Alpha's Rejected becomes the Lycan's Obsession-Chapter 72: Something like that

The first thing Tessy did when she stepped into the house was ask, "Is my husband home yet?" Her voice carried a hint of urgency, though she masked it well behind a casual tone.

"Yes, ma’am," came Cody’s response from the door, a subtle smile touching his lips. That was the first time he heard tessy refer to Roman as her husband and even called it out loud. He was glad there was some progress in their relationship. "He’s in his room." he added, making sure to give her details.

"Perfect," she said with a soft breath, nodding once before turning her attention to Daniel. "I think I’m in the mood for that movie. Set up the in-home theater for me, and I believe you know the exact movie I want."

Without hesitation, Daniel gave a curt nod and set off down the hall, ready to carry out the instruction to the latter. She had already mentioned the movie and asked if he could get it that night, and he had answered in the affirmative.

With the preparations underway, Tessy turned and headed for her room, her heels clicking rhythmically against the polished marble floor. The moment the door shut behind her, her movements grew more deliberate, almost reverent, as though each step she took now was part of a silent ceremony.

She freshened up, then opened her closet and pulled out a nightdress she had never worn. It had been bought during her time with Francis—a time she had done everything possible, followed every online and offline advice, just to get him to look at her with desire. However, she didn’t get it opportunity to wear it then. Tonight, though, she intended to wear it for someone else entirely.

It was a pink satin two-piece nightdress. The top was delicate, spaghetti-strapped, and dipped just low enough to tease without being overt. The lower piece was a mini short that hugged her curves perfectly—snug, flattering, but not tight enough to feel uncomfortable. It was made to be seductive, and tonight she wanted nothing less.

She stood before her vanity mirror, letting her fingers glide through her thick, blonde locks. She tousled it slightly, letting it fall in soft waves around her face. It framed her cheekbones and drew attention to the glint in her eyes. She applied a light layer of gloss to her lips, gave herself a final once-over, and then exhaled deeply.

This wasn’t impulsive. She’d been craving this—craving him—for a while now. Even before her talk with Freya, she’d wanted to have some good, sexy time with Roman. But things had been complicated—her mother’s issue, the unexplained episodes where objects shattered without reason, and Roman’s insistence that he wouldn’t touch her without her explicit permission. That part, especially, had made her hesitate. He had been respectful to a fault, which was noble... but tonight, she didn’t want respect. She wanted passion.

Steadying her breath, Tessy walked down the hall and stopped in front of Roman’s room. She raised her hand and knocked, three gentle taps, and then took a step back, willing herself not to chicken out.

The door swung open sooner than expected, and there he was.

Roman stood shirtless at the doorway, low-hanging pajama trousers hugging his hips, his torso toned, defined and lightly sheened from whatever workout or shower he had recently indulged in.

His eyes met hers, and for a fleeting moment, surprise flickered across his face—though not because he didn’t know who it was. He had already caught her scent moments before she knocked. It was the way she looked that stunned him.

His surprise melted into a slow, sultry smile.

"Wifey," he murmured in a teasing voice, his deep timbre wrapping around the word like silk. "Come to keep me company?"

Before she could reply, he lifted a brow in a playful challenge, one that sent a shiver down her spine.

"Something like that," she replied, her voice light but not uncertain.

Then, with a hint of sass, she added, "But it’s you who will keep me company instead."

Roman’s eyes lit up with boyish delight, like someone whose birthday wish had just come true. "Of course I’ll keep you company," he said immediately. "Your room or mine?"

Tessy chuckled softly. "In the theater," she said.

Roman’s expression faltered for a split second, brows creasing. "The theater?"

"Yep," she said with a smirk. "I want to watch a movie... and I need a companion."

He blinked, then smiled again, a little sheepish but entirely willing. Honestly, it didn’t matter where she wanted him—as long as she did. With her standing before him like this, looking like every fantasy rolled into one, how could he possibly say no?

"Alright, sweetie," he said, backing into his room. "Let me grab a shirt. I’ll be out in a jiffy."

Tessy peeked into the room as he turned away, curiosity getting the better of her. She caught sight of a simple, almost spartan design—dull green walls, minimal furniture. There was a coldness to it, functional and uninviting. For a moment, she was tempted to walk in, to understand more about the man who’d become such a magnetic force in her life.

But before she could act on the impulse, Roman reemerged, pulling a black T-shirt over his head, his hair still a little damp. "Shall we?" he asked.

She nodded, and they made their way to the theater room. Daniel, efficient as ever, was already there, waiting with two bowls of popcorn. Tessy thanked him with a warm smile and took the bowls, handing one to Roman as they stepped inside.

The room was dimly lit, ambient lights lining the ceiling like stars. Plush reclining chairs stretched out before the large screen, and Tessy picked the center seats, ensuring the best view—and proximity.

As they settled in, the movie began, and Roman, after a moment’s hesitation, tossed a few kernels of popcorn into his mouth. The taste hit him immediately. His expression twisted in confusion, then mild horror. He chewed slowly, forcing the bite down his throat, and gave her a sideways glance as he pushed the bowl onto the empty seat beside him.

Tessy stifled a laugh. "What? You don’t like popcorn?" She asked, slightly surprised at his expression after the first bite he had. Then another thought registered in her head almost instantly. "Does yours taste bad?"

"No. It’s okay. I just don’t like it. I think I can do without it," He responded, putting her mind at ease.

When Tessy heard him, she extended her hand in silent demand for the bowl, and when he handed it to her, she kept it on the empty chair beside her. She would switch to that bowl after hers become empty. And she knew that would happen sooner than later.

She turned her attention to the movie, fully aware of what was about to come. She had chosen this particular film with intention. It wasn’t just any random flick—it was one of the most erotic ones she could remember. The kind that didn’t just suggest intimacy but painted it in vivid, arousing colors.

Five minutes in, and the first sensual scene came on.

Roman shifted slightly in his seat, eyes fixed on the screen, but his mind clearly elsewhere.

He shot her the first side glance, but said nothing yet. A few seconds later, another side glance was sent her way.

Slowly, he turned to her, leaned in close, his breath brushing against the shell of her ear.

"Did you pick this movie yourself?" he whispered, voice deep and low. His eyes, however, held slight suspicion in them.

Tessy turned to meet his gaze, eyes glinting with silent mischief. "Mm-hmm," she replied, a soft hum of affirmation, looking away almost instantly.

"Why did you pick it?" He asked again in that same low voice.

"Because it looked like it would be interesting," she responded still without looking at him.

Roman sat back, his eyes flickering between the screen and the woman beside him. Her legs were crossed in a way that made the mini shorts ride a little higher on her thighs. Her top clung to her softly rising chest. The low lights danced across her skin, highlighting every smooth line and curve.

What was she up to? He couldn’t bring himself to believe she wasn’t up to something.

His throat worked as he swallowed, trying to keep his attention on the movie, but another provocative scene soon came on.

Scene after scene played, each more provocative than the last. The soundtrack pulsed low and seductive, blending with the tension in the room.

Tessy’s breathing changed—shallower, slower—and her eyes occasionally flicked toward Roman, only to dart back to the screen.

Finally, after one particularly explicit moment on screen, she leaned toward him, voice calm but heavy with intent. "Are you enjoying the movie?" she asked.

Roman didn’t answer right away. Instead, he looked at her, really looked. His gaze traveled down her body and back up again, as if he were memorizing every inch of her.