Alpha's Rejected becomes the Lycan's Obsession-Chapter 95: I’ll let you go

Tessy’s footsteps were heavy as she descended the stairs, her luggage clutched tightly in each hand.

Her face was puffy, tear-streaked, her eyes swollen from a long time of crying. Every step felt like a betrayal, yet it was the only way she knew to protect what was left of her sanity. Her heart thudded painfully against her ribs, but she forced herself to keep going, each step a silent scream.

Downstairs, Daniel paced the living room, his mind a whirlwind. When he heard the thump of her bags on the stairs, he looked up, startled, and saw her. A chill ran through him.

"Madam," he said, voice low but urgent, rushing to meet her halfway. "What are you doing with your bags?" He moved toward her.

She paused.

"I’m leaving," she said, voice hoarse. "And you shouldn’t try to stop me."

He stepped in front of her, eyes filled with confusion and pleas.

But Tessy didn’t care at that point.

"Leaving? You can’t just walk away like this. That is a rash decision you’re trying to take at a time when you’re angry. We can figure this out."

Tessy shook her head, tears welling in her eyes again. "There’s nothing to figure out." She said, wiping her tears with the back of her palm as her resolve hardened. "I already saw and heard everything."

Daniel looked conflicted, eyes searching hers, but something inside him still wrestled with doubt.

"I don’t know what you saw," he said cautiously, "but Boss isn’t a killer. There’s always more to the story."

Tessy nodded. "Then let him tell me his side from a distance. Right now, I can’t breathe in this house. I can’t think. I need some space."

"Alright ma’am. Before you leave, can I see the video?" Daniel asked, and Tessy narrowed her eyes at him. "I only want to be sure the video is not doctored." He quickly explained, seeing the suspicion in her eyes.

"I’ll send it to you after I’m outta here," Tessy said to him.

Before Daniel could respond, the atmosphere shifted.

Roman emerged from the hallway, his tall frame looming with a tense energy. He was calm on the outside, but his eyes betrayed the chaos inside. He walked in slowly, eyes locked on Tessy, his voice a low, controlled hum.

"You’re leaving?"

"Yes," she said without emotion.

Roman took another step. "What makes you think I’ll let you go just like that? Hmmm?"

Fire flashed in her eyes. "You want to kill me the way you did to her?"

His face flinched.

"You don’t understand the full picture." He pointed out, his voice calm to the surprise of everyone who could hear him. "And you are not even trying to understand. You just want to run away. When will you stop running away from your problems?"

"I’m not running away from my problems. I’m running away from the cause of my problems!" she yelled.

The room fell into a thick, suffocating silence.

Roman looked at her, really looked at her. The heartbreak in her eyes. The pain. The betrayal. She was shattered, and all he wanted to do was hold her and make it go away, but she wouldn’t let him. And deep down, he knew she needed the space.

"Fine," he said at last, voice quiet but firm. "I’ll let you go."

Tessy blinked, taken aback.

Roman continued, walking past her towards Daniel. "But under one condition. Daniel drives you to there."

"No," she rejected.

"No arguments," Roman said. "He drives you or you don’t leave. You may see me as a monster right now, but despite what you think of me, I still want to make sure you’re safe."

She hesitated, but then let go of the bigger suitcase, brushing past him as if she couldn’t bear to stand close to him for another second. Daniel hesitated too but eventually grabbed the large suitcase.

As they walked out the door, Roman stood by the entryway, watching her back disappear.

***

In the car, the tension was thick. Daniel gripped the steering wheel harder than necessary, his jaw tight.

"I know you’re mad right now ma’am, but I need you to know that there is more to all these that happened. Please don’t shut the door forever. Leave it open, just a crack. Enough to let the truth in when you’re ready."

Tessy didn’t reply. But her grip on her phone tightened, and the tears silently rolled down her cheeks.

And Daniel drove on without a word after that.

