Alpha's Rejected becomes the Lycan's Obsession

As a senior nurse, Freya had the authority to influence the level and type of work Tessy would be assigned. Today, she intended to use that power to ensure her friend stayed in a safe zone, away from anything too demanding or stressful, or anything that could put her in trouble.

But considering the situation they were in, she realized she may not be able to carry out her plan

"Go on. I'll be fine. I promise," Tessy reassured her with a small smile, already sensing Freya's hesitation.

Without waiting for a response, Tessy turned and began walking toward the main hospital building, leaving Freya to handle the emergency she had been summoned for.

As Tessy walked, her foot caught on a small stone, causing her to stumble slightly. She regained her balance quickly, brushing it off with a wave of her hand. "I'm okay," she called out to Freya, who was still watching her with concern.

"Umm... Is she okay? She looks kind of—" Nurse Amira began, her voice trailing off as she studied Tessy's unsteady steps.

"She doesn't look anything. She's fine. Let's go," Freya interrupted sharply, cutting off any further speculation. She didn't want anyone questioning Tessy's state, especially not now. With a determined stride, Freya headed toward the emergency ward, Nurse Amira following closely behind.

Meanwhile, Tessy entered the main building and her eyes widened at the chaotic scene before her. The place was busier than she had ever seen it, with nurses and doctors rushing in every direction. What on earth had happened?

"Nurse Tessy, aren't you supposed to be off duty today?" a familiar voice called out from behind her. Tessy turned to see Nurse Beatrice, the head of her unit, approaching with a clipboard in hand.

"Good morning, Nurse Beatrice. I changed my mind. I'll take the break another day," Tessy replied, forcing a smile. Relief washed over Beatrice's face at her words.

"Oh, you're a lifesaver. There was a terrible accident this morning, and we're swamped. We need all the help we can get. Please join Dr. Louis in Room 36," Beatrice instructed briskly.

Tessy nodded without hesitation and made her way to the designated room. When she arrived, Dr. Louis was just finishing up and preparing to leave.

"Good morning, Dr. Louis," Tessy greeted him politely.

"Morning, Tessy," Dr. Louis replied, glancing up from his notes. "The patient is stable. He just needs cleaning—he's covered in blood, though none of it is his. I'll be back in an hour to check on him. If you notice any changes in his breathing pattern, alert me immediately," he explained before hurrying off to the next room.

Tessy stepped further into the room, her eyes landing on the unconscious man lying on the bed. He was shirtless, his muscular chest rising and falling steadily—an indication that he was breathing properly on his own—and his body was smeared with dried blood.

She shut the door behind her and headed to the attached room to gather the supplies she would need to clean him up.

Returning to the bedside, Tessy took a moment to study the patient more closely. Even in her slightly tipsy state, she couldn't help but notice how strikingly attractive he was. His broad chest moved rhythmically with each breath, a sign that he was stable, and his tall frame barely fit on the hospital bed.

But his face was a different story. She refused to guess until she cleaned that part of his body properly. And when she did, her jaw fell slack.

If beauty were a person, this man would be its embodiment. He was breathtakingly handsome—sharp jawline, long lashes, silky brown hair, and skin so smooth it looked like it had been sculpted by the hands of a master artist. He looked like a living masterpiece, lying there as if waiting to be brought to life.

"How can one person be this handsome?" Tessy muttered under her breath, her eyes lingering on his face. "If Francis were even half as good-looking as this, all the girls in the town would be in trouble," she added with a soft chuckle as she continued cleaning his body.

When she finished her work, a sigh escaped her lips as she gazed at the perfect work of art laying on the bed. The creator must be extremely happy the day he crafted this one because how can one person look so good?

She turned away to return to her seat, but then she halted. Wouldn't it be a crime to ignore such beauty without at least knowing what his smooth skin felt like? While cleaning, she had worn gloves. But now, she wanted to feel it with her bare hands. Just feel, nothing more. That was no crime, right?

Before she could talk herself out of it, Tessy found herself back at the bedside, tugging off one of her gloves. Her fingers trembled slightly as she reached out, her heart pounding in her chest.

"Go on, have your feel," a voice in her head whispered. Whether it was the alcohol or her own curiosity driving her, she didn't know, but she didn't resist.

Gently, she placed her hand on the side of his cheek, her breath catching at the sensation. His skin was even softer than she had imagined, warm and smooth, almost electrifying to the touch. It felt addictive, like something she could lose herself in.

At that point she knew it would be hard to let go. If felt like she was supposed to touch him forever. Was this real, or was she dreaming?

Her hand drifted downward, tracing the line of his neck and chest before stopping at his navel. Suddenly, she snapped back to reality, pulling her hand away as if burned.

"What are you doing, Tessy?" she scolded herself, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. She turned away, determined to fetch a sheet to cover him.

But just as she took a step away, a hand grabbed hers, startling her to the core and sending her spirit away from her body for a second.