Alpha's Rejected becomes the Lycan's Obsession-Chapter 112: Blood magic

The cold breeze whipped around Roman as he stepped out of the hospital room, his towering frame tense, his jaw clenched in barely-contained fury. The hallway lights above buzzed softly, casting a sterile glow that contrasted starkly with the dark storm simmering behind his blue eyes.

His fingers dove into his coat pocket with controlled urgency, pulling out his phone. A quick swipe and he dialed Williams number without hesitation.

He brought the phone to his ear, his breaths slow and deliberate, as though he was restraining himself from exploding right there in the corridor. The line rang once, then again, and then it connected.

"Rome?"

"Where are you?" Roman asked, his voice low and sharp, slicing through the receiver with cold precision.

There was a brief pause, then the familiar voice of Williams came through, laced with fatigue and caution. "Fariah Mountain."

Roman’s stare hardened on the floor beneath his feet.

"I’ll be leaving soon," Williams added.

"Don’t go anywhere. I’m on my way," Roman said, his voice like thunder before the strike, brooding and final.

The sudden command made Williams frown, instinctively bristling at the unexpected turn. "On your way to—" he started, but Roman was already pulling the phone from his ear, ending the call before the words could even fall into place.

He turned immediately, and his piercing eyes met Trevor’s and Daniel’s as he approached them with unwavering steps.

"I’m going to find Liam," he said flatly.

Trevor’s brows pulled together. "I’m coming with you," he offered without a second thought, already preparing to follow.

"No, you’re not. I need you to stay here. Both of you. I’ll be back before dawn." Roman’s refusal was swift and firm, a line drawn in stone, not sand. And just like that, he walked past them, his presence like an echo of rage fading with every step he took.

Trevor and Daniel stood in silence for a moment, watching him disappear into the night like a storm cloaked in human form.

"Why do I have a feeling that we are about to miss a very interesting showdown?" Daniel finally said, a curious edge lacing his words.

Trevor’s gaze shifted to him, brows furrowed. "What are you talking about?"

Daniel exhaled dramatically. "Boss going to find Alpha Williams... by this time... in his current state?" He gestured vaguely in the direction Roman had left, his eyes widening slightly. "Blood will definitely flow in surplus. Wish I could witness it myself. I have really missed combat."

Trevor raised an eyebrow. "You’ve never been in any major combat before."

Daniel bobbed his head multiple times in agreement. "True, true. But when I was still in Luminera with Alpha Williams, we used to have combat training frequently with Vanessa and the others."

Trevor rolled his eyes, though only internally. He didn’t have the energy for theatrics. "Just say you miss Vanessa. Leave the others out of it."

Daniel frowned. "What are you talking about? She is my superior and it’s not wrong if I miss her." His voice jumped into a defensive tone, his arms folding tightly across his chest.

Trevor didn’t bother continuing the conversation. His mind had drifted, unbidden, to someone else entirely, someone currently inside the hospital room with Tessy. The thought was like a small flame catching on dry leaves, and before he could stop it, it burned through his mind.

Although he was worried about Roman, he could relax a bit knowing the guy would be with Williams. If there was anyone else apart from him who could stop Roman from going crazy, it was Williams.

"You and Madam’s friend..." Daniel’s voice cut through the silence, dragging Trevor back into the present. "Is there something going on between the two of you?"

Trevor’s head snapped to him, his sharp look enough to make Daniel lift his hands halfway in surrender.

"Don’t look at me like that," Daniel said, retreating slightly. "I’m only asking because I noticed your movement around her."

Trevor didn’t respond, his expression unreadable, stone-cold.

"You know she’s human," Daniel continued, undeterred. "Are you only after her for pleasure’s sake or are you really serious about her?"

Trevor’s growl was low, like distant thunder. "Mind your business, Daniel."

That was enough. Daniel wisely shut his probing mouth, the heavy silence that followed thick with things better left unsaid.

Trevor was not violent. But being someone who has been following Roman for the longest, and fought battles with the Lycan, he knew not to push his limits. The guy could be dangerous when he wanted to.

