Alpha's Rejected becomes the Lycan's Obsession-Chapter 56: Who did?

Williams’ phone buzzed, and he picked it up without bothering to check who the caller was. Seated in his large, exquisite office, he had a lot going on in his mind.

"Alpha Williams." The voice echoed, and Williams instantly knew who was talking.

It was the person he sent to dig up information about Jorell’s past.

After everything Jorell told him at the palace, he felt the need to at least know who this mate of his was. If he claimed he had met her before, then there had to be other people who knew about it.

"What do you have for me?" Williams asked, and the guy went ahead to report his findings.

"Alpha, Jorell has cleaned up really nicely. I couldn’t find any incriminating thing about him. However, a servant went missing from his Pack House many years ago, just at the same time he marked Lisa and pronounced her the Luna of the pack. But nobody is willing to talk about it. The ones who were willing didn’t have much information about her."

"Anyone know what she looks like?" Williams probed.

"I couldn’t get that information either. A few people I asked didn’t remember; others were not willing to say anything about her," the informant responded.

Just then, Vanessa, his beta, walked into the office with a severe look on her face, her heartbeat echoing as if she had just run to the office.

"All right. Thank you for the information. I will get back to you shortly." Williams ended the call, fixing his attention on Vanessa. "What’s the problem?"

"Alpha, we just intercepted two of Casper’s men trying to break through the north border," Vanessa reported, and Williams frowned.

Apart from Jorell, Casper was another villain whose only life purpose was to kill Roman. But he was a hundred times worse than Jorell, as he was ready to use—and was already using—every means possible to achieve his aim.

Having just come out of a five years long coma, which no one knows how it came about, he was already on the move, making plans and executing them.

"Where are they?" Williams probed, getting up to his feet.

"Interrogation room. But they look... off," Vanessa responded, her face twisted to fully express what she meant.

"What do you mean, ’off’?"

"I don’t know how to explain it. You will have to come see it for yourself."

Williams was about to start moving out of the office when another presence walked in—one he had sent for and couldn’t ignore.

"Elena," he called her name before shifting his gaze to Vanessa. "I’ll join you later."

Vanessa nodded, already knowing that was what would happen. Elena was a revered personality—one that couldn’t be kept waiting. She was the chief priestess of the entire werewolf community.

She stepped out and left them alone.

"Williams, what was so urgent that you had to send for me instead of coming to me?" Elena asked, seating herself down comfortably on one of the chairs in the office.

She was an elegant older woman who looked to be in her late forties but was way older than that. Her voice was calm and unhurried, carrying with it the wisdom of ages.

"I’ve been away from Luminera for a long time, and I’ve got work piled up for me," Williams explained, sitting back down on his seat at the other side of the large desk, facing the woman. "Vanessa is doing her best in running the pack and has even exceeded my expectations. But the work is too much for only her and Durian to handle. That’s why I had to send for you."

"How is Vanessa?" Elena asked, bringing a look of confusion onto Williams’ face.

"She is fine," he answered nonetheless. "You just saw her a few moments ago," he added.

"I know I just saw her. I am asking you how she is on a personal level," Elena clarified, and Williams’ expression died.

"Not again, Elena. Please."

"Williams, I think it’s time you stop worrying about everyone else and just focus on your problems for once. I watched you do everything you can to get Roman an heir to the throne, even when you knew your efforts had near-zero chance of yielding any positive results. But your throne also needs an heir, and you have given up your chance to get a mate. But all hope is not lost yet. You can still—"

"I’m not ready for that step yet. When I’m ready, I’ll consider all of my options," Williams cut her off, knowing she was only going to repeat all the things she had told him more than a hundred times already.

Elena let out a sigh. "So stubborn," she said before switching topics. "How’s Roman?"

"He’s doing wonderfully well. He has been trying to be his best self since he found his mate, doesn’t wish to end his life anymore, and he’s even smiling now," Williams revealed. "But I’ve seen traces of that beast from years ago, the one that went crazy when his mate died. Should anything happen to this girl, we are going to see a side of Roman we have not seen before. And it’s going to be devastating," Williams revealed, and although his voice was steady, the look on his face suggested otherwise. "You still haven’t got information about the girl’s identity?"

Elena shook her head. "It’s strange. She’s shrouded in a thick darkness I cannot penetrate."

"I guess that’s because she’s a dark witch," Williams uttered.

Shock registered on Elena’s face. "She’s a dark witch?" she asked incredulously.

"Yep. Found out recently using the witch-catcher device."

Elena let out another sigh, a thoughtful expression settling over her features. "What exactly is the moon goddess up to?"

"The prophecy about Jorell getting a mate that will give him the ability to defeat Roman," Williams switched the topic to the one that made him send for her. "Is the prophecy true?" freeweɓnovel.cøm

"It is true. That prophecy came at the time when Roman went feral and couldn’t be stopped. But the time for the prophecy came and passed, and nothing of such nature happened." Elena explained, recalling the horrible events that led theoom goddess to resort to such drastic measures.

"Well, I’m guessing it didn’t happen because Jorell lost his goddess-given mate at that time due to his carelessness and mistake, according to him. But he said he made sure she would be reincarnated and is currently elated because he believes she has returned to him," Williams narrated his encounter with Jorell.

Elena narrowed her eyes until they were mere slits. "No!" she exclaimed. "No, please don’t tell me it is what I am thinking." She shook her head, refusing to believe the picture that was being painted in her mind.

"That is exactly why I called you here. But I don’t need you to think right now, Elena—I need you to find out and be certain that she is the same person. Remember, you said the key to killing him is buried inside of her." Williams spoke, his voice and expression portraying how serious he was about the issue.

"Let’s not jump to conclusions yet. They may be two different people, and Jorell might just be bluffing or believing a false narrative. We don’t know what this key buried in her is yet or how it can be used against Roman." Elena tried to water down the issue, even though deep within her, she couldn’t relax anymore.

"How is Jorell supposed to get this power from his mate?" Elena asked, hoping Williams would have a clue.

"By marking her," Williams revealed, not disappointing the woman.

"Has Roman marked the girl?" Elena threw another question.

"Nope. She doesn’t even know what he is yet. No way he can mark her until he reveals his identity to her. And no way he can reveal his identity until we figure out what going on with her."

"This is bad," Elena pressed her lips into a thin line. After a while, "I’ll put more effort into unravelling the mystery surrounding the girl. Meanwhile..."

She paused for a moment, gauging Williams reaction and contemplating wether to say what she wanted to say or not.

"About Casper," she decided to say it. "I found out how he fell into a coma. You are not going to believe what I am about to say."

"What’s there not to believe? Nothing shocks me anymore, Elena. I have seen things my mouth couldn’t even explain, and I have done things I wouldn’t want to speak out loud. So I don’t think there is anything you want to say that will shock me."

"A spell was used on him—the Sirioni spell," Elena revealed, and a muffled laugh escaped her lips when she saw the shock register on Williams’ face. "I thought you said nothing can shock you anymore. Did this one shock you?"

"How is that possible, Elena?"

"That is the next mystery we are trying to solve. There is only one witch in this world that can perform the Sirioni spell—Marriot Nevana Xander, your mother. And she is late now. So if she did not perform the spell, then there is only one person who can do it—Williams Xander."

Williams let out a disbelieving laugh. "You think I performed the Sirioni spell on Casper? If I had even as much as set my eyes on him, I would have killed him, not just leave him in a coma."

"If you did not perform the spell, Williams, then that leaves us with one question—who did?"