Alpha's Rejected becomes the Lycan's Obsession-Chapter 89: Spending the night with you

Two hours had passed since Freya arrived at her house. The quietness of her apartment had gradually begun to feel familiar again as she settled in, curled up in the warm cocoon of her throw blanket with a bowl of popcorn in her lap and a romance movie playing on the television.

The flickering images on the screen reflected softly on her skin, but her attention wavered. Her thoughts had been scattered since she got back, constantly drifting back to Tessy and the chaos of the day. She hadn’t been able to relax, not fully.

Suddenly, the sharp buzz of her phone jolted her back to the present. Her hand reached instinctively for it, flipping it over on the couch cushion beside her. A message notification lit up the screen, and when she unlocked it, her heart gave a tiny lurch.

It was from Trevor.

Sorry dear. I couldn’t take your calls because I was completely occupied. I believe you arrived home safe.

Freya’s lips curved into a small smile as she read the message. A gentle warmth crept into her chest, replacing the earlier tension she’d been nursing. Now that she knew Tessy was fine, that she was being looked after and safe, she could finally let go of the tight coil of agitation that had wound itself around her all evening.

She had called Trevor’s phone countless times earlier, each ring met with silence and no response. Her desperation had been solely driven by the need to know where Tessy had been taken, what hospital she was in. But he hadn’t picked up, not once. Now, though, his message made it clear—he’d been occupied.

Her fingers flew over her screen as she typed her reply.

It’s fine. I understand. And yes, I arrived home safe. Thanks for asking.

She hit send and gently dropped the phone back onto the cushion beside her. Her hand returned to the popcorn bowl as she shifted her focus back to the television, the rustling sound of kernels brushing against each other soothing in its own way. She let the movie absorb her once again.

But it didn’t take long before her phone buzzed again.

She picked it up curiously and saw his new message.

How do I make it up to you?

A soft chuckle escaped her lips before she could even think to stop it. She shook her head lightly. "There’s nothing to make up for," she whispered to herself. It was just a few missed calls. That was all. It wasn’t a big deal.

Still, she found herself lingering on the question, chewing thoughtfully on a kernel of popcorn as she debated what to say. She didn’t want to come off as dismissive. An idea began to form at the back of her mind, unbidden, playful.

Before she could second-guess herself, her thumbs danced across the keyboard.

An apology kiss the next time we see will definitely do.

She hit send and immediately froze, her eyes going wide as the realization of what she’d just done hit her. Was that too forward? Too bold? Her heart skipped, and for a second, she considered unsending it.

Her phone buzzed almost instantly.

That means I’ll be seeing you earlier than I had already planned. Rest well.

Freya exhaled softly, lowering the phone again, her lips tugging into a smile that bloomed slowly but surely. She leaned back into the couch, letting her head fall against the cushion as she closed her eyes for a brief moment.

"This could work out," she whispered to herself.

She had always admired Trevor from afar—his quiet authority, his presence, the sharp intelligence in his eyes—but she’d never allowed herself to act on that admiration. Not with all the rumors circling around him.

But since fate had pushed them into each other’s orbit and she had gotten the chance to see him for herself—just a little—she was beginning to struggle with believing those rumors anymore. They didn’t quite fit the man she was getting to know.

Just as she was turning her gaze back to the television, her phone rang again. This time, it wasn’t a message. It was a call. The screen lit up with the name she hadn’t expected to see—Dad.

Her brows creased in confusion as she sat up straighter and picked up the call, pressing the phone to her ear.

"Hey, Dad?" she said, her voice laced with curiosity and concern.

"How are you, my princess?" her father asked, his voice as warm and familiar as always.

"I’m all right, Dad. Is something wrong?" she asked, her worry creeping in again. Why would he be calling her at this hour?

"Why? Does something have to be wrong before I speak to my daughter?" her father countered, and Freya sighed.

"That’s not what I mean. It’s just that... you never call this late," she explained gently.

"Do you have work tomorrow?" he asked, dodging the concern in her voice.

"I’m off tomorrow. Until Friday," she responded, her curiosity deepening.

