Alpha's Rejected becomes the Lycan's Obsession-Chapter 96: Should she? Should she not?

Trevor drove back to the house, worry etched deeply across his face and weighing heavily on his heart. He had known something like this would happen, had felt it brewing for some time now.

The unease had lingered in his chest, gnawing at his instincts, but Roman had dismissed it as nothing serious. Still, Trevor had remained on edge.

Now, he didn’t have all the details yet, but Daniel’s mention of Tessy’s mother was enough. If she was involved, then whatever had happened wasn’t just a minor incident—it was serious, dangerous even. Trouble was coming, and Trevor could feel it closing in.

When he arrived at the house, Trevor found Roman seated quietly in the living room, his expression unreadable. That alone made Trevor frown.

The entire house was calm—too calm. There was no thick, poisonous aura of anger or chaos choking the atmosphere as he had expected. That in itself was strange. It felt almost as though nothing serious had happened at all.

If not for Daniel’s urgent call, Trevor’s heightened sensitivity to danger, and the distant, tight look on Roman’s face, he might have believed everything was fine.

But Trevor knew that this calm was even more dangerous than when the Lycan was fuming.

"What happened, Boss?" Trevor asked in a low, cautious voice, slowly approaching Roman and settling into the chair adjacent to him. He kept his tone measured, knowing Roman’s moods could swing wildly when provoked. "Daniel called me and said something about Madam’s mother and some video."

Roman let out a dry, humorless laugh, his fingers tapping restlessly against the armrest. "The damned omega had a hidden camera that day," he growled, eyes flashing with rage. "She recorded everything without anyone knowing. And now, the video has surfaced, deliberately edited to twist the narrative and drive a wedge between me and Tessy." He paused, his jaw clenched tightly. "Isn’t that clever?" he asked, but there was no admiration in his voice. There was only fury. The look in his eyes was unhinged, a dangerous blend of pain and vengeance. Trevor sat straighter, knowing that someone was about to pay dearly for this damage.

"Did you get the number that sent the message?" Trevor asked, already reaching for his phone, his fingers moving swiftly in anticipation of tracing it.

"I couldn’t get it before Tessy left," Roman replied, his voice lower now, a flicker of pain flashing in his eyes. He clenched his fists, frustrated with himself.

In that moment, he hadn’t thought of tracking the sender. He had been too torn between holding her back for her safety or letting her go to avoid hurting her further.

"Left?" Trevor asked in shock, his eyes widening as he sat forward. "Madam has left the house?"

Roman heaved a long sigh. "She walked away with her belongings, said she needed space. She’s at Freya’s place currently." His voice cracked slightly, and Trevor clenched his jaws before giving a nod.

His fingers searched swiftly through his contact list until he found Freya’s number. Without hesitation, he began typing a message, his mind already working through a dozen possible outcomes.

"Did you question Mrs. Curt?" Trevor asked carefully, his voice low. He wasn’t sure what to expect, and a part of him genuinely hoped the woman was still alive.

Knowing Roman, especially in this state, he might have already snapped. If he’d found out she was the mastermind behind planning and executing such a scheme, she wouldn’t stand much of a chance.

"I did," Roman replied, his tone clipped, jaw tight. "But she didn’t say anything useful." He paused, eyes narrowing. "I had to walk away before I did something I’d regret." His voice was cold now, edged with restrained violence as he recalled his encounter with Mrs Curt in the dungeon.

The moment the woman set eyes on him, the first emotion that flickered across her face was confusion—brows furrowed, lips parting slightly in surprise. But as her gaze lingered on him, her expression shifted. Realization slowly dawned, followed by a gleam of triumph, and finally, satisfaction curved her lips into a mocking smile.

"If you’re here, oh mighty king of werewolves, looking like this," she sneered, gesturing at his tense stance and stormy eyes, "then it only means my dear daughter has already found out what you are... right?"

She didn’t wait for a response. Before Roman could speak, a sharp, hysterical laugh burst from her lips. It echoed around the cell as her body trembled with unrestrained glee.

"I told you," she choked out through her laughter. "There was no way you would find happiness. Not with her. Not with anyone. It was only a matter of time." She leaned forward, her eyes glittering with malice. "And soon enough, we’ll be rid of you as well."

Her laughter rang louder, venomous and victorious, as Roman stood with clenched jaws and fists, holding himself back because her audacity was driving him insane coupled with the state of his mind at that time.

He already knew she wouldn’t say anything. The bitterness in her eyes, the smug twist of her lips, it all told him what he needed to know. But still, Roman asked the question. He had come there with a purpose, and he wouldn’t leave without saying what needed to be said.

"You still have a chance to redeem yourself," he said, his voice cold and measured, though laced with restrained fury. "You only have to tell me who you’re working with."

For a heartbeat, silence filled the cell. Then, Mrs. Curt’s laughter erupted again, louder, crueler, as if his question amused her deeply. Her whole body shook with the force of it, her eyes gleaming with malicious delight.

"You are so dumb for someone who’s supposed to be a king," she sneered, her tone dripping with venom. "Do I look like someone in need of redemption? Redemption is for the guilty. For people like you, but no matter how hard you try, you will never get it. I don’t regret anything."

She leaned forward slightly, her voice dropping to a venomous whisper. "Make sure you come back here after she’s been killed—after your beloved Tessy breathes her last. Then kill me yourself. I want you to look into my eyes when you do it, so I can laugh in your face one last time before I die."

Her face twisted with deep hatred and bitterness, and Roman’s fists clenched at his sides. It took everything in him to turn and walk away.

***

Freya stood by the window, her fingers lightly clutching the curtain as her gaze remained fixed on the car parked a short distance from her house. Daniel was still seated inside, unmoving, as though he were waiting for Tessy.

She couldn’t understand why he hadn’t left yet. Part of her wanted to go out and talk to him, but a larger part urged her to stay hidden, to sort through the mess in her mind first.

Her heart was a whirlwind of confusion, her thoughts chasing themselves in dizzying circles. Nothing made sense anymore. Her father’s words echoed in her mind, stern warnings laced with fear. She could still see the haunted look in his eyes as he begged her to stay away from Trevor and the others, to be careful.

At the time, it had seemed excessive. Paranoia, even. But now? With everything happening to Tessy and the unsettling video that had surfaced, Freya wasn’t sure anymore.

Could it be true? Could they really be involved in something dark, something diabolical? Or was this an elaborate plot, a malicious scheme designed to tear them apart?

Her chest tightened with dread. The video had shaken her, but so had the timing—too convenient, too well-placed. Was someone deliberately trying to paint a false picture, to destroy what little peace remained?

She stepped back from the window, arms wrapping around herself. Doubt gnawed at her, and fear whispered in her ear. For the first time in a long while, Freya wasn’t sure who the real enemy was.

She hoped for a sign. Something to lead them in the right direction. And just then, her phone buzzed. Checking the device, she saw it was a message from no other but Trevor, the man in the midst of the confusion.

’Hello, Freya, I believe you’re fine. If you’ve seen that video, I want you to know it is a doctored video. Please don’t take any sides yet. There is more to the story. I need the number of the sender so we can launch an investigation. I hope you can help with that.’

Freya read the message again, and couldn’t understand why her heart was beating fast as she read it.

She had just asked for a sign to help them in the right direction and this came in. Was this the sign? Should she cooperate? Should she not? Would she be helping if she cooperates or would she be putting another life in danger, one who was trying to make them see the truth?