Alpha's Rejected becomes the Lycan's Obsession

Tears streamed down Tessy's face as she descended the stairs, each step feeling heavier than the last. The faint sound of her mother-in-law's phone dialing echoed behind her, a sharp reminder of the storm brewing in her wake. But Tessy didn't care anymore. She was done—done with the lies, the betrayal, and the suffocating weight of a marriage that had been nothing but a cruel charade.

For three long years, she had endured this hollow union, starved of the love, respect, and companionship a marriage was supposed to provide. Three years of her life wasted on a man she had foolishly loved and married, blind to the fact that his affection had been nothing but a facade. Francis had never loved her. He had only pretended, and she had been too naive to see it.

But no more. She was done. Whatever happened next, she didn't care. She was ready to walk away, to reclaim her life from the wreckage of this sham.

At the foot of the stairs, she paused, her eyes landing on her luggage. The sight of her belongings—neatly packed yet carelessly discarded—felt like a final insult. Wiping her tears with the back of her hand, she grabbed the boxes and bags, hauling them one by one into the guest room. Her movements were deliberate, her resolve unshakable. As she dropped the last bag, her phone rang, the shrill sound cutting through the silence.

She fished it out of her pocket, her jaw tightening as she saw the caller ID. It was her father—the man who had orchestrated her misfortune, the reason she had stayed trapped in this nightmare for so long. Anger surged through her, and without hesitation, she ended the call. Then, with trembling fingers, she dialed Freya's number.

"Tessy?" Freya's voice was filled with concern the moment she answered.

"I'm on my way to your place. Please keep the door open," Tessy said, her voice steady despite the storm raging inside her.

"It's late, Tess. What's going on? Should I come pick you up?" Freya asked, her worry evident.

"No. Don't bother. I'll take a taxi. I'll be fine," Tessy replied firmly. Before Freya could say another word, she ended the call, switched off her phone, and tossed it into her handbag.

She grabbed a small bag and quickly packed a few essentials—her work uniform, toiletries, and a change of clothes. Once satisfied, she slung the bag over her shoulder and stepped out of the guest room, her heart pounding with determination.

As she entered the sitting room, she was met with the sight of the three people who had shattered her world. Francis, Rachel, and Mrs. Smith were huddled together, their voices low as they deliberated over something. They fell silent the moment she appeared, their eyes narrowing as they watched her.

Tessy ignored them, her gaze fixed on the door. She was done with their games, their cruelty, their endless manipulation.

"What are you doing? Where do you think you're going at this hour?" Francis's voice cut through the silence, sharp and demanding.

Tessy didn't respond. She kept walking, her hand reaching for the doorknob.

"I'm talking to you, Tessy. If you step out of this house, just know that this marriage is over," Francis threatened, his voice cold and final.

Tessy paused, her hand hovering over the doorknob. For a moment, the weight of his words pressed down on her, but then she turned around, a bitter smile playing on her lips.

"This marriage is over if I step out?" she scoffed, her fiery gaze locking onto his. "You've got it all wrong, Francis. This marriage ended a long time ago. You just signed and stamped it by bringing a stranger into our home. You broke the last thread holding us together. So, I wonder what you're even talking about."

"Hey, watch your tongue. Who are you calling a stranger? I was in Francis's life long before you came along and tore us apart. If anyone's a stranger here, it's you," Rachel snapped, her voice dripping with venom.

Tessy clenched her fists, forcing herself to stay calm. She wouldn't give them the satisfaction of seeing her break. Instead, she turned back to the door, her resolve stronger than ever.

"You seem to be forgetting that you and your entire family depend on us. You're about to make the biggest mistake of your life," Francis warned, his voice laced with menace.

Tessy paused, her hand resting on the doorknob. "No mistake is bigger than this marriage," she said quietly, her voice steady. Then, without another word, she pulled the door open and stepped out into the night, leaving behind the house that had become her prison.

The cool night air hit her face as she walked down the driveway, her heart pounding in her chest. She flagged down a taxi and climbed in, ignoring the voices calling her name behind her. As the car pulled away, she leaned back in the seat, closing her eyes and letting out a shaky breath.

When she arrived at Freya's house, she found her friend waiting outside, worry etched deeply into her features. Freya's face lit up with relief the moment she saw Tessy, and she rushed forward, pulling her into a tight hug.

"What's going on? You left me so worried. I was about to drive to your place," Freya said, her voice trembling with concern.

"I'm sorry," Tessy whispered, her voice breaking as the weight of everything came crashing down.

Freya led her inside, her arm wrapped protectively around Tessy's shoulders. "What the hell happened, Tess? Why are you crying? Did someone die?" she asked, her eyes wide with alarm.

Tessy nodded, her tears flowing freely. "Francis, his mother, Rachel, my marriage, everything that kept me sane... I'm losing my mind," she sobbed, her voice barely audible.

Freya's face twisted in confusion, but she didn't press further. Instead, she sat down beside Tessy and pulled her into a tight embrace, holding her as she cried.

It took a while, but eventually, Tessy's sobs subsided, leaving her gasping for breath. She wiped her tears and looked at Freya, her eyes filled with determination.

"I think I'm ready to take your offer. I want to leave this country. I'm done. I've had enough," Tessy said, her voice steady.

Freya nodded, her expression serious. "You know I'll do anything for you. I'll call my travel agent first thing tomorrow, and we'll start processing the documents. But first, tell me everything that happened."

Tessy took a deep breath, her hands trembling as she began to recount the events of the night. Freya listened in silence, her arms never leaving Tessy's shoulders, offering the comfort and support she so desperately needed.