Alpha's Rejected becomes the Lycan's Obsession-Chapter 29: She just passed out

Outside the main door, Tessy paused, her breath catching in her throat as she came face to face with the guard assigned to provide them security.

"Is everything alright, Madam?" he asked, his voice calm but laced with suspicion. He couldn’t understand why she was all dressed up and out so early in the morning, especially with the faint traces of tension etched across her face.

"Um, yes. I just want to grab coffee downstairs. I’ll be back," Tessy answered, forcing a casual tone into her voice. She avoided his gaze, hoping he wouldn’t notice the slight tremor in her hands.

The guard frowned, his instincts telling him something was off. "It can be delivered to you up here, or I can go and get it myself. You don’t have to go through that stress," he suggested, already stepping forward as if to take charge of the situation.

"No, don’t bother," Tessy said quickly, holding up a hand to stop him. "I need the walk to clear my head. I will be fine." She didn’t wait for his response. She turned on her heel and strode toward the elevator. Once she stepped in, she glanced at her phone, seeing the notification that her ride had arrived.

When the elevator door closed, she let out a shaky breath, relieved that the guard hadn’t followed her. However, with the door now blocking her view, she didn’t notice that he brought out his phone and made a call as soon as the door closed, his voice low and urgent.

The cold morning air hit her face like a slap as soon as she stepped out of the hotel building. The city was still cloaked in darkness, the faint glow of streetlights casting long shadows across the pavement.

Tessy shivered, pulling her jacket tighter around her as she spotted her ride idling by the curb. She hurried toward the car, her footsteps echoing in the quiet street, and climbed in without hesitation.

This was it. She was leaving and never turning back. Her heart squeezed tightly in her chest, a mix of guilt and fear swirling within her. She steeled her mind, pushing the emotions aside. She would communicate with Freya when she arrived at her destination, and she believed Freya would understand.

As for Roman, she hoped he would never find her. Even though she had turned a deaf ear to Freya’s warnings, somewhere deep in her heart, she was terrified he would hunt her down.

The car pulled away from the curb, the city lights fading into the distance as they drove farther from the hotel. With each passing mile, Tessy felt her panic ebb away, replaced by a fragile sense of peace. No one seemed to notice or follow them. By the time the guard would realize she was gone, she would be long gone.

With that thought in mind, she turned on soothing music on her phone, the soft melodies filling her ears through her earbuds. Finally, she allowed herself to relax against the backrest, shutting her eyes and letting the tension drain from her body.

The journey progressed smoothly until five minutes later when the car screeched to a sudden halt, jolting Tessy awake. Her eyes snapped open, and she sat up instantly, her heart racing.

"What’s wrong?" she asked, her voice tight with alarm as she leaned forward to look at the driver through the rearview mirror.

The driver’s face was pale, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly. "I’m not sure," he said, his voice shaky. "A car just drove out of nowhere and blocked the road." He gestured ahead, where a black SUV had parked diagonally across the narrow street, its headlights glaring like predatory eyes.

Tessy’s heart skipped a beat. She looked ahead, her stomach churning as two men in black stepped out of the SUV. Their movements were deliberate, their faces obscured by shadows. They walked toward her ride with an air of menace that made her blood run cold.

"What do they want? Are they police officers? Were you over speeding? Or did you commit an offense?" Tessy fired off questions in rapid succession, her voice rising with panic. She didn’t give the driver a chance to answer, her mind racing with possibilities.

The driver hesitated, unsure whether to reverse or wait. He knew he hadn’t committed any crime, but the men approaching his car didn’t look like they were here for a friendly chat. Trying to stay calm, he rolled down his window, intending to ask them what they wanted.

However, before he could say a word, one of the men raised a gun and pressed it to his head. The sharp crack of the gunshot echoed through the quiet street, and the driver slumped forward, his lifeless body collapsing against the steering wheel.

Tessy screamed, the sound tearing from her throat as she scrambled to lock the doors on her left and right. She fumbled with her phone, her trembling fingers struggling to dial Freya’s number. The glass on her side of the car shattered as one of the men punched through it, sending shards raining down around her. ƒrēenovelkiss.com

She dropped the phone, her hands flying up to shield her face as the man reached inside. But instead of unlocking the door, he grabbed the frame and ripped it clean off its hinges, the metal groaning in protest. Tessy stared in horror, frozen in place as the man leaned in, his cold eyes locking onto hers.

Just as he reached for her, something yanked him away with brutal force. Tessy’s ears picked up the sounds of snarls and growls, the air filled with the clash of bodies and the sickening crunch of bone. She turned her head, trying to see what was happening, but the second attacker was already at her door.

A piece of cloth was pressed over her face, the sharp chemical smell burning her nostrils. She struggled, clawing at the man’s hands, but her strength was no match for his. Just as her vision began to blur, the man was ripped away from her, his body flung into the darkness like a ragdoll.

Tessy’s head swam, her limbs growing heavy as the chloroform took effect. Before she passed out, she saw a familiar figure approaching her. Daniel. His shirt was stained with blood, his face etched with worry. When had he gotten here? Wasn’t he supposed to be with Roman?

"Are you alright, Madam?" Daniel’s voice reached her ears, but it sounded distant, as if he were speaking through water. She tried to answer, but the darkness closed in, swallowing her whole.

"Is she hurt?" the guard from the hotel asked, appearing beside Daniel. His face was grim, his hands clenched into fists as he surveyed the scene.

"No. She just passed out," Daniel answered, his voice tight with anger. He frowned, his sharp eyes scanning the area for any remaining threats. The street was eerily quiet now, the only sound the faint hum of the car’s engine and the distant wail of sirens.

***

Two hours later, Freya woke up from her slumber, the faint light of dawn filtering through the curtains. She reached for her phone, her heart skipping a beat when she saw the missed call notification from Tessy. Why would Tessy be calling her when their rooms were just a few meters apart? Was she alright?

Freya threw off the covers and hurried to Tessy’s room, her bare feet padding softly against the carpet. She knocked once, then pushed the door open, her stomach sinking when she found the room empty. The bed was neatly made, the air still and silent.

"Tessy?" Freya called out, her voice echoing in the empty room. She checked the bathroom, the closet, even the balcony, but there was no sign of her friend. Panic began to rise in her chest as she dialed Tessy’s number, her fingers trembling. The phone rang and rang, but no one answered.

Worried, Freya grabbed her jacket and rushed outside, her mind racing. She looked for the guard, but he was nowhere to be found. The hallway was deserted. Did Tessy go out and take the guard with her? But why wouldn’t she send a text?

Forty minutes passed, and Freya’s worry had escalated into full-blown fear. She tried calling Tessy’s line again, her heart pounding as the phone rang. This time, a man picked up, his voice low and hurried. "Hello?" he said, but before Freya could respond, the call dropped.

She tried again, her hands shaking as she pressed the screen. But this time, the phone was switched off.