Alpha's Rejected becomes the Lycan's Obsession Chapter 70: As you should

"I can’t believe Gary bailed on you," Tessy said as she plopped herself dramatically onto one of the single sofas in Freya’s living room.

Freya’s ho was cozy and dimly lit, with a subtle lemon-scented candle burning on the console table. The soft hum of slow jazz floated from the speaker in the corner, wrapping the room in a lazy, intimate vibe. Tessy, still in her scrub, had tossed her bag carelessly to the floor and kicked off her shoes like she owned the place. She had co straight from work to spend the rest of the day with her best friend, and she didn’t bother hiding her eagerness.

"You and I both know you didn’t co here to console over Gary not showing up for our date," Freya said dryly, taking a languid sip from her wine glass before settling beside Tessy on the sofa.

Tessy let out a little giggle, caught red-handed. "Of course not. I’m here because I’m just as curious as you are about this mystery date of yours. I want to know if he’ll actually show up—and hopefully catch a glimpse of this Prince Charming."

Freya raised a skeptical brow. "Prince Charming? What makes you think he’s one? He might be a walking disaster—less than average looking, socially awkward, and with the personality of cold toast. We don’t know what we’re dealing with here."

Tessy turned toward her with a mischievous sparkle in her eyes. "With the kind of romantic gesture he pulled that day? Highly doubtful. I’m betting he’s very handso. And charming. Probably with one of those soft-spoken, deep voices that makes you lt."

Freya gave a small snort of laughter. "What if it turns out to be Gary?"

Tessy choked on thin air, coughing as she straightened up. Freya burst out laughing, clutching her stomach, clearly enjoying her friend’s montary panic.

Shooting a glare, Tessy said firmly, "It can never be Gary. That man doesn’t have a romantic bone in his body. Why would he put up that entire show? No way. He couldn’t even rember your birthday last year."

"True," Freya said thoughtfully. She swirled her wine and looked at the swirling red in the glass. "But co to think of it... Gary is the only one who knows my current address. I would’ve suspected one of my exes, but none of them knows I moved."

Tessy narrowed her eyes, clearly annoyed at the possibility. "If it’s Gary, he’s going to pay for wasting my ti. I ca here for Mr. Anonymous, not that clown."

Freya laughed softly. "Did you tell your husband you’d be ho late? I don’t want an angry Roman pounding on my door tonight."

"Daniel already did," Tessy said, waving it off like it was no big deal. "He’s being extra nice and sweet these days, actually."

Freya gave her a teasing side-glance, a knowing smirk tugging at her lips. "And is that the reason behind this sudden glow you have?"

Tessy blinked, confused. "What glow?"

Freya leaned closer and grinned. "The kind of glow that says you’re getting a lot of attention at ho. In every aspect... especially in bed."

Tessy’s jaw dropped, and she slapped Freya’s arm playfully. "Get your thoughts out of the gutter! Nothing like that is happening. Yet."

Freya blinked in exaggerated surprise. "What do you an, nothing is happening yet? Are you seriously denying him access to your body?"

Tessy looked mildly uncomfortable. "It’s not , okay? It’s him. He’s being considerate. Says he regrets the way he married and wants to make it up to . One of the ways he wants to do that is by not touching until I’m ready."

Freya stared like she’d just heard Tessy speak a foreign language. "And you want to torture him a little?" she asked slowly, her voice colored with disbelief.

Tessy gave a small, guilty smile. "I do. Just a little. He deserves it."

Freya gasped dramatically. "How do you do it?"

"Do what?"

"Live with such a fine man and not want to jump him every single night? Honestly, Tess, what is wrong with you?"

Tessy let out a long breath, twisting her lips as if she, too, was trying to understand her own restraint. "It’s hard. I won’t lie."

Freya shook her head and placed her glass carefully on the side table. "Girl, I swear Francis did more to you than we know. He must have given you so kind of immunity to sex, because this... this is beyond . You were just crying to a few weeks ago about needing a real man—emphasis on real—and now that you have one, you’re basically running a monastery!"

Tessy winced. "When you say it like that, it makes feel guilty and stupid."

Freya raised her brows knowingly. "As you should."

Tessy rolled her eyes and looked away. "I just needed ti. I’m not doing anything wrong."

A silence stretched for a mont before Freya tilted her head. "Are you having low libido?"

"What?" Tessy turned to her sharply. "No! Why would you think that?"

Freya leaned in like she had cracked a mystery. "Because I don’t know what else to call what’s going on with you. You can tell , Tess. You know I won’t judge. I might even know how to help."

Tessy scoffed. "I am not suffering from low libido, Freya. I just—ugh—I was mad about how everything changed in my life so fast. I needed to take back so control. So, I’m torturing him a little, yes. But let’s not act like I’m not still human. I still feel... very horny sotis."

Freya nearly fell off the couch laughing, her head thrown back. "Then fix your issue when you get ho! Don’t waste good opportunities."

"I plan to," Tessy mumbled, folding her arms.

Freya gave her a teasing smile. "Wait—are you saying you’re getting so sugar tonight?"

Tessy stood abruptly, rolling her eyes as she walked toward the kitchen. "Shut up, Freya."

Freya laughed, her voice carrying through the apartnt, wine glass in hand and eyes twinkling with mischief.