Alpha's Rejected becomes the Lycan's Obsession-Chapter 85: Where am I?

Trevor stared in stunned silence at the figure approaching the car from the waterfall. His hands gripped the steering wheel, knuckles white as bone, his breath caught somewhere between disbelief and fear. Roman made it out of the bedrock of chaos.

Only, he didn’t look like Roman—not the towering, proud Lycan King who struck fear in all who crossed him. This man was... broken. Unrecognizable. His tall, powerful frame was covered in grime and blood, large gashes crisscrossing his bare chest and arms, some still oozing. His dark hair hung in thick, matted strands.

He was completely naked, save for the blood and soot that covered him like a second skin. His eyes, though—those burning, blue eyes—still glowed with the same unwavering intensity.

Trevor didn’t say a word. There was no need. He knew what that look in Roman’s eyes meant.

He simply reached over and unlocked the passenger door.

Roman collapsed into the seat, his breath ragged, the injuries slowing him more than he’d ever admit. Trevor immediately started the engine and peeled away from the ruins without so much as a glance back.

Silence settled heavily inside the car. Not a word passed between them as Trevor drove, his jaw clenched, knuckles still rigid on the wheel. He understood the urgency without needing to be told. There was only one thing on Roman’s mind. To get back to Tessy.

Trevor’s eyes darted to the rearview mirror, checking the road, before he made a sharp turn. They couldn’t take Roman to the hospital like this—not covered in blood, naked, and still visibly healing from wounds that would terrify the humans.

"We have to make a quick stop to get you clothes, boss," Trevor announced, and when Roman didn’t object, he pulled into a nearby strip mall and stopped in front of a clothing store. Without waiting, he threw the car into park, jumped out, and ran inside.

Five minutes later, he returned with a plain black hoodie, loose slacks, and a pair of sneakers. He handed them over to Roman wordlessly.

Roman said nothing, just nodded and changed in the back seat, his movements stiff and slow.

While he was yet getting dressed, Trevor slammed the car back into gear and sped toward the hospital.

The drive was fast, the car slicing through the city streets like a bullet. Traffic lights were ignored. Speed limits forgotten. Trevor didn’t care. Neither did Roman. Every second felt like a stone pressing against both their chests.

Finally, they pulled into the emergency entrance. Trevor didn’t even have time to turn off the engine before Roman threw open the door and jumped out. Despite his injuries, he moved with terrifying speed, the raw energy of desperation driving his limbs.

He burst into the hospital, eyes scanning wildly until he spotted the hallway leading to her room. He didn’t need directions, but at that moment, his confusion was making him forget things.

Inside the hospital room, Williams stood over Tessy, his brows furrowed in frustration and panic, his normally composed demeanor cracking under pressure. freewebnøvel.com

Roman didn’t speak to him. He didn’t so much as glance in his direction. He was singularly focused on Tessy.

She lay on the bed, pale and motionless. Her body looked so small, so fragile beneath the white hospital sheets. The sight of her nearly brought Roman to his knees.

He approached slowly, reverently, his heart pounding like a war drum in his chest. Everything else faded. The machines, the person standing beside him, the fluorescent lighting. None of it existed anymore. There was only her.

Without hesitation, Roman reached out and gently placed his hand on her forehead, just as the moon goddess had instructed.

His palm made contact with her cool skin.

For a moment, nothing happened.

Then, a glow began to shimmer in the space between his hand and her forehead. A soft, golden light—pure, pulsing with energy. It wasn’t bright, but it was unmistakable. The air around them shifted, as though holding its breath. The light pulsed once. Twice. Then, slowly, it faded, disappearing completely.

Roman removed his hand, his breath shallow, his heart in his throat.

And then he waited. He didn’t speak, he didn’t move. His eyes were locked on her face, searching for any sign—anything—that the magic had worked. That she was coming back to him.

***

Tessy squeezed her eyes shut, heart pounding like a war drum in her chest. Helplessness wrapped around her like thick, cursed vines—tight and suffocating.

