Alpha's Rejected becomes the Lycan's Obsession-Chapter 64: My legs are tired

The moment Roman walked into the house and saw Williams seated in the living room with his legs crossed, he knew instantly that something was up.

Williams might have looked as relaxed as ever, like a man without a care in the world, but Roman had known him long enough to recognize the signs. The unsettling calm, the forced composure, and most telling of all—the wild glint dancing in his eyes. That crazy look already gave Roman a hint that whatever was coming wasn’t going to be simple or pleasant.

"What planet is about to fall this time, Liam?" Roman asked with a raised brow, pausing his advance upstairs and turning back to join Williams on the couch. His tone was teasing, but his curiosity was piqued.

"The very one we are living in," Williams responded flatly, his expression dead serious. Roman let out a hearty laugh, the kind that echoed through the room, momentarily cutting through the tension in the air.

"It better wait until I find a safer planet for my wife before it falls," he answered with a grin, his voice laced with sarcasm and amusement.

Williams shot him a sharp, stop-talking-nonsense look, his brows furrowed in exasperation, which only made Roman laugh even harder, thoroughly entertained by the guy’s reaction.

"I got the information you asked for," Williams spoke in a serious tone, his voice low and steady, the weight of his words slicing through the light mood like a blade. His tone successfully pulled Roman out of his playful mode, the humor in his eyes vanishing in an instant.

Like a switch that had been flipped, Roman’s expression shifted into something cold and calculating, making it almost impossible to believe he was the same man laughing heartily just seconds ago.

"These are the only three people that fit into the description of the person you’re looking for," Williams said, his voice firm as he reached into the folder beside him. He carefully spread three pictures on the side stool between them, each one printed on crisp paper and bearing the face of a blond, green-eyed male, their features eerily similar.

But one of them instantly caught Roman’s eyes, drawing his full attention like a magnet. He had strikingly similar features to Tessy—so much so that it made Roman’s breath hitch for a moment. The most uncanny resemblance was in their eyes—those piercing green orbs that seemed to hold the same intensity and depth as Tessy’s.

"All three were beheaded unofficially within the last twenty-seven years, but the cause of the beheadings and the identities of those responsible are still unknown," Williams continued, his tone growing more serious. "I’ve already assigned Edwin and another trusted person to begin investigating the matter, but I can’t give you a specific timeline for when we’ll have tangible results. It could be today, next week, a month—hell, it might take longer. There’s no way to tell."

"Shut up, Liam," Roman said, his face already set in a deep frown, recognizing the playful intent behind Williams’ words. He knew Williams was deliberately dragging out the details to annoy him, and it was working. His patience was wearing thin, but he was doing his best to keep his composure.

Williams smirked knowingly, clearly enjoying the shift in the atmosphere, and smoothly changed the subject. "There’s something else we need to talk about," he said, his tone more serious now. "It has to do with Jorell and Casper." His words hung in the air, signaling that whatever came next was important.

"Save it for now," Roman said, his voice firm and his focus narrowing. He grabbed the pictures from the stool, his fingers gripping them tightly as his gaze shifted back to Williams. "Let me find out which of these bastards have been visiting and chasing my wife in her dreams." He stood up with determination, his mind already shifting gears, intent on dealing with the immediate issue at hand before addressing anything else.

"Rome, this is important," Williams revealed.

""I didn’t say it wasn’t," Roman replied with a sharp tone, his voice carrying a hint of impatience. "I’ll be back. One issue at a time." He uttered his response without missing a beat, not slowing his pace for a second as he hurried up the stairs. His mind was already consumed with thoughts of Tessy, and the weight of the matter at hand only spurred him to move faster.

He was relieved that there had been some progress regarding Tessy’s issue, even though the full picture was still far from clear. The fact that there was any movement at all gave him a glimmer of hope, something he desperately needed. He couldn’t wait to unravel the mystery behind her hidden personalities and abilities, eager to understand what had been kept from her for so long. Each new piece of the puzzle only deepened his determination to uncover the truth and ensure her safety, no matter the cost.

When he arrived at her door, his frown deepened as he noticed the soothing scent of lavender that had been lingering in the air since he started climbing the stairs. It was stronger now, as if it was coming directly from her room. His curiosity piqued, he paused for a moment, trying to make sense of it. He knocked on the door twice, the sound echoing slightly in the quiet house, and then waited, his hand resting on the doorknob, for her response.

Tessy was almost half asleep when the knock reached her ears, the rhythmic sound pulling her from the peaceful haze she had begun to drift into. The magical work Ruby was performing on her leg, combined with the calming and fragrant scent of lavender filling the air, had created an atmosphere of deep relaxation. It was a sensation she hadn’t felt in a long time, a rare moment of serenity in the chaos that often surrounded her. The soft pressure of Ruby’s hands, working on her tired muscles, and the quiet peace of the room lulled her into a sense of tranquility she desperately craved.

"Who’s there?" she asked in a loud enough voice for whoever was outside to hear.

"It’s your darling husband, of course. Open the door," Roman’s voice reached her ears, the playful tone in his words making Ruby giggle softly.

Tessy rolled her eyes in mock annoyance, but she couldn’t help the smile that tugged at the corners of her lips. His voice, always full of confidence and that certain charm, never failed to evoke a reaction from her, even in moments like this when she was trying to unwind. freewebnøvel.coɱ

"Come in," she said, knowing the door was not locked from the inside.

Roman opened the door and stepped in, only for his nose to be assaulted with the strong smell of lavender, mixed with her scent and the scent of another.

In what felt like a second, he darted his eyes around, trying to catch sight of where the scent was coming from, but the distracting view before him disagreed with that mission. So he fixed his eyes on the view, his grip around the pictures growing tighter.

Tessy in a towel, which covered only up to her mid-thigh, her exposed leg outstretched and glistening even under the dim lighting, was not one view he was expecting to see at that time or anytime soon.

"Welcome, boss," Ruby greeted him, lowering her head.

""Thank you," Roman responded without sparing a glance at Ruby, his eyes remaining firmly fixed on Tessy, the woman who had completely captured his attention. His tone was commanding and distant, as if nothing else in the room mattered in that moment. "Wait downstairs. I want to speak with my wife alone," he added, his voice firm but not unkind, the command clear in his words.

Ruby didn’t wait to be told twice before she carefully dropped Tessy’s leg on the stool and walked away from the room, leaving them alone.

"How was work?" Tessy asked Roman, not moving from her position.

Roman didn’t move from where he stood close to the door, his brows furrowing as he wondered why she was asking him that. She had never asked him about work in the past.

"Work was fine," he finally answered, taking two steps further into the room. "What is giving out this scent? And what’s wrong with your leg?"

"The scent is from the candles, and my legs are tired. Ruby was giving me a massage," Tessy responded, finally pushing herself off the chair and purposely adjusting the towel around her chest.

Roman looked her over, the raw hunger in his eyes unmistakable and unhidden, even to Tessy. She almost lost her composure, but she quickly forced herself to focus on the duty at hand.

Coming to stand before him, she looked him in the eyes, summoning all the innocence she could into that one look. How she was even getting the confidence to put her act into play was unknown to her.

"You said you wanted to talk to me. What did you want to talk to me about?" Tessy asked, her voice holding an alluring edge to it.