Alpha's Rejected becomes the Lycan's Obsession-Chapter 173: Shut up and kiss me

Freya finished from the hospital that evening, exhaustion tugging at her limbs as she drove home. The day had been long and emotionally draining, but her mind hadn’t been on work all day.

As soon as she stepped into her house and dropped her bag by the door, she reached for her phone and decided to try Tessy’s number once more. Just like the other times she had tried it earlier, it rang and rang with no answer. Her fingers tightened around the phone as she let out a frustrated sigh, her worry mounting with each unanswered call.

Tessy had never gone this long without returning her calls, and the silence was beginning to gnaw at her. Aside from Tessy, the only other contact she had was Trevor. She had been adamant about not reaching out to him. But at that point, her options had dwindled. She needed to know that Tessy was okay, and if that meant swallowing her pride and dialing Trevor’s number, then so be it.

She hesitated briefly, then tapped his contact. The phone didn’t even ring—it went straight to voicemail. Her jaw clenched in frustration, and she tossed the phone on the couch. What the hell was going on?

After pacing the room for a few minutes, trying to reason with herself, she finally made up her mind. There was only one thing left to do: she had to go there in person. She needed to see with her own eyes if they had indeed embarked on the journey Tessy had mentioned, or if something else had happened. Either way, she couldn’t sit back and do nothing.

She headed to her bedroom and quickly slipped out of her scrubs, opting for a simple black dress instead. She brushed her hair into a loose ponytail, grabbed her car keys, and within minutes she was back on the road, heading to the mansion.

By the time she arrived, the sky had turned a deep shade of indigo and the estate was blanketed in shadows. The guards at the gate recognized her instantly and didn’t hesitate to let her in.

When she step into the living room, the first person her eyes landed on was Trevor he was seated on a a sofa legs crossed and his attention bwas on the TV.

The moment he saw her he stood up. "Miss Stanford," he called her name, walking toward her.

"Good evening, Trevor." Freya greeted, but she didn’t wait for him to respond before she continued speaking. "I’m sorry I came unannounced and this late. I’ve been trying to reach Tessy but she isn’t picking up her calls so I came to check if she’s still around or if she has traveled as she said."

"Your worries are legit. I haven’t been able to reach my boss too, but I reached Daniel and he said they encountered a small problem on the way. He also said they left their phones in the car after arrival. It isn’t intentional. I believe your friend will reach out to you soon. Please don’t worry. Your friend is fine." He assured her.

Freya nodded, relaxing visibly. But she didn’t take her eyes off him, and neither did he.

"We need to talk, Trevor." Freya finally said, ignoring the voice that was telling her to walk away. She wanted to end the tension between them. She needed clarity. "Can we talk in a more private place?" She asked.

"Of course," Trevor agreed, leading her down a hallway to his room. He also needed to talk to her, and was glad she brought up the topic.

As soon as they arrive the room Freya only looked around for a bit before she turned to him. She saw him part his lips to say something but she didn’t let the word slip out. She moved unexpectedly and sealed his lips in a kiss.

Trevor staggered slightly from the force of it, but his mouth responded, almost automatically. Her lips were soft but demanding, and the bold way her tongue teased past his made his grip on control start to slip. His hands found her hips, pulling her into him, responding to the heat pouring off her in waves.

But then he pulled back—barely. Just enough to breathe, to try and stop this avalanche before it crushed them both.

"Miss Stanford," he said, voice strained and eyes wide. "We—"

"Shut up and kiss me like the world is about to end." she cut in, her voice low and edged with command.

He froze.

Those words hit like a bullet right between his ribs.

Trevor had always been the controlled one. The strong one. But that voice, her tone, her fire—it cut through all the armor he wore like it wasn’t even there. Something inside him shattered, and the pieces didn’t even try to hold shape.

He grabbed her and kissed her again, fiercely, desperately, with no barriers left. His lips crashed against hers, his tongue demanded entry, and when she opened for him, he groaned into her mouth like a man surrendering to war.

Their hands moved everywhere—her fingers tangled in his hair, his palms tracing every curve of her body. The kiss turned wild, hot, endless, until they were both gasping for air.

