Alpha's Rejected becomes the Lycan's Obsession-Chapter 94: Leaving

Tessy remained on the floor of her bedroom, her back resting against the foot of the bed, knees drawn up to her chest as silent tears traced the same path down her cheeks for what felt like the hundredth time.

Her arms wrapped tightly around herself, as though holding her body together would stop the unraveling of her mind. The video she had just seen echoed in her thoughts like a cruel whisper, one she couldn’t silence.

Her breath hitched with every sob she tried to suppress. The room felt smaller, darker, no longer the sanctuary she once found comfort in, but a cage where every memory now felt like a lie.

Roman’s smile, his gentle touch, the quiet moments they shared in this very room, how could any of it have been real if he had killed her mother?

She couldn’t breathe. The ache in her chest was too heavy to hold. She wanted to ask questions, but she couldn’t. What was the possibility that she wouldn’t get lies as answers?

The betrayal clung to her like a second skin. And Williams... the cold bastard had slapped her mother into unconsciousness like she was nothing. How could they smile at her face every day? How could they sit at the same table with her and pretend nothing ever happened?

Sniffing back a fresh wave of tears, she reached for her phone with trembling hands. Only one name made sense to dial right now.

Freya.

The phone rang once, then twice.

"Tess?" Freya’s voice came through the line, calm at first, but it quickly sharpened with concern when she heard the sound of Tessy’s soft, broken sobs. "Tessy, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?"

Tessy swallowed hard, struggling to form words. "Freya..." she whispered, her voice hoarse. "Are you home?"

"No," Freya answered immediately, her tone now fully alert. "I’m at my parents’ place. Tess, what’s going on? You’re scaring me. What happened?"

"I—" Tessy tried to speak, but her throat tightened with another sob. "I just... I need to leave. I can’t stay here anymore."

"Leave? Where are you going?" Freya asked anxiously.

"I want to come to your place. I can’t be here, Freya. Please, just... I need a place to breathe."

"Of course," Freya said quickly. "That’s not even a question. You can stay as long as you want. I’ll leave here soon, okay? I’ll meet you there."

"Thank you," Tessy murmured, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. "I’ll explain everything when you get back. I just can’t... I can’t talk about it now."

Freya didn’t push. "Alright. I’ll head out as soon as I can. Just get to the house safe, okay?"

Tessy nodded even though Freya couldn’t see her. "Okay."

The call ended, and Tessy sat there for a long moment, the silence settling again. But this time, it wasn’t numbing. It was empowering.

With trembling legs, she stood and walked to her closet. Her movements were slow, mechanical, but with every folded shirt and zipped bag, she felt herself regaining a sliver of control. She packed quietly, methodically, tears still slipping down her face, but her hands no longer shaking.

She didn’t bother taking everything, just what she needed. Essentials, clothes, her journal, and a few small things that felt like hers in a house that suddenly felt like the strangest of places to her.

As she zipped her last bag, Tessy glanced around the room one more time. Everything looked the same, but nothing felt the same.

Her heart was shattered, but her will was starting to piece itself back together.

Something occurred to her at that point. What if they didn’t let her go? But just as soon as the question came, the answer came as well with a confidence she didn’t know where it was emanating from. No one would be able to stop her.

She was leaving whether anyone liked it or not. No way she would spend one more moment in the house of her mother’s killer.

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Downstairs, the silence after Tessy’s scream and accent upstairs was thick and heavy. That single moment had shattered the calm, and now the domestic staff, who had been watching the drama, all scattered like frightened birds. The tension was electric. No one wanted to be in the blast zone of whatever had just happened.

Except for Daniel.

He stood rooted to the spot, eyes locked on the staircase Tessy had just vanished up. His face wore a mixture of disbelief and concern, his brows furrowed deeply. What just happened? Tessy’s voice had been raw, broken, and laced with pain when she accused Roman of something he couldn’t even wrap his head around.

"You killed her... You killed my mother!"

The words echoed in his mind, over and over. What did she mean? And more importantly, why hadn’t Roman denied it? He hadn’t actively defended himself.

Slowly, Daniel turned his eyes toward Roman, who still hadn’t moved an inch since Tessy’s outburst. He stood stiff, shoulders square, jaw clenched, his expression unreadable, eyes distant as though they were staring beyond the walls, deep into a past Daniel knew nothing about.

"Boss?" Daniel called hesitantly.

Roman didn’t respond. His fists flexed at his sides, and his breathing came out slow but forceful. Inside him, a storm raged.

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It wasn’t Trevor. Roman was sure of that. Trevor hadn’t been with them in the dungeon that day. And it wasn’t Williams either. The footage had captured him fully in frame. That left only one possibility.

The woman.

She must have had a camera on her, some kind of hidden device. He should’ve known. The woman had been fearless, far too calm even in the face of death. And she had said something that day just before Williams shut her up. Something he now realized had been a warning cloaked as a curse.

"She’ll soon find out the monster you are and she will leave you... and when she leaves you, someone else will kill her."

His teeth clenched hard as the words echoed in his mind like a gunshot.

This was premeditated. She had recorded it on purpose. She knew exactly what she was doing—manipulating Tessy’s perception even from the shadows. But she wasn’t working alone. That much Roman could feel in his bones.

Who was helping her? Who has access to that recording? Who sent it to Tessy? He needed to know.

Roman turned impulsively toward the stairs, his body already moving to chase after Tessy. He had to explain. He had to try.

But he stopped halfway. What was he going to say to her? That the woman she called mother had planned her death? That he had spared her out of mercy, even after everything?

She wouldn’t believe him. Not now. Not in this state.

The image of Tessy, eyes filled with horror and betrayal, flashed before him again. No, going after her now would only make it worse. She wouldn’t hear him.

He needed a plan.

He exhaled sharply through his nose and turned away from the stairs. His steps were purposeful now, taking him to the one place he hadn’t been in weeks—the underground dungeon.

Answers. That’s what he needed. And he was going to get it. It seemed the people who shattered his life before were at it again and upping their game this time around, but he wouldn’t let them succeed.

The moment Roman disappeared into the hallway leading to the hidden passage, Daniel blinked, stunned.

Then he pulled out his phone and called Trevor.

The phone rang twice before Trevor picked up.

"Daniel? Everything okay?"

"Trevor..." Daniel said carefully, watching the empty staircase. "I need to ask you something, and I need a straight answer."

"Alright," Trevor replied, though his voice already held a trace of worry.

"Did Boss have anything to do with Madam’s mother’s death?"

There was silence.

Daniel could hear Trevor’s heartbeat spike through the phone. It was a short pause before Trevor responded, his voice tight.

"Why are you asking that? What happened?"

Daniel quickly recounted the entire scene—Tessy’s scream, the accusation, her running upstairs in tears, and Roman’s complete silence in response.

In a low, panicked voice, Trevor muttered, "No, no, no. This is not happening."

"What’s going on, Trevor?" Daniel pressed.

"Where’s Boss now?"

"He just walked off." Daniel replied. "And... he looked like he was about to kill someone."

Trevor’s breathing became more erratic. Daniel could practically feel the other man’s panic through the call.

"You didn’t answer my question," Daniel said. "Did Boss really do it?" He asked, but the line had already gone dead.

Daniel stared at the phone in disbelief, his chest tightening at the realization that something was going on in the house, and there might be some truth in Tessy’s accusations.

But when? How? And why? Why would Roman need to kill his mate’s mother, and when the hell did this happen that he didn’t even hear a word of it?