Above her, the hooded man loomed, his dagger raised, its edge catching the flickering light. She didn’t dare look. She couldn’t watch it happen. Her breaths came fast and shallow, her fists clenched tight. All she could do was wait for the pain to come that would mark the end for her.

She was sure it was coming. Any second now, that blade would tear through her, and everything would fade to black.

But then... something shifted.

Warmth bloomed in her core. It started as a flicker, then a surge, racing through her chest, her limbs, her entire body. Even with her eyes shut, it was like staring into the sun. A rush of energy exploded inside her, electric and wild.

And then, light shone forth.

Blinding, brilliant light erupted from her forehead, flooding the room. It wasn’t just light—it was power, unstoppable and raw. Tessy didn’t understand it. All she knew was something inside her had broken free.

The man above her screamed. Around them, the other hooded figures stumbled, crying out, shielding themselves as if the light was fire scorching their skin.

And then it happened—the orb. The cursed orb that had been used to collect her power trembled violently. Cracks split across its surface. A loud hum filled the chamber before it shattered into countless shards. The energy it had stolen from her came rushing back like a dam breaking.

Tessy gasped. She felt complete again, as if she had been raised from the dead.

Power surged through her like a storm—wild and unstoppable. Her fingers twitched. Her heartbeat roared. The vines holding her loosened and fell, not torn or broken, but dead. As if they’d lost their will.

The hooded figures kept screaming.

And then everything fell apart.

The chamber shattered. The walls, floor, torches, even the people around her, all shattered like glass exploding into white nothingness.

When Tessy opened her eyes again, she found herself in a hospital.

Her brows knitted as she blinked against harsh, sterile light. Cold sheets pressed against her back. Everything around her swam in and out of focus. For a moment, she thought she was still dreaming—still trapped.

Her ears caught on to sounds—something metal crashing to the floor. A cabinet slamming shut on its own. Objects groaning and shifting in the room.

But then she saw Roman. Was he in her dream?

He hovered above her, panic written all over his face. His blue eyes were locked on her like he couldn’t believe she was real.

Roman’s expression softened with relief. He reached out, his hand trembling as he cupped her cheek.

"My love... you’re awake," he whispered, his voice catching.

Tessy didn’t answer right away. Her eyes darted around, trying to take it all in. Her lips parted, unsure.

In the corner, Williams stood frozen, his eyes narrowed slightly.

Tessy turned back to Roman. "What happened?" she croaked, her throat dry. "Where am I?"

"You’re in the hospital," Roman said gently, stroking her cheek with his thumb. "You passed out last night."

She blinked again. Her limbs felt heavy, but her mind was racing.

"This... isn’t a dream?" she asked, barely above a whisper. "I’m not dreaming this?"

Roman shook his head. "No. You’re here. You’re really awake now."

Tessy let out a shaky breath, eyes drifting up to the ceiling. It was over. It was real.

Slowly, she tried to sit up. Her body trembled, but Roman was already helping her, wrapping an arm around her for support. She leaned into him, clinging to his warmth.

Her gaze shifted to Williams. "Where’s Daniel?" she asked, her voice steadier now.

Roman turned to the door. "Daniel!"

A second later, a voice called back. "Boss?"

The door cracked open and Daniel’s silhouette appeared, waiting, alert.

Tessy exhaled softly. That was another sign that she was no longer dreaming. The next second, however, her emotions bubbled up to the surface.

Tears filled her eyes. Her lip quivered. And before she could stop it, a sob tore from her chest as she recalled her near death experience.

She collapsed into Roman’s arms, her sobs muffled against his chest, clinging to him like he was the only thing keeping her grounded. Her hands fisted the fabric of his shirt, afraid that if she let go, she’d be pulled back into the nightmare.

Roman stiffened at first, then pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her tightly, his chin resting on her head. One hand rubbed gentle circles along her back as she melted into his embrace.

"You’re safe now," he murmured. "No one’s going to hurt you. Not when I can do something about it."