***

The house was quiet when Tessy arrived at Freya’s place. Daniel had dropped her off without saying much. While driving, he kept stealing glances at her from the rearview mirror, like he wanted to say something, but didn’t know how to begin. Tessy, however, sat still in the backseat, her arms tightly wrapped around herself, as though holding herself together was the only thing stopping her from falling apart.

When they arrived, she thanked him with a forced smile, barely audible. Daniel watched her with a deepening frown, Not moving to leave even after she walked into the house.

The moment she stepped inside the house, Tessy dropped her bags by the door and leaned against the wall, exhaling a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding the entire ride.

It felt like the whole world had turned upside down in the span of hours. She closed her eyes, feeling the sharp sting return behind them. Her throat tightened. Her chest felt heavy, like someone had placed a rock over her heart.

She staggered into the living room, her eyes glazed and distant, and slowly sank to the couch. Her hands trembled as they clutched the hem of her blouse. Her skin burned, but it was the ache within her that felt unbearable. That ache that came from betrayal—not just any betrayal, but from the one person who had promised to shield her from the world’s cruelties.

She curled her knees to her chest and hugged them tightly. Hot tears slid silently down her cheeks, soaking the fabric of her jeans. She didn’t even bother to wipe them. Crying felt useless now. What she wanted—what she needed—was clarity, but her mind felt like a foggy maze, every thought colliding with another.

Time passed slowly. Maybe hours. Maybe minutes. She couldn’t tell. She didn’t move. Didn’t eat. Didn’t drink. Just sat, numbed by grief and betrayal.

The sound of keys jingling in the lock jolted her. She slowly lifted her head just as Freya pushed the door open and stepped inside.

Freya’s eyes immediately landed on her. "Tess?"

Tessy tried to speak, but no words came out. Freya dropped her purse and rushed to her, wrapping her arms around her without question.

"Oh my God, Tess. What happened? You’re burning up," Freya whispered, holding her tightly.

Tessy didn’t reply right away. She sat still. But then her face crumbled against Freya’s shoulder, and a deep sob escaped her lips.

"Freya..." she choked out. "Everything is falling apart."

Freya felt her own eyes sting, but she kept her voice steady. "I’m here now. Just breathe, okay? I’ve got you."

They stayed like that for a while—no questions, just comfort. Eventually, Freya helped her into the kitchen and poured her a glass of water. Tessy took it with trembling hands.

"Talk to me," Freya said gently, crouching in front of her. "What happened?"

Tessy stared into the water, her voice hoarse when she finally spoke. "I don’t know anymore," she said, grabbing her phone. She played the video, and handed her phone over to Freya. "See for yourself."

Freya’s brows furrowed as she watched the video, her expressions changing slightly with each scene.

By the time the video ended, Freya sat back slowly, her face a mixture of shock and confusion. "Tessy... oh my God."

"I don’t know what to think anymore," Tessy whispered. "I don’t know when all these happened. He didn’t even tell me my mom came to visit."

"Why did your mom go to see him?" Freya asked, confused. She heard something about a letter, and so many other things she couldn’t make sense of.

"I don’t know. I’m confused as hell," Tessy confessed.

Freya reached across the table and took her hand, recalling everything her father said to her. "I don’t know what’s happening, Tess, but we’ll figure it out together. You’re not alone in this."

"Why is my life this messed up?" Tessy asked. "All this time, I’ve been living with someone capable of... of murder. I feel sick."

Freya hesitated. "Do you believe it completely? The video? Could it have been edited?"

Tessy looked at her, eyes glassy. "I don’t know what I believe anymore. But It’s not about the footage. It’s about the way he looked when I confronted him. He looked shocked, as if he didn’t believe I would ever find out."

Freya rubbed her temple. "Jeez... That’s messed up."

Tessy broke down into fresh tears. "Not as messed up as what I’m about to tell you," she said, making Freya wear a confused frown.

"Stop crying, Tess."

"I can’t. I’m pregnant, Freya. I’m pregnant with his child."

Freya’s eyes widened to the maximum. "What?!!!"