Alpha's Rejected becomes the Lycan's Obsession

"What?! Five minutes? That's too short—"

"Your time starts now," Roman cut her off, his voice firm and unyielding. Tessy was about to protest again when her father's sharp and demanding voice broke through, .

"Who's this man, Tessy, and what business do you have with him?"

"And who's asking?" Roman asked, turning away from Tessy to face Mr. Curt, his tone dripping with mock politeness.

"I am her father," Mr. Curt answered with a firm voice laced with unease.

"Her father? The one ordering her to kneel and apologize to her oppressors?" Roman probed, his words cutting through the room like a knife.

"How did you know about that?" Tessy asked, surprised because they had not arrived when her father told her to do that.

"Sweetheart, he wasn't whispering when he said it. I was right outside the door," Roman replied, his voice smooth but laced with amusement.

"What I say to my daughter and how I correct her shouldn't concern you. She is my daughter, not yours," Mr. Curt's voice rose in defense.

"Is she?" Roman asked, narrowing his eyes as he took slow, deliberate steps toward the man. "Tell me, Mr. Curt, is she really your daughter? Because I see not even the tiniest bit of resemblance," Roman uttered, catching sight of the shock that registered on Mr. Curt's and his wife's faces.

"What are you trying to say?" Mr. Curt asked, his countenance quickly switching from shock to anger.

"Do you want me to go deeper? Because I can, and I will if you just say the word," Roman challenged, his voice low and dangerous.

Mr. Curt said nothing despite his anger. He didn't know who this man was, and he was trying his best not to attract more trouble than he could handle.

"That's what I thought. For someone who subjects a child he is supposed to protect to shame and ridicule just because of what he will eat, I don't expect you to even speak when or where I speak," Roman stated, a look of disgust coming to rest on his features.

"Don't talk to my father like that, Mister. You know nothing about him," Tessy interjected, stopping Roman's smirk from fully forming.

Instead, he clenched his teeth, keeping his attention on the man.

Just then, Trevor returned with a well-known priest following behind him. Sensing a hostile atmosphere and seeing Roman standing before Mr. Curt, he panicked.

"Boss?" Trevor called, and Roman lifted both his hands in a surrender gesture, taking a step back.

"No aggression, Trevor," Roman assured, turning away from Mr. Curt to face the priest. "Welcome, Father Edward," he greeted politely, and the priest responded with a smile and a nod.

Roman returned his attention to Tessy immediately after, his countenance serious this time. "Sorry to burst your bubble, my dear, but I know a lot of things about the man you call father. I know how he is ever ready to sell you to the highest bidder. I know exactly how much I'll offer, and he'll unhesitatingly sell you off to me. I also know about Tristan and Kelvin."

At his last words, Tessy's eyes stretched wide in shock and disbelief. "H-how did you…" she stuttered, unable to complete her question.

"Your father's business feeds off a business I am feeding. You don't expect I wouldn't know a thing or two about him now, do you?" Roman replied, his tone calm but laced with menace.

Silence reigned for a moment as Tessy reflected on what she had just heard. It wasn't that she didn't know her father was using her. She was aware, but she didn't want to give the knowledge room to make her see him in a bad light.

He had always reminded her that she was his investment and the reason his business went downhill. She didn't know how that was possible, but with the constant reminder, she only thought it wise to pay back what she was given, just as he wanted her to.

But hearing it from Roman's mouth made her realize how bad her situation was. She had been living in denial.

"Five minutes is almost up. You have a minute left. Dedicate that one minute to a better life with me. It's better than a small, dark cell, with a tiny bed and one type of outfit for the rest of your life," Roman whispered again into Tessy's ear, his breath warm against her skin. Then he took several steps away from her, giving her space to make a decision.

"I wish I could know what she's thinking," he spoke to Lazer in his mind.

"Well, you already ruined that chance by making me force myself into her head and manipulating her thoughts. That's the consequence of your actions. Deal with it," Lazer responded in a pissed manner. "Why is the omega staring? I think she is hiding something," he added.

Roman looked to his left and caught Tessy's mother staring. She instantly lowered her eyes the moment he looked at her. She had not said anything since he arrived, and Roman knew why. Omegas couldn't talk in his presence unless he asked them to. They couldn't even stand in the same space with him if he was in a foul mood. But even as an omega, she was still a level higher than humans. He wondered why she was putting up with a human as terrible as Curt. Also, he wondered why she was staring at him.

"Time's up," Roman declared, ignoring the omega, and Tessy shifted her attention from Francis to him.

She had taken the last one minute to look at everybody, beginning with Freya, who had worry written all over her face, then her mother, her father, Rachel, Mrs. Smith Brown, and finally Francis.

She looked at Francis the longest, and all the time she had her eyes fixed on him, she recalled how much he had hurt, embarrassed, ridiculed, disrespected, and disregarded her when all she ever did was love him.

Even though she knew she had no choice but to accept Roman's terms, she decided to do it in a more dramatic manner than she would have normally done. After all, it was only fair to let him experience just a little of what he put her through when he decided to take a new wife.

So when she heard Roman say time was up, she moved her gaze away from Francis and settled on Roman.

"The papers, please," Tessy requested, and Roman's lips curled up in triumph.

"Tessy!" Francis called out her name in shock.

"Shut it, Francis," his mother shot him a frown, happy that her son and family would soon be free from the clutches of the gold digger and her family.

"With all pleasure," Roman responded to Tessy's request, then majestically walked over to her side and handed the papers to her, extending his pen as well so she wouldn't need to look for one. He watched with joy as she signed the papers one after another until the last one.

Once she was done signing, she pulled out her ring and held it out in front of her while facing Francis. "Thank you for the rollercoaster journey. It was hell while it lasted. I hope you get as much joy as you have given me for the rest of your life," she said, then let go of the ring, watching it hit the marble floor and bounce several times until it rolled toward a corner and finally settled.

"And yes. I will marry you, Roman Gavriel," Tessy added, returning her attention to Roman.