Alpha's Rejected becomes the Lycan's Obsession-Chapter 69: Be guided, sir

The morning sun cast a gentle glow over the city, filtering through the tinted windows of the car as it pulled up to the hospital entrance. Tessy sat comfortably in the backseat, her face lit up with amusement at something Daniel had just said. She chuckled, brushing a strand of hair away from her face as the car rolled to a halt.

"Sometimes I wonder how you come up with the things you say," she said, still laughing as she opened the door and stepped out.

Daniel grinned, stepping out after her, his eyes doing a quick scan of their surroundings. The moment his feet hit the pavement, he slid into protective mode, his posture alert, his senses heightened. Though his steps were silent and unobtrusive, he maintained a position a pace behind her—close enough to step in if needed, yet respectful of her space.

Tessy, unaware of the slight tension growing in Daniel’s stance, continued toward the building. She was in good spirits. A rare thing, these days. The cool morning breeze lifted her mood further, and she looked ahead with purpose as the hospital’s glass doors came into view.

Then, just a few meters from the entrance, she saw him.

Her steps slowed ever so slightly, her smile faltered. There he was—Francis—walking out of the building beside the assistant medical director, Harris. It was like a splash of cold water to the face. She hadn’t expected to see him here, of all places. What was he doing at the hospital? Wasn’t he supposed to be at work?

Tessy’s heart gave the slightest jolt, but she steadied herself. Gone were the days when seeing Francis could unravel her. Those days were buried deep, along with every other foolish emotion she’d once allowed him to manipulate. She raised her chin and kept her smile in place, walking with a grace that belied the small storm momentarily brewing inside her.

Daniel, ever observant, caught the shift in her posture. "Will I stay at the entrance again today, madam?" he asked, already expecting the answer but giving her the courtesy of a choice.

"Of course," Tessy replied, without missing a beat. "I already explained why it has to be like that."

Daniel nodded. No disappointment crossed his face, but inwardly, he wished he had an excuse to stay closer today. Something about the atmosphere didn’t sit right with him.

As they neared the entrance, Tessy cast a polite nod toward Mr. Harris. "Good morning, Mr. Harris," she said with a pleasant smile—then walked straight past Francis as though he were invisible. Not a glance. Not a word. As if he were no more significant than the air she walked through.

Francis blinked, taken aback. His eyebrows shot up as his eyes tracked her retreating form. The lack of acknowledgment stung far more than he’d ever admit. "Tessy," he called, his voice betraying his surprise.

She stopped. Slowly, she turned, her eyes meeting his, calm and unbothered. "Yes?" she asked, her tone dry.

"Am I to assume you didn’t see me here?" he asked, looking at her like she’d just slapped him.

Tessy tilted her head. "Of course I saw you," she replied matter-of-factly, as if that were the most obvious thing in the world.

"You saw me... and just passed? Just like that?" he asked again, clearly struggling to process it.

A soft scoff escaped her lips, sharp and dismissive. "What was I supposed to do? Bow and kiss your feet?" Her voice dripped with sarcasm, each word laced with the contempt she no longer bothered to hide. "Wake up from that dream, Francis, before it turns into a nightmare."

Her eyes lingered on him for the briefest second, cold and unwavering, then she turned on her heel with the grace of someone who had moved on—long ago. Her heels clicked with purpose as she resumed walking, leaving him standing in the shadow of her indifference.

But Francis, never one to be brushed off so easily, wasn’t ready to let her go. Anger, pride—something more desperate—tightened his features. He took a step forward, arm half-raised, reaching out as if to grasp her and make her look at him again. Make her acknowledge him.

He didn’t get the chance.

In one smooth, instinctive move, Daniel stepped in. He slid between them like a drawn sword, body angled protectively, arm rising with quiet authority to block Francis’s reach. His eyes locked onto the man’s with a warning that didn’t need to be spoken—cold, steady, and unblinking.

"I wouldn’t do that if I were you, sir," Daniel said calmly, but there was steel beneath the surface of his voice.

Tessy turned back just in time to see the tension coiling between the two men. She paused, tempted to step in, but decided against it. Let Francis see who she had around her now. Let him understand that he no longer had access to her—physically or emotionally.

Francis’s eyes darted to Daniel, fury rising in his expression. "Who the fuck are you? Get out of my way," he snapped, his voice low but brimming with frustration.

Daniel didn’t flinch. His voice dropped an octave as he replied, "The real question is—who the fuck do you think you are, trying to touch her like that? Be guided, sir. You don’t want to regret meeting her this morning."

Francis’s friend, Mr. Harris, quickly stepped in, grabbing Francis by the arm and tugging him back. "That’s enough, Francis," he said in a low voice, glancing apologetically at Tessy.

Reluctantly, Francis stepped back, his eyes never leaving hers. He shot her one last glare, filled with whatever emotions he could no longer express with words, then turned and walked away.

Daniel watched him go, shoulders still tense until the man disappeared around the corner. Only then did he turn back to Tessy. "Are you okay, madam?"

Tessy nodded, offering him a genuine smile. "Yes. Thank you, Daniel."

With that, she walked into the building, her heels clicking confidently on the marble floor.