Alpha's Rejected becomes the Lycan's Obsession-Chapter 39: She scolded him

"Boss, it’s almost time," Trevor said, lowering his arm after glancing at his wristwatch for the umpteenth time. His face held a deep frown, a stark contrast to his usual calm demeanor.

Inside, he was a panicky mess, his thoughts racing as he considered the risks of the night ahead. The weight of the situation pressed heavily on his shoulders, and he couldn’t shake the unease that gnawed at him.

If it were just him and Roman out there by that time, he wouldn’t be worried. They could easily handle anything thrown at them. But having Tessy with them complicated things.

"I know that," Roman answered, his voice calm but firm. His eyes were fixed on Tessy and Freya, who stood a short distance away, their heads bent together in quiet conversation. Roman was seated on the hood of his car, his posture relaxed but his gaze sharp, like a predator surveying its surroundings. Trevor stood beside him, his arms crossed tightly over his chest as if trying to hold himself together.

It had been over thirty minutes since they arrived at Tessy’s parents’ house, and her father was nowhere to be found. He wasn’t answering his calls either. If Roman didn’t know how worried Tessy was at that moment, he would have suggested they leave. But he didn’t want to come off as uncaring, especially when she was clearly distressed.

Trevor let out a long sigh, running his fingers through his hair—a move that Freya’s eyes caught when she shifted her attention to him. She noticed the tension in his shoulders, the way his jaw tightened as he glanced at his watch again. There was something about his demeanor that intrigued her, though she couldn’t quite put her finger on it.

"She’s gonna freak out," Trevor concluded, his voice low. He knew there was no miracle that could stop Tessy from finding out what they really were that night.

And that was one thing Roman didn’t want yet. Tessy had yet to find out what she was, and Roman knew she wouldn’t take the revelation of his true form well. He wanted her to find out when he had already uncovered the truth about her hidden identities. Until then, he needed to keep her in the dark, no matter how difficult it became.

"Once they’re ready, take her friend home, then meet me at Merry Fields. If all goes well, she won’t find out a thing," Roman instructed, his voice calm but firm. He didn’t look at Trevor as he spoke, his gaze still fixed on Tessy.

Trevor let out another sigh, his unease growing. "Why have you been blocking your mind? I can’t reach you," he asked, realizing from his calculations that they would need to communicate via mind link if anything went wrong.

"It’s not blocked. The connection is broken, and it can’t be fixed until the red moon," Roman explained, his tone matter-of-fact. He didn’t elaborate, but the gravity of his words was enough to make Trevor’s eyes widen in shock.

"What?!!!" Trevor exclaimed, his voice rising slightly. "How?"

Before Roman could answer, his phone buzzed. He pulled it out and checked the screen to see a message from Liam: "What is this something that came up?"

Roman’s lips twitched in a faint smirk as he typed a response: "Wifey found out her mother is missing. She needs her husband’s support in such a trying time. I’ll be with you soon." He hit send and slipped the phone back into his pocket, his expression unreadable.

A few minutes later, Tessy decided she had waited long enough. She didn’t know where her father had gone that late at night or why he wasn’t picking up his calls. After speaking to a few neighbors, who claimed to have seen him leave the house that evening, she had decided to wait for him. But seeing how she was keeping Freya, Roman, and Trevor out so late, she decided not to wait any longer.

If it weren’t for her mother’s disappearance, she wouldn’t have bothered coming out that night. But all her efforts seemed wasted, and the frustration was starting to wear her down.

"I don’t think I can wait anymore. Let’s go back to the house," Tessy said to Roman, her voice heavy with frustration. She crossed her arms over her chest, her green eyes clouded with worry.

Roman nodded, his expression softening. He jumped down from the hood of the car and walked around to open the door for her. "Don’t worry too much. Your mother will be found. No harm will come to her, I promise," he assured her, his voice steady and reassuring.

Tessy didn’t respond, but the tension in her shoulders eased slightly as she slid into the passenger seat. Roman shut the door behind her and turned to Trevor.

"I’ll drop you home, Miss Stanford, if you don’t mind," Trevor said to Freya, his tone polite.