"Perfect. Then you should come home tomorrow. There’s something very important we need to talk about," he said, and Freya’s heart skipped a beat.

***

Roman stepped out of his room, his movements fluid and composed as always. He had just finished freshening up, a clean set of clothes now clinging to his tall frame as he adjusted the sleeves of his shirt with practiced ease. His hair was slightly damp, strands falling against his forehead, giving him a look that was both rugged and dangerous.

His intention was simple—go see Tessy. She’d been through too much. He needed to check on her. Make sure she was still all right. But just as he turned to head down the hallway, he paused, catching sight of Williams moving toward him from the opposite direction.

The two men met eyes and Roman lifted a brow in silent question, his instincts already sensing the gravity in the other man’s expression.

"I just received information right now that Bloom River Pack is under attack," Williams reported without preamble, his voice low and firm. "And the people attacking are Casper’s minions."

A shadow passed over Roman’s face as a small frown tugged at his features. The name Casper always brought trouble.

"No news on Charlotte yet?" Roman asked, his voice barely above a murmur.

Williams shook his head. "No news. But my men are still on it. They’re still searching for her."

Roman exhaled through his nose and tilted his head, eyes narrowing slightly. "So, you’re here to tell me you’re leaving? That’s new. You never tell me you’re leaving before. You just leave whenever you feel like it. What changed?" Roman’s lips quirked into a playful smile, trying to lighten the air just a bit.

"I didn’t come to inform you that I’m leaving," Williams responded, rolling his eyes with mock annoyance.

"I came to remind you that you have a dark witch living in your house—one who doesn’t know how to control her powers. Some of her abilities are still trapped inside her, and I assure you, they are very dangerous ones. She needs to learn how to control them, Rome. Else, she’s going to be a danger to herself, to the people around her, and to her unborn child."

Roman’s expression shifted, the weight of Williams’ words settling on his shoulders.

"Are you suggesting I bring her to Luminera?" Roman asked, already knowing the answer.

"Elena can help her," Williams confirmed. "But you can’t come with her."

Roman’s face darkened immediately. "You expect me to release my pregnant wife to Luminera and not go there with her? Stop suggesting impossible things, Liam."

"She will be with Elena," Williams said calmly.

"I don’t care. It’s either I go with her, or Elena comes here to do whatever she needs to do," Roman snapped back, his tone unyielding.

"You know that Elena cannot leave Luminera," Williams pointed out again.

"You heard me, Liam. It’s either I go, or she comes. No other way around it," Roman insisted, his jaw clenched tight.

Williams let out a long, frustrated sigh, running a hand over his face. "Fine. I’ll ask Elena if she can make any fresh arrangements," he relented.

"Is there a possibility of what happened yesterday repeating itself?" Roman asked then, his tone grim.

"No. The shard that Selene gave you has disconnected the dream link. They can’t summon her anymore unless they meet her physically and get her blood," Williams replied.

Just then, the door to Tessy’s room creaked open and she stepped out, her eyes slightly hazy. She paused when she saw the two men standing beside Roman’s door, both looking as if they were in the middle of a serious conversation.

The moment her door opened, both men turned their attention toward her. Williams remained where he stood, but Roman, without a second thought, crossed the space between them in long, swift strides.

His eyes searched her face, catching the hint of weariness that lingered in her gaze.

"You should be sleeping? Is something wrong?" he asked, voice softening as he reached her.

She shook her head. "Nothing is wrong. I just couldn’t sleep," she answered, looking into his worry-laden eyes.

"I think it’s because you slept for a long time. Your body doesn’t feel it needs to sleep just yet," Roman explained, his voice steady and comforting.

She nodded in agreement—it was exactly what she had thought too. Her eyes flicked toward Williams, and as if he had anticipated it, he moved at that very moment toward the staircase, heading downstairs without saying a word.

"Were you going somewhere?" Tessy asked, turning her gaze back to Roman.

"Yep," Roman replied, the corners of his lips twitching slightly. He gently reached for her hand and entwined his fingers with hers, warm and reassuring. "I was on my way to see you," he said, guiding her gently inside the room, "I’m spending the night with you."