Alpha's Rejected becomes the Lycan's Obsession-Chapter 62: Time to torture somebody

"Do you have plans for tonight?" the message read, and Freya extended it to Tessy across the table. Tessy leaned in, scanning the words quickly before raising an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips.

"You have plans?" she asked in a near whisper, her tone teasing and curious.

Freya let out a soft breath and gave a small shrug. "Gary wants to work things out. He asked to have dinner tonight," she said, her voice low and unsure, as if she wasn’t entirely convinced by the offer herself. Her fingers drummed lightly on the table, betraying her hesitation.

"So you’ll turn this one down?" Tessy asked, her eyes still on the note, clearly intrigued.

"Of course. I don’t even know who he is," Freya replied firmly, though a flicker of curiosity danced in her eyes.

This time, the waitress didn’t leave right away. She lingered by the table, her gaze subtle but expectant, waiting for a response.

Seeing this, Freya sighed and reached into her bag, retrieving a sleek pen. She paused for a moment, then leaned over the table and penned down a response on the other side of the paper, her handwriting neat and deliberate:

Yes, I have plans. I’m sorry, and thank you for the meal.

She returned the paper to the waitress, her fingers brushing briefly against the girl’s tray as she handed it over. This time, determined to satisfy her growing curiosity, Freya kept her eyes fixed on the waitress, watching her every move with quiet intensity.

The girl weaved expertly through the tables, her steps brisk and practiced. Freya leaned slightly to the side, craning her neck in an effort to see past the bustling diners. But just as the waitress neared the far end of the room, she turned a sharp corner and disappeared behind a partition wall, vanishing from Freya’s line of sight.

Freya slumped back in her chair with a sigh, disappointment tugging at her lips.

Minutes later, another note arrived:

How about tomorrow night?

"You are free tomorrow night," Tessy immediately said to Freya, her tone firm and matter-of-fact, giving her no chance to wriggle out of the invitation with another excuse. She leaned in, eyes twinkling with mischief, clearly enjoying the unfolding mystery far more than Freya was.

"Don’t you want to know who it is?" she asked, raising a brow. Her voice carried a hint of playful challenge, as though daring Freya to admit she was curious—even if she was trying hard not to show it.

Freya let out a sigh, penning down another message:

Tomorrow night is fine.

She was about to return the paper but suddenly decided to add to her message:

Can I know who you are first?

She returned the paper, knowing another one would arrive in a few minutes.

And just as she expected, a new note was brought to her:

You’ll know my identity when I pick you up. Tomorrow night, 9 p.m.

When Tessy read the note, she giggled even harder.

"This is so romantic," she whispered, and Freya shot her a frown. freёweɓnovel.com

"What’s romantic about asking someone out without revealing your identity?" Freya threw the question casually, her fork pausing briefly mid-air before she continued eating.

"I don’t know. The suspense, maybe. It’s kinda exciting," Tessy revealed, also chewing on her food. "He said he’d pick you up and didn’t ask for your address. I have a feeling it’s someone who knows you very well. Maybe someone trying to mess with you too. I’m not sure."

Freya furrowed her brows and leaned back in her seat, her mind racing as she tried to think of anyone close enough to her who might be behind this mysterious invitation. She mentally ran through the list of people in her life—friends, acquaintances, even exes—but none of them seemed likely to pull such an elaborate, secretive stunt.

After a few moments of fruitless pondering, she sighed, shaking her head slightly. With no answers surfacing, she decided it wasn’t worth dwelling on any longer and let the thought go, turning her attention back to the food.

***

By the time Tessy arrived home, Ruby was the first to welcome her with a wide smile.

"Welcome back from work, ma’am Tessy," she said with her bubbling voice, and Tessy found herself smiling back despite the exhaustion weighing her down.

"Thank you, Ruby," Tessy replied, letting go of her small bag, which Ruby was already taking away from her. "Hope you weren’t too bored in my absence."

"I was thinking of you throughout, so I wasn’t too bored," Ruby responded. "How was work today? Did you treat a lot of people?"

"Work was fine, Ruby. And I feel very tired," Tessy responded, pushing the door to her room open.

"I’m so sorry, ma’am. I know how to give very good leg massages to help ease tiredness. I used to do it a lot for my grandma, and she always got relief. I can do it for you if you want," Ruby offered, and her eyes showed how much she wanted Tessy to accept.

"I think I’ll like that," Tessy uttered, and Ruby jumped in excitement, making Tessy’s heart flutter. She didn’t know how the girl did it, but her excitement was highly contagious, and her energy was overwhelming. "Do you know how to do a general body massage? I think I’ll need that too."

Ruby’s expression turned down for a moment. "No, ma’am Tessy. I’m not good with that one." Then she brightened up again. "But you can get a professional masseuse for that one. They do offer home service," she said. "If you want, I can get one for you online."

Tessy was tempted to say yes instantly, but a different thought settled in her mind. "Don’t worry. I’d prefer if my husband ordered one for me himself. Is he home?"

"No, ma’am Tessy. Boss is not back yet," Ruby replied. "I can let you know when he arrives."

"Yes, do that," Tessy agreed. "For now, I want to rest and wouldn’t want to be disturbed. I’ll let you know when I’m ready for the leg massage."

"Okay, ma’am Tessy." Ruby gave a short bow before she exited the room. After she left, a sly smile crossed Tessy’s features as she thought about the plan she had in mind.

It was time to torture somebody a little.