***

Meanwhile, up on the craggy ridgeline of Fariah Mountain, the wind was howling like a wounded beast, whipping through the trees with feral intensity. The night was heavy with mist and vengeance, the moon a sliver in the bruised sky. Roman moved through the wilderness like he was born of it, his boots crunching softly on the gravel trail as he ascended.

At the summit, Williams sat on a slightly raised rock, his silhouette stark against the gloom, a figure of composure amid chaos. He was still as stone until the crunch of Roman’s approaching steps stirred him to turn his head.

"What are you doing here, Rome?" he asked, his voice neutral but suspicious. He could feel the Lycan was calm. The raging beast from earlier was no where to be found, and his aura was somewhat normal. Still the guy was not supposed to be on that mountain at that time.

Roman didn’t answer his question. Instead, he took a step closer, his gaze piercing. "You look a mess. What happened to you?"

Williams squinted, something prickling his gut. Roman was avoiding his question. Suspicion crept into his voice. "Rome, you’re supposed to be with your wife at the hospital."

"My wife is fine. But my baby is not." Roman’s voice was too calm, and it chilled the marrow in Williams’ bones. "Those bastards killed my baby."

The words slammed into Williams like a sledgehammer to the chest. His breath hitched for a moment, and his blood ran cold. Anger roused inside of him so fast it threatened to consume him while, but having mastered control of his emotions, he didn’t let it show on his face.

"So I’m here to mourn my little one, who they didn’t allow the opportunity to see the light of day before snuffing life out of him." Roman continued, his tone oddly composed.

Williams studied him intently. This wasn’t grief; it was rage buried beneath glacial stillness. "You shouldn’t be this calm if that’s the case," Williams said aloud, more to himself than anyone else.

Roman’s lips curled into a wry, sly smile. "Don’t worry, Liam. Tonight, I will not disappoint your expectations. That thing you’re scared I’m going to do? It’s exactly what I’m going to do."

Williams shook his head slowly, exhaling as he rose from his seat, stepping directly in front of Roman. "Rome, I told you I would handle it. And I have, as you can see."

He turned and pointed to his far right. Roman followed his gesture, his eyes narrowing as he spotted the twisted shapes lying in the shadows. Three lifeless bodies, blood-soaked and sprawled on the rocky ground like discarded puppets.

"I can only see three bodies," Roman commented, his voice even colder now. "Those witches were more than three."

"I know," Williams said, stepping closer to the scene. "The others have disappeared to Casper’s camp. These ones were also trying to do it before I caught them."

His voice held a sharpness born of exhaustion and fury. "This is a coordinated attack orchestrated by Casper. The witches are working with him. The only way we can win is if we find a way to bring Casper down, and I already found it."

Roman’s brow lifted slightly, the first flicker of curiosity stirring in the boiling pit of his fury. "What do you mean? What did you find?"

"I found Charlotte," Williams said, his voice lowering. "And she told me who performed the Sirioni spell."

Roman’s eyes sharpened, his chest rising with a slow breath. His blood boiled anew, his hands twitching as though anticipating violence. "Who did?"

There was a pause, deliberate and heavy. Then Williams finally answered.

"Dera."

Roman stared at him, a shadow of disbelief darkening his features. "Dera? Your own Dera?"

"Yep," Williams confirmed, nodding slowly.

Roman’s mouth curled with incredulity. "How the hell is that possible? Dera is human."

"A human who has part of my powers," Williams reminded him, his voice grave.

Roman absorbed the information, and then nodded once. "So where is she now?"

"I don’t know. But I’m going to find out. Tonight."

Roman’s eyes narrowed again. "Charlotte told you who performed the spell but didn’t tell you where to find her?"

"Dera doesn’t want to be found," Williams explained. "And she made Charlotte promise not to reveal her location to anybody."

Roman crossed his arms. "So how do you intend to find her?"

Williams’ eyes lit with grim determination. "Blood magic."