Tessy finally spoke again after a long, harrowing silence. Her voice was so faint it was nearly lost beneath the sound of the monitors. "Where is Freya? Did you find her?" she asked, her tone edged with desperation and exhaustion.

"She’s receiving treatment in the next room. She was only knocked out, nothing serious. She will be up soon."

He watched her face carefully, noting the way her jaw tensed as she processed his answer. He hesitated, then asked gently, "Do you need anything? Maybe something to eat or drink?"

"Just leave me alone. Stay away from me, please," Tessy said, her voice brittle, her eyes glassy with unshed tears.

That broke something in Roman.

"Stay away from you? How does that even work?" he snapped, his voice harsher than he meant it to be. Pain had chiseled every syllable sharp. He didn’t give her a chance to respond before the words kept coming, pouring from a place he could no longer control. "I followed your wish. I left you alone for a few hours and this is where we find ourselves. You think I will make that kind of mistake again? It doesn’t matter what happens between us, Tessy, anytime we have a problem, I’m going to tie you to the bed if I have to until we find a way to fix our differences."

His voice cracked midway, emotion bleeding into his tone. The finality in his words was undeniable, unyielding.

"We just lost our baby, for heaven’s sake, and I almost lost you. And yet you’re asking me to leave you alone?"

His voice softened then, filled with a quiet despair that made Tessy’s heart squeeze.

"You’re blaming me now for losing our baby? It’s now my fault?" she asked, her voice tinged with disbelief and sorrow. Her eyes flared with the rawness of old wounds reopened. This had happened before. She had been blamed before. It had destroyed her once. And now it was happening again.

"No, it’s not your fault. I take the whole blame. It’s my fault for not telling you the truth when I should have," Roman answered, desperation leaking into his voice as he tried to reach her, tried to make her see. "But I was only protecting you. I wanted you to be stronger before I told you anything as heavy as that. I needed you to have enough capacity to be able to handle it."

His words, though genuine, only pierced deeper into the bleeding wound inside her. The same words that were meant to soothe only poured salt into her pain.

"Handle what? And what truth?" Tessy’s voice rose again, trembling. "About how you murdered my mother and watched me bury her while consoling me as if you didn’t know what happened to her? Is that the truth you thought I couldn’t handle?"

She stared at him, fury and grief swimming in her eyes, unbothered by how harsh it sounded or how it might wound him. She was beyond caring.

"Can we talk about this when we get home? This is a hospital, and you are still recovering," Roman said, his voice quieter now, almost pleading.

"I don’t care. Spill it or you leave me the hell alone," Tessy snapped, her voice fierce and unwavering.

Roman looked at her, then finally nodded. He exhaled slowly, surrendering to the inevitable.

"Fine. I did not kill your mother. She has been dead for a long time, according to your aunt, who you think is your real mother because she’s the one that raised you."

Tessy’s brows drew together in confusion, the words not making any sense.

"What are you talking about?" she asked, her voice low, uncertain.

"The woman you know to be your mother is not your mother. She is your mother’s twin sister. But even at that, I did not harm her. And I have proof. You will see everything for yourself after we leave this place."

"My mother is not my mother? Really?" Tessy scoffed bitterly, shaking her head. "You think telling me such lies will change what happened?"

"There are no lies in my words. This same reaction is the reason I have kept this information from you, because I knew it would be hard for you to digest. But since you want me to spill everything, I’ll give you the major headlines," Roman said, steadying his voice.

He looked her straight in the eye.

"The man you know as your father is not your biological father. Your biological father is the one that has been appearing in your dreams, the very one you look exactly like."

"Stop. You’re lying." Tessy shook her head, the denial thick in her throat. Her heart pounded furiously in her chest. She didn’t want to hear anymore.

"The last one I will only tell you when we get to the house because information like that should not be shared in public spaces," Roman said, his tone firm but pained.

He hated the hurt in her eyes. But he knew that the only way to stop everything from falling further apart was to finally tell her everything. To bring the shadows into the light, even if it would hurt her and break her down at first.