Freya flashed him a smile, though her expression was tinged with concern. "Thank you," she said, then turned to Tessy. "I’ll see you in the morning."

"Thanks, Freya, and sorry once again," Tessy replied, her voice tinged with guilt. She hated that her problems had dragged Freya into this mess.

"Don’t apologize until you tell me everything. Goodnight, Mr. Gavriel," Freya said before walking over to Trevor’s car. She climbed into the passenger seat.

Trevor waited until Roman started his car before he did the same. And just like the first journey, he drove at a high speed, though not as fast as before. The streets were quiet, the only sound the hum of the engine and the occasional rush of wind as they sped through the night.

Freya, who had suspected that would happen, didn’t wait for him to tell her before she buckled her seatbelt. Again, she didn’t say anything to him. She observed that he was a skilled driver, but she still didn’t want to distract him. Her heart raced with the adrenaline of the ride, but she kept her composure, her hands resting calmly in her lap.

It surprised her when he pulled up right in front of her house without asking for directions. She glanced at him, her curiosity piqued, but didn’t say anything.

Trevor checked the time after he parked and realized he still had two minutes to spare. He turned to Freya, his expression thoughtful. "You don’t seem to be scared of dying in a car crash. Tell me, is there more to you that I need to know? Do you perhaps have more than one life? Or maybe superpowers?" he asked, his tone light but curious. He had noticed how calm she was throughout the ride, despite the rapid beating of her heart.

Freya laughed softly, the sound warm and melodic. "I’m not Catwoman, if that’s what you’re asking, Mr. Baliante. And I was scared, I must confess. However, I do love the adrenaline rush," she admitted, turning to face him. Her eyes sparkled with amusement, and for a moment, Trevor found himself captivated by her. frёewebnoѵēl.com

"May I know why the hurry, if you don’t mind?" she asked, her tone gentle but probing.

"My boss has to be somewhere, and he has to be there early. It’s a matter of life and death," Trevor answered, his tone serious. He didn’t elaborate, but the gravity of his words was enough to make Freya nod in understanding.

Her expression turned slightly stern, though, as she considered his response. "I understand. But it’s dangerous. You could lose your life driving at such speed. Not just that, you could kill other people as well," she lectured, her tone more scolding than educational. The way she spoke triggered something in Trevor, something he thought he had long buried.

"I know that, and I’m sorry for endangering your life," Trevor apologized, his brows knitting as he lowered his eyes. He looked genuinely remorseful, like a child being scolded for his mistakes. "I deserve a punishment," he added, lifting his gaze to meet hers.

Freya blinked, caught off guard by his words. He looked extremely remorseful, and his sincerity was disarming. "A punishment? Stop kidding," she laughed, but her laughter faded when she saw he wasn’t laughing or changing his expression to a playful one.

"I’m not kidding. You should punish me for being bad and putting your life in danger. I may not learn my lesson if you don’t," he said with all the seriousness in the world.

Freya stared at him, unsure of how to respond. "You want me to punish you," she repeated slowly, as if testing the words.

"Yes," Trevor responded almost immediately.

"Okay... What kind of punishment do you want?" Freya asked, trying to understand what was going on.

"I’ll accept anything you come up with. You can take some time to think about it," Trevor answered, his eyes locked on hers. He was trying his best to keep his gaze on her face and not let it wander to other places.

"Alright," Freya said, a small smile playing on her lips. "I’ll think about it and get back to you. Goodnight, Mr. Baliante," she wished him, then opened the door and stepped out.

"Goodnight, Miss Stanford," Trevor replied, finally letting his eyes feast on her perfect figure as she walked away. He knew she didn’t fully understand what he meant—or maybe she had an idea but wasn’t sure. Either way, he didn’t allow himself to feel regret for saying it.

Since the first day she had stood in his way to stop him from leaving the hospital, he had known he wouldn’t rest until he did this. However, he had been waiting for the right time and for Roman’s issues to be settled before making a move.

He would have waited a little longer, but she scolded him, and her scolding had made him lose all control.