Alpha's Rejected becomes the Lycan's Obsession-Chapter 65: I want a professional

Roman swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing up and down slowly. "Should I give you some time to dress up properly?" he asked her, clenching his other arm when the urge to touch her face washed over him with great intensity.

"Dress up properly?" Tessy asked him, her eyes wide with mock confusion as she tilted her head slightly, feigning ignorance. "Am I naked or something?"

"You are dressed in a towel," Roman pointed out, "a very short and provocative one. Are you trying to seduce me?"

""What are you talking about?" Tessy asked, her voice laced with feigned irritation as she crossed her arms. "I was sitting here, minding my business, receiving and enjoying my foot massage, and then you suddenly walk in saying you wanna talk about something important. Now, out of nowhere, you’re asking me to dress properly instead of getting to the point." Her frown deepened, and her eyes narrowed in annoyance. "If you have nothing to say, Roman, then please—just leave me alone."

Roman let out a slow sigh, running a hand through his hair in mild frustration. "I didn’t mean it the way you’re taking it," he explained, his tone softer now, almost apologetic. He wasn’t entirely sure why she was getting so annoyed over what he thought was a harmless comment, and it left him feeling slightly off-balance.

"How do you mean it then?"

"I was only—" he started to explain, but the words faltered on his lips. He paused, reconsidering, then shook his head slightly as he changed his mind. "Never mind," he said at last, his voice low and resigned. He extended the pictures to her, choosing to push aside the storm of emotions tugging at him—both in his body and mind—and focus solely on the reason he came. "Any of them look like the person you saw in your dream?"

Tessy frowned as she accepted the pictures, her curiosity piqued despite the tension between them. She studied the first image—a man she didn’t recognize—and without much thought, moved it aside to reveal the one underneath. The moment her eyes landed on it, they widened in shock, her entire body stiffening as recognition hit her like a wave.

"This one," she said firmly, nodding her head with certainty. "This is him," she repeated, her voice a little breathless as she lifted the paper that held the picture, staring at it as if trying to burn the image into her memory. It was the very same man Roman had suspected—the one whose features bore a striking resemblance to hers. Her grip on the photo tightened slightly. "How did you get this? Who is he?" Tessy asked, her eyes now gleaming with expectation, hope, and a trace of fear.

"The investigation is still ongoing. Since we now know who to focus on, I think it will hasten the process," Roman responded, adding, "Don’t worry, you’re still safe. You’re not going crazy yet," when he saw worry mask her features.

Tessy nodded slowly, a thoughtful look crossing her face before she turned around and walked back to her chair. With a soft sigh, she plopped herself down on it, curling her legs beneath her.

A small wave of relief washed over her as she realized she hadn’t had any more nightmares since the last terrifying one, and there had been no strange episodes—no objects crashing to the ground on their own, no unexplained chaos. For now, at least, things felt a little more normal.

She needed answers, but she was willing to wait for what he and Williams would find out. There was no other person she could tell that exact problem to anyway. freewebnoveℓ.com

When Roman still stood there looking at her with unreserved longing and desire, she proceeded to stretch out her body as if she was extremely tired and let out an "ouch" while she was at it, followed by an "aww" and a groan that suggested she was in pain.

"What’s going on with you?" Roman asked, just as she had anticipated.

"I’m in pains. All my muscles are aching. I need a full body massage. Will you order one for me? I hear you could order mobile massage therapists online," Tessy said.

Again, as expected, Roman’s face darkened instantly. "You need a massage and you want me to call somebody from outside? What happened to my hands?"

"Are you a massage therapist?" Tessy asked. "Do you know how to do it so the muscle aches would be relieved? And have you forgotten that you are not supposed to touch me during this period?"

"It’s just massage," Roman quickly explained.

"It’s just massage?" Tessy probed, her brows rising. "Do you really believe that? You could barely handle seeing me in a towel. What makes you think you can handle touching me without my clothes on?"

He couldn’t, and he knew it. So he wasn’t going to lie to himself. If it were to be another woman, he would have been able to. But this was his mate, the very woman who occupied his thoughts and dreams every minute of the day.

"You know this, and you want me to order a massage therapist to come do what I can’t do? What makes you think another man can handle it? And what makes you think I can handle seeing another man touching you like that?" Roman said, his irritation bubbling up to the surface the more he thought about it.

"It doesn’t have to be a man," Tessy rolled her eyes, but internally, she was laughing her heart out at his reaction. She didn’t know she could predict someone this well. "There are women offering the same service. If you don’t want a man, order a woman."

Roman didn’t object, even though the irritated look on his face remained. He looked to be weighing something or solving a complex calculation in his head, and Tessy let him be.

By the time he was done, he took a step back before turning toward the door.

But Tessy’s voice reached him again. "I want a professional, darling husband. And kindly order a dildo for me as well. I might need it after the massage."