Trevor pulled back slightly, his forehead resting on hers, both of them gasping for breath. The taste of her still lingered on his tongue, and her scent clung to his skin like perfume.

Freya smiled slowly, a quiet, knowing curve of her lips. Not one of amusement, but of confirmation. That kiss, the way he responded to her voice, to her command, had just put every lingering doubt to rest.

That confirmed it.

She remembered vividly the first time he had asked her to punish him. At the time, she had brushed it off with a laugh, but something in his eyes had stayed with her—something dark, unspoken, but desperate to be understood.

So she had done her homework. She’d gone down that quiet rabbit hole of researching men like him. The ones who held control like armor, who walked through the world commanding respect, power, even fear—until the bedroom peeled those layers away.

And what she’d found had painted Trevor in perfect clarity.

He didn’t just accept command. He craved it.

The moment she took control, he had crumbled, not with weakness, but with surrender. Every flicker of doubt that she had gotten it wrong was now erased.

"Miss Stanford," Trevor breathed.

Her eyes sharpened. "Freya," she corrected, voice firmer than before.

He blinked slowly, a fraction of hesitation still clinging to him. "Freya."

"Good," she murmured, her smile returning as she lifted a finger to his lips. "I don’t want to hear your voice, Trevor. Now is not the time. I want you to use that tongue of yours to please me."

Something broke in him. The last thread of resistance finally snapped.

Trevor kissed her again, rougher this time, his hands working quickly to undress her. He slid her blouse over her head, unhooked her bra with shaking fingers, and trailed kisses down her shoulder as her breathing quickened.

Without warning, he gripped her thighs and lifted her with ease.

Freya gasped in surprise. "Trevor—"

He didn’t respond. He was too focused, too undone. He carried her across the room and laid her down on the bed, the mattress barely dipping under her weight.

Freya blinked up at him in awe. He just lifted her like she weighed nothing.

She was chubby, full-bodied, luscious—and Trevor had never wanted anything more in his life.

He hovered over her for a second, then bent down and kissed her neck, slowly biting and nibbling down the line of her collarbone.

Freya whimpered.

He moved lower, taking one breast into his mouth, sucking gently before trailing his tongue across the other. She arched into him, moaning, fingers gripping the sheets as he licked and teased her nipples until they were hard and wet from his mouth.

Then he continued down her body, kissing her belly, her inner thighs, his hands spreading her open gently.

And finally, he settled between her legs.

Freya gasped as his tongue made contact, her hands flying to his hair as he began to work her over with calculated hunger. He alternated between slow, deep licks and fast flicks, teasing her with just enough pressure to keep her right on the edge.

Her moans filled the room. Her back arched. Her thighs trembled.

And when she came, it hit her like a tidal wave.

Trevor held her down with strong arms as she screamed his name, her body convulsing from the intensity of the orgasm. Her legs shook, her chest heaved, and tears prickled her eyes as wave after wave rolled through her.

Trevor didn’t move until her body went slack.

He finally lifted his head, his lips glistening, his eyes darker than ever.

She stared down at him, breathless, hair plastered to her forehead.

Trevor smiled faintly. "Would that be all, my lady?"

Freya let out a raspy laugh. "Hell no. That’s just the beginning. Come here."

He obeyed.

He crawled up to her, kissing her stomach, her chest, her mouth—sharing the taste of her with every kiss.

Freya sat up slowly and pushed him back until he was sitting at the edge of the bed. She knelt between his knees and reached for his belt, unbuckling it with maddening slowness.

Then she unzipped his pants and his thick, hard length sprang free.

She met his eyes with a mischievous grin before taking him into her mouth.

Trevor let out a hoarse groan and his hands flew to her head. She sucked him slowly at first, her tongue circling the tip, then dipped lower, taking more of him into her mouth with every stroke.

She hummed as she worked, and the vibrations nearly made him lose it. Her lips, her tongue, the wet heat of her mouth—it was all too much. Too perfect.

"Freya—fuck—you’re going to make me—"

She didn’t stop. She sucked him deeper, faster, her fingers squeezing the base of him as her tongue did magic.

And then—he broke.

He came hard into her mouth, growling her name, trembling from the force of it. She swallowed every drop, not flinching once, and only pulled back after he was completely spent.