Alpha's Rejected becomes the Lycan's Obsession-Chapter 51: What if?

A smile dominated Roman’s features the moment he stepped out of Tessy’s room. The last time he felt so fulfilled and satisfied was the day he married her.

But tonight was different. He felt like he had overcome one of the greatest hurdles in his life. He had just fed Tessy, and she ate without complaining. It was such a small thing. Why did it make him so happy?

He moved down the stairs with a wide grin still plastered on his face as he relished the beautiful moment he just had. But the smile disappeared the moment he made it to the dining room and set eyes on Williams once more. Standing by the doorway and leaning against the doorframe, he fixed his intense, narrowed eyes on Williams.

The latter had his fingers on his chin, wearing a calm expression as he engaged in a staring competition with Roman.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" Williams finally asked, knowing Roman was ready to stay in that position if he didn’t break it, and he wasn’t ready to keep up with the staring competition because he had things he needed to talk about.

"You brought that device here intentionally to hurt my wife, didn’t you?" Roman asked, still not moving from his position.

Williams rolled his eyes internally. "You’re not the first person to get married, Rome," he said, already tired of Roman emphasizing that point. "And why would I want to hurt her intentionally?"

"Because you’ve been suspecting her, and I didn’t give you the opportunity to question or hurt her, so you found another means," Roman explained his thoughts, finally moving toward the trio and taking the seat opposite Williams instead of the one at the head of the table.

"She is a dark witch," Williams started speaking, but Roman cut into his speech.

"She is not."

"Rome," Williams called his name in a tired tone, but Roman cut him off yet again.

"We’re not sure of anything yet, and even if she is, she is my dark witch. Leave her alone."

Williams gave up trying to talk sense into his head. Nothing he would say at that moment concerning Tessy would make any sense to him.

Trevor and Daniel darted their eyes between the two, contributing nothing to the discussion. Trevor was engrossed with his own complicated thoughts while Daniel wasn’t sure how to react to the new discovery.

"I have reason to believe her father has been visiting her in the dream, although his reason was not related to having a daughter-father talk or introduction. He came demanding for his head," Roman revealed, his intense gaze fixed on Williams.

"I’m confused," Williams uttered, legitimately puzzled this time.

Roman narrated Tessy’s dream to him, leaving nothing out. "She started having these dreams after we got married, which makes me believe there must be something terribly wrong with her roots, and my finding her triggered a reaction. I need you to investigate. I need the identity of a witch that looks like her, who was beheaded within the last twenty-seven years."

"Twenty-seven years is a long time," Williams pointed out.

"And I believe Monero has got records of these activities. Find me the information I need. Elena is moving too slowly. I need to figure out why a dead man is visiting my wife demanding for his head," Roman demanded, his tone suggesting he wasn’t ready to change his mind or let the topic go.

Williams let out a sigh, packed up the little device, and headed out of the house, Monero in his mind.

With Williams gone, Roman fixed his gaze on Daniel. "You seem to like my wife a lot, and she is very comfortable with you," he suddenly spoke, making Daniel’s eyes widen.

"Erm... Boss, it’s because I have some knowledge on how to get along with humans. That’s why," Daniel was quick to defend himself.

"No need to panic," Roman uttered, seeing how tense Daniel had become. "It’s good she likes you. That way you can provide her protection when I’m not there. But she must not like you more than me, or else I’ll make you disappear."

Daniel swallowed. Even though Roman was speaking in a light tone, he knew the guy was not joking. He would truly make him disappear if he set his mind to it.

""Also, since you’re very good with humans, you must know the best gift to get for my wife in this situation. Go prepare one for me right away—and make sure it’s something she’ll truly appreciate."

Daniel shot up to his feet without waiting to be told twice, his mind already racing with ideas. His head moved in wild circles as he tried to come up with the best possible gift, something that would not only impress Joan but also please Roman. He didn’t dare get it wrong.

The moment Daniel rushed out, Roman shifted his sharp gaze to Trevor, his tone turning more inquisitive. "You’ve been quiet for a while now. What’s going through that head of yours?"

"Mrs. Curt is still alive as we speak and is still in the dungeon. I don’t understand how she has been declared dead," Trevor finally voiced the thought that had been bothering him, his brows furrowing in confusion.

Roman exhaled slowly, leaning back as he regarded Trevor with a measured look. "Well, thanks to Williams, she is dead," he said in a resigned tone, as if the matter had already been settled beyond question.

Trevor shook his head, his expression clouded with unease. "I have a bad feeling about this," he admitted, his voice laced with concern. "Something doesn’t sit right with me. I feel like this is a wrong move, and we might be walking straight into a trap of our own making. What if she finds out the truth someday? What then?"

"She won’t. Don’t worry about it," Roman dismissed Trevor’s concern. However, he couldn’t help the sudden discomfort he felt at the pit of his stomach at that thought.