Alpha's Rejected becomes the Lycan's Obsession-Chapter 48: I didn’t do anything

Evening descended over the mansion, painting the sky in soft shades of amber and lavender. Freya tightened the strap of her bag, standing by the doorway as Tessy walked her to the gate. Their conversation was sparse, weighed down by the grief that still lingered in the air.

"Thank you for coming," Tessy said softly, her voice carrying a fragile sincerity.

Freya placed a comforting hand on Tessy’s shoulder. "Be strong, Tess. Don’t let this break you. You still have me and I’m not going anywhere soon. Alright"

Tessy nodded, offering a faint smile. As Freya stepped into the car, Tessy stood still, watching her friend disappear into the distance before turning back toward the house.

Freya had wanted to stay over, but Tessy had strongly opposed it, giving her reason as wanting to be alone for the time being to gather her thoughts and put herself together.

But she alone knew that was not the reason she didn’t want her friend around. She would have gladly welcomed the offer, wanting nothing but a comforting shoulder.

However, she didn’t understand what was going on with her the past few days, and wouldn’t want Freya to witness stuff like that. She didn’t want her only friend to give her looks that suggested she was weird or evil. That would break her.

The walk back was uneventful, her thoughts clouded as she headed for the stairs, her movements unhurried and deliberate. She was halfway to her room when Roman appeared at the other end of the staircase, descending with a confident air.

"You haven’t eaten all day," he remarked, his deep voice breaking through her thoughts.

Tessy stopped in her tracks. "I’m not hungry, Roman."

"You missed breakfast and lunch. I won’t let you skip dinner," he insisted, crossing his arms.

"I said I’m not—" she began, but Roman raised a brow, the determination in his expression silencing her.

"You need to eat. That’s final." His tone left no room for argument.

A resigned sigh escaped her lips. "Fine," she muttered, turning to follow him.

The dining room was already bustling with the quiet clatter of dishes being set. As they stepped in, Tessy’s gaze fell on the table where Williams, Daniel, and Trevor were gathered. The two younger men acknowledged her and Roman’s arrival with polite nods.

"Our condolences, madam," Daniel said gently, his usually cheerful face lined with sympathy.

Trevor bit down on his teeth, stopping himself from uttering any word of condolence, knowing fully well that the woman she was mourning was not dead.

Out of all of them, the only one who didn’t know that fact was Daniel. Like Tessy, he was also in the dark.

Tessy managed a small smile. "Thank you. That means a lot."

While Daniel’s words provided a sliver of comfort, Williams remained focused on the table before him, his head bowed, his attention fixed on something he was working on.

Roman quirked a brow at the guy. "What’s got you so captivated? Found a new toy to tinker with?"

Williams raised a single finger, silencing him with an air of mystery. "It’s not a toy," he said without looking up. "And I need quiet if I’m going to get this right."

Tessy glanced curiously at the object in front of him but refrained from asking questions. Instead, she moved to her seat as the servants began to serve the food. She watched with mild curiosity as Williams pulled two small white balls from his pocket, holding them in his palm like prized possessions.

Her interest piqued, but she said nothing.

Dinner had barely started when Williams sprinkled a powdery substance onto the box that was on the table.

The moment he did, a strange sensation coursed through Tessy. Her chest tightened, her breathing grew shallow, and her brows knitted together in discomfort.

But that was just the beginning.

The world around her seemed to blur as Williams began rolling the two white balls together between his fingers. The rhythmic motion was oddly hypnotic, but it struck a nerve deep within Tessy.

A sudden, sharp pain erupted in her head, forcing a scream from her lips. Grabbing her head, she stumbled back from her chair, her balance wavering.

Roman was at her side in an instant, his strong arms catching her before she could hit the floor.

"Tessy!" he exclaimed, his voice laced with concern. "What’s happening? Talk to me!"

But Tessy couldn’t form the words. The pain was overwhelming, a searing agony that left her disoriented. Roman steadied her, his piercing gaze searching her face for answers, but all he found was confusion mirroring his own.

Williams had stopped rolling the balls, his eyes narrowing as he observed Tessy. The moment he stopped rolling the balls, she calmed, her breaths evening out, though she looked shaken.

A knowing glint laced with suspicion flashed in Williams’s eyes.

"Interesting," he murmured under his breath. He resumed rolling the balls, watching intently as Tessy let out another anguished scream, clutching her head as if trying to block out an invisible force.

Roman’s frustration bubbled to the surface. "Stop whatever it is you’re doing, Liam!" he growled, realizing only now that Tessy’s suffering was related to what Williams was doing.

Tessy’s screams ceased as suddenly as they began when Williams stopped his actions. She pushed herself away from Roman’s hold, her steps unsteady as she backed toward the door.

"Y’all should leave me alone and stay the hell away from me," she said hurriedly, her voice breaking slightly. Without waiting for a response, she turned and fled the dining room, her retreat swift and desperate.

Roman’s eyes followed her retreating figure, his jaw tightening. He turned on Williams, his voice cold. "What did you do to her?"

Williams leaned back in his chair, a serious look settling on his features. "I didn’t do anything, Rome. Not directly, anyway." freeωebnovēl.c૦m

"Don’t play games with me," Roman snapped.

Letting out a sigh, Williams confessed, "Your wife is a dark witch."

"Are you kidding me?"

Williams shrugged, holding up the balls. "These are devices designed to identify dark witches. When rolled, they emit a frequency that affects only those with dark magic. Her reaction just proves she’s got dark magic buried deep within her."

Roman couldn’t believe it. He stared at Williams for a while before silently heading back towards the stairs.