Alpha's Rejected becomes the Lycan's Obsession-Chapter 38: No answer

Surprised at how easily Roman agreed to Tessy’s request, Trevor’s lips parted in disbelief. He knew Roman must have agreed just to please Tessy, but this was not the time for thag.

He watched Roman stride away, before turning to look at Daniel. The younger man seemed just as puzzled, his brows furrowed as he stared after Roman.

"You should go after him. He may have forgotten," Daniel said to Trevor, his voice low but urgent.

As if suddenly woken from a daze, Trevor nodded and hurried after Roman, his footsteps echoing softly on the polished floor.

Freya, who had been standing quietly, didn’t understand what the men were discussing. She simply watched Trevor leave, her gaze lingering on his retreating figure before shifting to Daniel.

For the first time, she noticed his striking features—his sharp jawline, the faint stubble shadowing his cheeks, and the way his dark eyes seemed to hold a quiet intensity. It struck her that everyone surrounding Roman seemed to have been carved by the creator himself, each one exuding a unique kind of magnetism.

Daniel flashed her a warm smile, and Freya couldn’t help but return it. "Please tell Madam not to worry too much. Her mother will be found," he said, his tone gentle and reassuring. He hoped to ease the tension that hung heavy in the air. He would have gone with Trevor, but he knew Roman wouldn’t want him involved in the matters of that particular night. His place was here, ensuring the house and everyone in it were safe.

"Thank you," Freya responded, her voice soft but appreciative. She felt a small sense of comfort in his words, though the worry for Tessy’s mother still gnawed at her.

Meanwhile, outside the house, Trevor approached Roman, who was leaning casually against the car. The moonlight was shining bright above them, and the cool night air carried the faint scent of damp earth. Roman’s expression was distant, his eyes fixed on some unseen point in the darkness, as if he were lost in thought.

"Boss, are you really going to take her out tonight?" Trevor asked, his voice tinged with worry. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other, indicating how uneasy he felt at that moment.

"Yes," Roman answered simply, his tone leaving no room for argument. His voice was calm, but there was an edge to it that made Trevor hesitate.

"Tonight is the Widows’ Night," Trevor said, his brow furrowing. He doubted Roman had forgotten—Roman never forgot important events, especially one as significant as this—but he felt the need to remind him anyway. The Widows’ Night was a night of mourning, a somber reminder of a dark Chapter in their history.

"I know," Roman responded, confirming Trevor’s suspicion. His calm reply only deepened Trevor’s confusion.

The Widows’ Night was a night when one of the werewolf communities marked the anniversary of the mass killing of their warriors—one of the many heinous crimes Roman had committed in the past. After the slaughter on the battlefield, the community had been left with mostly women and young pups, who would have also perished if Roman hadn’t been stopped. Every year since, they had quietly observed the Widows’ Night. Recently, however, they had begun setting traps to either capture or kill Roman. Though all their attempts had failed, they continued to try.

"You know, and you still want to go ahead with it?" Trevor repeated, his voice laced with disbelief. He couldn’t understand why Roman would willingly walk into such danger with Tessy, knowing he wasn’t ready for her to find out what he was yet. How would she not find out when a hoard of werewolves would be chasing after them?

"I have no choice, Trevor," Roman said, his tone firm. "We still have an hour before the cockroaches come out, and I have to meet Williams at Monero."

Trevor frowned. "Monero? What happened there?"

"Tessy’s attackers were witches," Roman explained, his jaw tightening. The mention of witches sent a chill down Trevor’s spine. "Take the other car. You’re coming with me. Her friend will ride with you." novelbuddy.cσ๓

Trevor wanted to ask why, but he thought better of it and simply nodded. He went back inside to fetch Freya and led her to his car just moments before Tessy arrived.

Roman, who saw Tessy walk out of the house, opened the car door for her before she reached him. Tessy got into the car, and he shut the door behind her. Only after she was inside did she realize there was no one else in the car apart from her.

"Where’s Freya?" she asked when Roman climbed into the driver’s seat.

"She’s in Trevor’s car. They’ll ride behind us," he said, moving his gaze to her. "Buckle up," he added, giving her no chance to ask further questions.

Tessy let it go and grabbed her seatbelt, her mind already too distressed to argue.

Roman started the car, and for the first few moments, the ride was smooth and uneventful. The engine purred softly as they pulled out of the driveway, the headlights cutting through the darkness. Tessy was about to ask why he was driving himself when the car suddenly lurched forward, accelerating at an alarming speed. The world outside blurred as they shot down the road, the car practically flying.

"What are you doing?" Tessy asked, her eyes widening in fear as she gripped the seat. Her knuckles turned white as she clung to the edge, her heart pounding in her chest.

"Driving," Roman answered without slowing down. His expression was serious, his eyes scanning the road and his ears sharpened to catch even the slightest sound. The wind roared outside, and the trees lining the road became a blur of shadows.

"What sort of driving is this? Do you want to get us killed?" Tessy asked, her voice rising in panic. She could feel the adrenaline coursing through her veins, her body tense with fear.

"No one of us is dying today," Roman said calmly. "Going any slower than this is what will get us killed."

Tessy didn’t know whether to worry more for her life, which currently felt like it was hanging by a thread, or for Roman’s warped logic. Her heart pounded as if it were trying to escape her chest, and her hands clung to the seat for dear life. Her life had never been easy, but this wasn’t how she planned to die. She wanted to live to a ripe old age, surrounded by her children and grandchildren.

"Close your eyes if you’re scared," Roman suggested, his tone almost casual.

Tessy shot him an incredulous look. "How is that going to change anything?" she snapped.

"You won’t see how fast I’m going if you do," Roman replied, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.

Tessy decided not to engage him further. Arguing with him might just drive her insane.

Meanwhile, behind them, Trevor was matching Roman’s speed. Freya, though confused by the sudden urgency, didn’t look as alarmed as Tessy. Their car was silent, with Trevor focused on the road and Freya refraining from asking questions so as not to distract him.

In a short while, they arrived at the Curt’s house, and the two cars pulled to a stop. Tessy didn’t move immediately. She took a moment to appreciate the fact that she was still alive before shooting a glare at Roman, who was smiling as he stared at her. He climbed out of the car and moved to open her door, but she beat him to it, stepping out before he could reach her.

She hurried to the front door and pressed the bell repeatedly, but no one answered. The house stood before her, its windows dark and lifeless, adding to her growing sense of dread.

"Try calling him again," Freya suggested as she joined Tessy at the door. Tessy pulled out her phone and dialed her father’s number, but once again, there was no answer.