Alpha's Rejected becomes the Lycan's Obsession

For a brief moment, Tessy forgot all of her troubles as her eyes feasted on the unbelievably handsome being who had just walked into the house. He stood by the doorway, his mesmerizing blue eyes fixated on her, as if she were the only person in the room.

Nothing could have prepared her for that sight. This was the same man from the hospital—she could tell. But how was he now looking a hundred times better than he had just a few hours ago?

It couldn't be the clothes. He was dressed too simply for his attire to account for the transformation. A plain sky-blue shirt and black pants shouldn't have been enough to make him look like he'd stepped out of a dream. Moreover, the change wasn't just physical. The aura surrounding him was overwhelming—strong, intimidating, yet strangely alluring. It was dark, magnetic, and impossible to ignore.

She didn't know how she noticed these things. On a normal day, she wouldn't have paid attention to such details. But the moment her eyes met Roman's, she felt it all—every nuance of his presence, every ripple of his energy.

The bubble burst when she heard his voice and his words. He had the kind of voice that made it easy to obey his every command, but his words sent a wave of confusion crashing through her mind and everyone else in the room. Did he just call her "wife"?

"Huh???" Freya couldn't stop her voice from expressing her confusion. Her utterance successfully drew Roman's attention, and he shifted his gaze to her.

"Ah… It's the friend who wants to discuss payment terms," Roman said, flashing her a wide smile.

At that moment, it all came rushing back to Freya. She realized he was the "cute guy" who had been staring at Tessy in the restaurant.

"Freya, right?" Roman asked, but she couldn't respond. Roman chuckled. "She's too stunned to answer. Don't worry, I'm here to rescue her, and I don't require any payment for it. Now, if you'll excuse me, your friend needs my attention." He turned away from Freya and faced Tessy. "Hello, wife."

"I am not your wife," Tessy shot back instantly, without hesitation, despite the guilt gnawing at her insides.

"You're not?" Roman looked taken aback, but the expression lasted only for a second before a mischievous smile replaced it. "Of course, you're not my wife… yet. But you will be in a few minutes. Get the priest, Trevor," he ordered.

"Yes, boss," Trevor gave a curt nod and turned toward the door. However, he hesitated and turned back to Roman, his face etched with worry.

"Relax, Trevor. I'm in a good mood. No one's going to die tonight. It's my wedding night. Not that I mind, but my bride might not like it," Roman said, already reading Trevor's thoughts and emotions despite the fact that he was facing away from him.

At those words, Trevor relaxed a little. He started walking toward the door again, only to halt once more when his name was called.

"Mr. Baliante," Mrs. Smith Brown called out, her patience wearing thin. "What is the meaning of this? I demand an explanation. You can't just come into my house uninvited, with a stranger who keeps saying things no one understands. What is the purpose of your visit, please?"

"Mrs. Smith, we are not here for you. We are here to see Miss Tessy," Trevor responded, his initial smile now completely gone.

"Did I hear you say Miss Tessy?" Francis asked, cutting Trevor off before he could continue. His face was a mix of confusion and evident annoyance. "The only Tessy in this house is a Mrs. And she is my wife."

"Not for long," Trevor said, then walked out of the house.

Roman, on the other hand, was all smiles as he walked to the table and grabbed the papers, his eyes scanning through their contents.

"Are you ready to sign it?" he asked, his gaze and full attention fixed on Tessy, his hand pulling out a pen from his pocket.

"Sir, please, can we—"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk…" Roman cut Tessy off, shaking his head in disapproval. He moved to stand before her, his gaze piercing. "Don't call me sir. The name's Roman Gavriel, but I'd prefer you call me husband," he said seriously.

"You are not my husband," Tessy shot back.

"But I'm going to be," Roman replied calmly, not the slightest bit affected by her rejections. Instead, he seemed to be growing more pleased by the second, something Tessy found deeply unsettling.

"Please, Mr. Roman, can I talk to you outside?" Tessy asked, deciding to ignore his words and behavior for the moment.

"Why?" Roman whispered, taking a step to the side and walking around her until he stood right behind her. He lowered his head to whisper in her ear, his warm breath brushing against her skin. "To tell me how sorry you are and beg me not to take the matter up?" he asked, his eyes flickering toward Francis.

Intense satisfaction settled in Roman's heart when he saw how pained and confused Francis looked while watching them.

Francis had his gaze fixed on Tessy, a deep furrow settling between his brows. He wanted to do or say something, but the look his mother gave him, combined with the awareness that there were armed men around them, made him hold his tongue.

"No need, baby. Even though I have the power to, I won't be sending you to jail for what you did," Roman continued to whisper, his words bringing a fleeting sense of relief to Tessy's heart.

She was glad he was whispering, ensuring his words could only be heard by her. But the closeness of his lips to her ear, his warm breath fanning her skin, and the deep timbre of his voice were doing strange things to her mind and body.

"You're too beautiful to spend the rest of your days in jail, so I've come up with a simple solution that will benefit both of us," Roman said, moving his head to her opposite ear, savoring her subtle reactions to his actions—reactions only he noticed. Her scent was driving him crazy, and he wanted to get closer without actually touching her.

"What is the solution?" Tessy found herself whispering back, only realizing what she'd done after the words had already left her lips.

"Simple. Marry me," Roman revealed, and Tessy stepped away from him in shock, turning to look at him. Was he crazy to ask that of her?

"What?! Marry you? I don't even know you," she blurted out loud, instantly regretting it because everyone in the room now knew the content of their discussion.

"You don't know me? Maybe I should refresh your memory about how, where, and when we met," Roman said, his tone teasing but laced with a warning.

"No!" Tessy exclaimed, her eyes pleading. "I remember now. But this is too sudden. Can you at least give me time to think about it?" she asked, deciding to play along, as she didn't want to risk her secret coming to light.

"Of course. Take your time, my love," he said, and Tessy began to feel a flicker of relief—only to hear him add, "You have five minutes."