Alpha's Rejected becomes the Lycan's Obsession

Roman did not wait for the car to come to a complete halt before he flung the door open and jumped out, his boots hitting the ground with a heavy and urgent thud.

His body surged forward instinctively, driven by a primal force, his eyes already locked on the familiar terrain of the park that gradually blended into the dense, shadowy forest ahead.

There was no pause, no hesitation, no second-guessing. His instincts screamed louder than any rational thought or strategy, and that was all the motivation he needed to propel himself into the heart of the thicket.

Leaves and twigs cracked and crunched beneath his boots as he barreled through the undergrowth, moving like a force of nature. Each step was driven by a potent mix of adrenaline and a growing dread that coiled like a serpent in his gut.

The air was thick, saturated with the scent of pine, moss, but none of it mattered. What pierced through all of it, what sliced through the haze like a blade, was the faint sound that reached his ears. Low whispers, hurried footsteps, and the unmistakable rustling that only came from people fleeing in haste.

They were off to his left.

Without a moment of delay, Roman veered sharply in that direction. His strides lengthened, his breathing deepened, and his heart pounded with a sense of urgency that nearly stole his breath.

Daniel was not far behind him, his own breathing measured and steady despite their brutal pace, as he followed Roman’s every movement with precision and loyalty. The whispers grew fainter the closer they got, until at last, there was nothing but silence once more. It wrapped the forest like an eerie shroud, heavy and suffocating, a silence too deliberate to be natural.

Roman came to an abrupt halt as his gaze locked onto a figure lying sprawled across the forest floor. It was Freya.

Her body appeared still, her limbs splayed out in different angles like a discarded doll. Her brown hair was strewn across the earth, fanning around her dirt-streaked face, with leaves clinging to her as though the very forest wanted to be one with her.

"Take her to the car," Roman ordered, his voice emerging as a low and guttural growl. There was no room for argument or discussion in his tone.

Daniel did not hesitate. He moved quickly, scooping Freya’s body into his arms with practiced efficiency, cradling her carefully despite the urgency of the moment. Roman did not wait. His mind was elsewhere, already pushing past the moment, already reaching forward.

He closed his eyes for the briefest of seconds, forcing the surrounding noise to fade. He drew in a deep breath, purging his mind of every distraction. His senses flared to life, ears twitching to catch even the slightest sound, his nostrils flaring to track any lingering scent. And then, he caught onto Tessy’s scent.

His eyes snapped open with sudden ferocity. Every muscle in his body tensed like a drawn bow. And then he moved.

This time, he did not walk. He ran.

Branches slapped at his arms and tore at his clothes as he barreled through the thick forest, his legs moving so fast they blurred beneath him. He dodged around tree trunks and leapt over roots with supernatural speed and precision.

While at it, he heard her scream. The sound of it cut through the trees like a razor-sharp knife, slicing through the air, desperate and raw.

His heart nearly stopped in his chest.

The scream rang out again, louder this time and he ran faster. Every fiber of his being burned with purpose. Every instinct, every nerve ending, every cell screamed at him to get to her.

He burst into the clearing like a beast unchained, his feet halting abruptly when he set his eyes on her.

She was lying on the ground, curled slightly, her arms wrapped protectively around her abdomen. Her entire body trembled with pain.

But what turned Roman’s blood to ice was not just the look of agony on her face or the way her body quivered. It was the scent. That overwhelming, iron-heavy smell that clung to the air like a curse.

Blood.

He inhaled and choked on it. His brain refused to process what his eyes were telling him. The white pants Tessy wore were saturated in blood. Dark, vivid red. It was seeping rapidly through the fabric, staining it in wide blotches that grew larger by the second.

"Tessy!" he cried out, his voice cracking with disbelief and raw pain. "Tessy!"

He lunged forward, but was thrown back.

A sudden, invisible force hit him like a battering ram. He stumbled backward, stunned. He tried again, only to be stopped by an unseen wall. His hands reached forward, pressing against nothing, and yet something was undeniably there. A barrier. A shield.

"Tessy!" he called again, slamming his fists against the invisible obstruction. "Tessy, can you hear me?!"

Across the clearing, the witches stood like specters, unmoving and unbothered. Their faces were partially shrouded, but their expressions were unmistakable. They were pleased. They were savoring this.

They stood without fear, because they had already resigned themselves to whatever fate awaited them. They had no intention of running. They had done what they came to do. And now, they stood, silent observers, relishing the sight of Roman breaking. Watching as the great and fearsome Roman fell to his knees, helpless. Powerless. Useless, as the woman he loved died slowly and painfully before his eyes.

"Tessy!" Roman’s voice fractured completely, breaking under the weight of agony. "Tessy, please!"

He slammed his fists into the barrier again and again, yet nothing happened. He looked around frantically, searching for a way, trying to understand how she could be so close and yet unreachable.

"Tessy, fight. Please. You have to stay with me," he begged, barely able to breathe.

Tessy could hear him, but she couldn’t bring herself to respond.

The pain consuming her was absolute. It was hot and violent. It tore through her insides, curling her body into itself, ripping away her strength. But what scared her the most was the blood leaving her, a sign she was all too familiar with. It broke her beyond words.

But she tried.

Her hand lifted weakly, reaching for Roman. Trembling fingers stretched out, though she knew he would not be able to touch her. Still, she reached.

Roman saw her reaching out and something inside him shattered.

He let out a guttural scream and began pounding at the barrier with renewed fury. Over and over. His fists met resistance, but he did not stop. Blood welled from his knuckles, skin split wide, but still, he did not stop.

Trevor and Daniel appeared at the edge of the clearing, their eyes wide with shock as they took in the scene—Tessy bleeding, Roman trapped behind some unseen wall, and the shadowed figures watching from the distance.

But they did not wait for too long.

They joined him immediately, throwing punches, kicks, anything they had at the barrier. Every blow met the same unyielding resistance.

Trevor stepped back after a few minutes, panting, his brows furrowed.

"This is witchcraft," he muttered darkly. He reached into his jacket, pulled out his phone and dialed Williams number.

He transferred the phone to his ear and Williams picked after the first ring.

"I’m close by," Williams said, his voice calm but focused, before ending the call abruptly.

Roman did not stop. His fists were raw, but he kept striking.

"Tessy, hold on! I’m almost there, baby. Just stay with me!" he said, when he noticed a slight shift on the exact spot where he had been hitting continuously.

But Tessy had stopped moving. Her hand fell limply to the ground. Her eyes fluttered closed. Her chest barely rose.

"Tessy!" Roman howled, his voice no longer human. His eyes blazed red, glowing with power and fury barely held in check.

And just then Williams arrived.

The witches faltered the moment they saw him, their faces twisting in confusion and anger.

"What is he doing here?" one of them whispered.

"Ophelia said he would be kept busy, and wouldn’t be able to make it here," another murmured. "Why is he here now?"

"Disperse! Everyone! Now!" barked the one called Jedidiah.

They moved, one by one, melting into the darkness.

Williams approached the barrier, saying nothing. He placed one hand against it and changed a spell.

With a sound like shattering glass, the barrier broke.

Roman rushed to Tessy, and lifted her upper body to rest against his thigh as he looked at her face. Instead of moving any further, he remained in that position, his body vibrating from all the rage coursing through him.

"Hospital Rome," Williams said to him, his eyes and senses scanning the entire place, catching the current positions of the witches who had just dispersed.

"Rome," he called out again when he noticed the guy had not moved. freeweɓnovel.cøm

But when he shifted his gaze to Roman, he clenched his jaws at what he saw.

"Shit! This can’t be happening."