Alpha's Rejected becomes the Lycan's Obsession-Chapter 31: Restrategize

Roman made no effort to move another step toward her. He just stared at her after hearing her yell at him, his expression a mix of surprise and confusion. Her voice had been sharp, cutting through the tension in the room like a knife, and it left him momentarily stunned.

"What?!" he asked, his voice low but edged with disbelief. He hadn’t expected this reaction from her, not after everything that had happened.

"This is my room, right?" Tessy asked, her tone calmer this time but still laced with defiance. Her green eyes locked onto his, unwavering despite the faint tremor in her hands.

Roman didn’t know why she was asking that, but he still answered.

"Yes, it is," he said, his voice steady but his mind racing. What was she playing at? Why was she acting like this?

"Good. Get out of my room," Tessy repeated, her voice calm but firm, her glare sharp enough to cut through steel.

"Are you okay?" Roman asked, still not moving. He didn’t know what to think about what was happening. He had expected her to be asking him about the attack, to demand answers, to show some sign of fear or gratitude. Instead, she was telling him to leave her room, her anger directed squarely at him. Did she perhaps think that he was behind the attack? Was that why she was this angry?

"Do I look okay?" Tessy shot back, her voice tinged with annoyance. She felt like she was going insane, and the dreams she had been having were not helping matters. This time, it wasn’t the headless man haunting her. Instead, there were strange-looking people who continuously whispered things she didn’t understand into her ears until she finally found the will to break free from their hold. The memory of it made her shiver, but she refused to let it show.

"No, you don’t look okay," Roman answered, his voice hardening as he finally took bold steps to cover the distance between them. As much as he was worried about her, he was also pissed. "You look like you enjoy getting yourself into trouble and dangerous situations." His words were sharp, each one carrying the weight of his frustration. "What made you think you could run away from me? You almost got yourself killed, remained unconscious for more than 12 hours, and the first thing you do when you wake up safe and sound is yell at me to leave your room? For what? For saving your ass?" Roman threw the questions one after another, his teeth gritted, his anger simmering.

He was now standing by the edge of the bed, glaring down at her. He knew she wouldn’t have gotten into trouble if he hadn’t dragged her into his messed-up life, but damnit, if she had listened to him and not tried to escape, she would have been fine.

Tessy was ready to retort, her lips parting to fire back, but she held her tongue because, once again, she began to feel the need to find clean air. The air around her felt heavy, polluted, as if his very presence was suffocating her.

She narrowed her eyes as she shot him a suspicious look, her earlier suspicions about him resurfacing. Was he responsible for what was happening to her?

To further confirm her suspicions, she noticed his eyes slowly darkening, a few specks of red flickering in their depths. This made her believe what she had seen the first day in the car wasn’t her imagination.

However, after she blinked, everything she just saw disappeared. He was back to normal, making her question her sanity.

"What are you?" she managed to ask, willing herself not to panic and to keep breathing. Her voice was steady, but her heart was racing. "What are you doing to me?" she asked again, realizing that staying calm helped a great deal with her breathing, but not with the sudden chills running down her spine or the need to move away from this man.

Noticing her distress and hearing her question, Roman took a step back, putting some distance between them. He composed himself, his expression softening slightly, but her words had caught him off guard. He was surprised she hadn’t started wheezing like she had the previous times. Still, her question made him panic slightly.

"You’re stubborn," he said, his voice low but firm. "You don’t want to know what I do to stubborn and defiant girls. Stop tempting me and behave."

Tessy’s brows knitted together, his words not sitting right with her. As much as he scared her, he also brought out a strange boldness and audacity from within her. However, she decided not to counter him again because her breathing was gradually returning to normal as he moved away from her. She watched him carefully, her mind racing as she tried to piece together what was happening.

Roman walked away, snatching the key from the inner part of the door and shutting it after he stepped out.

Tessy’s eyes widened as she realized what he had just done. Was he planning to lock her in? Or did he take the key because he didn’t want her to lock the door?

Roman turned around and inserted the key into the lock, but he couldn’t bring himself to turn it. He tried to force himself to do it. That was the least punishment he could give her for trying to defy him and do exactly what he said she shouldn’t. But his hand hesitated, the key trembling slightly in his grip.

In the end, he ran his fingers through his hair and let out a frustrated sigh. This was a small thing. Just for a few hours, and he would open the door again. Why the hell couldn’t he do it? Why was he struggling this much over something as simple as this?

Glaring at the door, he felt like releasing some of his frustrations by punching it, but simply knowing that she was in there made him shift his attention to the adjacent wall instead. Without hesitation, he moved to his target and punched the wall so hard that the impact reverberated through the room, causing Tessy to flinch on the bed.

Her heart started to beat wildly, but she willed herself to stay calm as she fixed her eyes on the door, waiting for what would happen next.

A few seconds later, the door was opened to reveal a fuming Roman. Tessy had never seen him look that pissed, even though she had only seen him a few times. Strangely, his anger seemed to bring her some joy and satisfaction. She shouldn’t be the only frustrated one.

Roman stared at her large green eyes, which appealed greatly to him and almost made him forget the reason he was angry in the first place. For a moment, the tension between them crackled like a live wire, but he quickly pushed it aside. He returned the key to its original position and turned around to walk away from there, his footsteps heavy with frustration.

Trevor stood a distance away, watching the scene unfold with a raised brow. When Roman approached, he gave him a look, and Roman raised a brow in return.

"Her meal is ready," Trevor reported, understanding the look Roman gave him.

"Good. Serve her then," Roman commented, walking toward his room without another word.

"Me?" Trevor asked, widening his eyes. Before Roman could say a word, Daniel, who had just arrived at the scene, spoke up.

"I’ll do it," he said, stepping forward. When Roman shot him a look, he added, "I think I can handle what Trevor is scared of."

"And what’s that?" Roman asked, his voice tinged with irritation.

"Her temper, boss. I have very good people skills," Daniel assured, a faint smile playing on his lips. Roman walked away without saying another word to either of them, his mind already racing with thoughts.

He had thought he had it all figured out and that after everything he had done, Tessy would come around. But now, it was obvious he needed to restrategize.