Alpha's Rejected becomes the Lycan's Obsession-Chapter 97: Think with a clear mind

"Do you think they will try to attack today?" Trevor asked, checking his phone for the second time since he sent the message. The device would definitely vibrate should he receive a response from Freya, but having waited for some time without one, he decided to check again.

It was rare for her to not have responded. He could see she had read the message. Did she perhaps not believe him? Did she already believe the video? So many questions danced around his head, even as he was thinking of a possible solution to their current dilemma.

He tried not to overthink it, but it was getting harder the longer the silence stretched.

He let out a sigh, trying not to seem too distracted, but his thumb hovered over the screen again.

"In a normal scenario I would say no. But these ones are desperate to bring me down. And desperate people make mistakes. So I’m counting on them trying something stupid today," Roman responded, his expression thoughtful.

The anger and rage on his face a while ago had disappeared, replaced by a calculating look, one Trevor had not seen in a long time. It was that look that meant Roman was no longer acting out of impulse, but reason. And when Roman looked like that—cold and focused—it usually didn’t end well for whoever stood against him.

Trevor shifted his weight, glancing briefly toward the window before looking back down at his phone. Still nothing. His fingers twitched slightly. He wasn’t sure if he was more frustrated by the situation or by the lack of response. Either way, it gnawed at him.

"You don’t think we need another pair of eyes?" Trevor asked, instead of suggesting.

"No. That would be too suspicious. Daniel is enough," Roman answered, his voice firm and leaving no room for argument.

Trevor glanced at him, then looked away. He wasn’t sure if Roman was being cautious or simply stubborn. "Will you tell her the truth?" he asked in a low voice, almost hesitant. It wasn’t just a question—it was a quiet plea for reason.

He knew how bad the situation had become. Lies had piled up too high, and the only way out now was through the truth. But knowing Roman, Trevor wouldn’t have been surprised if he wanted to keep delaying it, keep shielding her a little longer. That was his way—protective to a fault.

But Roman shocked him with his answer.

"Keeping her in the dark got us into this mess," Roman said, his jaw clenched, voice bitter. "Maybe it’s time for her to know everything—and see her so-called mother for the devil she is."

Trevor looked at him, surprised by the change. There was pain in Roman’s voice, but also resolve.

***

Tessy let out a long, tired breath as exhaustion kicked in. Seated on the floor in the living room, she was no longer crying. But her face held deep sorrow and confusion. Her eyes were swollen, her cheeks stained with dried tears, and her entire body slumped in a way that betrayed how drained she truly felt. The silence around her didn’t comfort her—it only echoed the chaos in her mind.

Only now did her brain begin to think of so many things she couldn’t bring herself to do initially. Questions she had buried beneath the weight of shock and grief were now clawing their way to the surface. Why would Roman kill her mother? What was their connection? What letter was she talking about? Why did she go to the house without informing her? Why did she go alone? When did all these happen? Who recorded the video?

Each question felt like a blow, compounding the ache in her chest. Nothing made sense anymore. Not the video, not her marriage, not the complicated feelings inside of her. It was like her world had suddenly cracked open, and everything she thought she knew had spilled out and vanished before her eyes.

She looked up when Freya strode into the living room. The latter paused, furrowed her brows upon seeing Tessy on the floor. Her expression was one of concern, but not surprise.

"Why are you sitting on the floor?" Freya asked, resuming her walk towards the girl.

"The chair made me restless. I’m comfortable here," Tessy responded, her voice low and hoarse. It wasn’t really comfort she found on the floor—it was numbness, and right now, that was easier to deal with.

Freya said nothing for a moment. She looked around the room as if trying to gather something from the atmosphere before lowering herself beside Tessy.

"Can I see that video again?" Freya asked, settling down on the floor without hesitation. "Something doesn’t feel right with it," she added, stretching her hand so Tessy could give her the phone.

Tessy hesitated for a moment. She had watched the video more times than she could count, hoping to find a clue she might have missed. Something to tell her that it was all a lie, that she was overreacting.

But each viewing only brought more pain. Still, she picked up the phone from where it lay beside her and handed it over.

Freya took it gently, her brows knitted in concentration. She opened the video, her eyes fixed on the screen as it began to play. The room was silent again, save for the low sound of the video.

Tessy sat still, watching Freya’s expression, hoping desperately that someone else would see something different, something that would change everything.

Freya leaned in closer to the screen, frowning. She didn’t say anything yet, but Tessy noticed how intently she was watching.

By the time the video ended, Freya let out a sigh. She hadn’t only watched, but had memorized the number of the sender as well.

She would have told Tessy what she wanted to do, but something told her the girl would reject the idea.

Having thought of everything, she had decided to play along with Trevor for now. Her guy feeling told her it was the right thing to do, and she followed it. Something wasn’t right with the entire situation, and although she didn’t know why, she was curious to see where this goes. freewebnøvel.com

"So? Noticed anything?" Tessy asked in expectation when Freya didn’t say anything for a while. Her voice carried a mix of desperation and hope, eyes fixed on her friend’s face, searching for even the slightest change in expression.

Freya remained silent for another second, then handed the phone back. "Call the sender," she said calmly, already reaching for her own phone.

Tessy took the phone quickly and dialed the number, pressing the device to her ear. After a few seconds, she lowered it again. "The number is switched off," she announced, frustration slipping into her tone.

Meanwhile, Freya’s fingers were moving quickly across her screen, her eyes focused.

"What are you doing?" Tessy asked, leaning slightly to see and just then Freya hit send, then locked the screen.

"Trying to track the number, but I’m not getting anything." Freya responded, dropped her phone and faced Tessy fully. "Listen baby girl, I’m not sure what is going on, but I need you to think with a clear head. The video never showed where Roman killed your mother. You only believe that because of the first message. I believe that message came first to condition your mind to think only of the worst. We have to investigate and be sure before concluding so we don’t dance along to someone’s evil tune." Grace advised, and a frown settled on Tessy’s face.

"You sound like their lawyer," Tessy uttered, unable to help it as that was the first thing that registered in her mind despite the truth in the words.

"This video only contains clips of whatever happened in that office that day. What happened to the full video and why did the person who sent this decide to show only parts of it?"

That was part of the questions in Tessy’s head. But her anger and pain had not let her dwell on it for long.

"What if the person does not have access to the full video?" Tessy asked back, again trying to come up with an excuse to validate her pain and anger.

"How did they get access to parts of it? If you watch closely, the video seems to be recorded by your mom. She must have sent it to someone, so whoever sent this video to you definitely has the full video," Freya pointed out.

Tessy couldn’t respond. She couldn’t deny that Freya was right.

"Let us first find out why your mum was there in the first place. We can piece the other information togegher..." Freya trailed off when Tessy’s phone buzzed, signifying she had received a new message.

She first thought it was Roman trying to reach out to his wife, but when Tessy’s brows knitted after she read the message, she knew something else was up.

"What is it?" She asked, her curiosity spiking.

Tessy didn’t respond. She turned the screen of the phone so Freya could read the message.

’If you don’t believe me, I have more proof. Come to Jubilee Park tonight by 11pm. You’ll see for yourself who your husband really is. Come alone.’