Sebastian looked momentarily surprised, then chuckled softly. He didn’t stop me.
By the time I completed everything he’d assigned, it was already ten o’clock. The heavy dinner made waves of drowsiness wash over me, and once I finished, keeping my eyes open was a struggle.
“Alpha Sebastian, I’ll head home now,” I announced, steering my wheelchair toward the door.
Mid-yawn, the wheelchair veered sideways and bumped into the coffee table. My knee slammed against the edge, sending a sharp jolt of pain through my injury that instantly wiped away any trace of sleepiness.
Sebastian was at my side in an instant. “Did you tear your stitches?” Without waiting for my answer, he knelt down and lifted my skirt to examine the wound.
“It hurts a bit,” I admitted, “but I don’t think it’s torn.”
After confirming there was no bleeding, Sebastian’s inspection lingered. His eyes shifted from the wound to my pale, exposed legs. I caught a subtle change in his breathing, his Adam’s apple bobbing once before he abruptly pulled my skirt back down.
“I’ll take you home,” he said, his voice surprisingly calm as he began pushing my wheelchair.
We moved in silence. He escorted me inside my apartment, then turned to leave without a word.
I watched his quick retreat with confusion. He acted as if I might grab him and refuse to let him go if he stayed any longer…
Just then, my phone buzzed in my pocket.
Outside, Sebastian stood waiting silently for the elevator.
I glanced at him, about to say something, when the elevator chimed.
The doors slid open, revealing a face that shocked both of us-Xavien.
His cheeks were flushed from alcohol, eyes bloodshot, and his shoulders tense.
He swayed slightly, clearly drunk-but not so drunk that he didn’t recognize us.
Both men froze.
Sebastian’s expression hardened immediately.
“You-!” Xavien slurred, his speech sluggish from whatever he’d been drinking.
When his gaze dropped and caught the glowing number above the elevator-13th floor-his face twisted with rage.
His eyes snapped between me and Sebastian.
Without warning, he lunged forward, grabbing Sebastian’s collar.
“What are you doing at my wife’s place?” he shouted. “What the hell are you doing here?!”
Alarmed, I maneuvered my wheelchair back toward the hallway.
Sebastian shoved Xavien away with a look of pure disgust.
Xavien stumbled, falling hard onto the floor.
Noticing me standing in the doorway, Sebastian turned, his cold, piercing gaze locking onto me.
“If you’re going to let him into your home,” he said icily, “why bother with all these games?”
Celina
Alpha Sebastian’s tone was laced with biting sarcasm, each syllable sharp enough to cut through the thick silence. His mocking words ignited a fierce anger within me. This was my private affair, my own tangled mess-not his to judge.
Yes, he had saved me earlier, and yes, he was technically my boss, but none of that gave him the right to cast aspersions on the state of my marriage.
“I never gave him my passcode,” I said, frustration mingling with confusion. “How on earth did he even get up here?”
The building’s security was tight: there was the guarded community entrance, the locked door, and the elevator controls. How had Xavien bypassed every single checkpoint?
Alpha Sebastian’s face shifted from disdain to genuine puzzlement as he processed my words.
Meanwhile, Xavien struggled to his feet, wobbling unsteadily toward me. The heavy scent of alcohol hit me like a wall, making me recoil and wrinkle my nose in disgust.
“Tell me-how did you get up here?” I demanded, my voice sharp.
Without even acknowledging my question, Xavien snarled, “Did you sleep with him?”
His grip tightened on the armrests of my wheelchair as he loomed over me, his voice booming down the hallway like a wild animal’s roar.
Without a second thought, I slapped him hard across the face, the sting radiating through my palm.
“Have you lost your mind?” I hissed, anger boiling over. “What kind of drunken nonsense is this? Get out! Go find your little sugar girl!”
Surprisingly, the slap didn’t provoke the fury I expected. Instead, Xavien dropped to his knees before me, clutching the very hand that had struck him and pressing it to his chest.
His entire demeanor shifted-from a raging beast to a vulnerable, wounded creature in an instant.
“I was wrong,” he whispered, his voice soft and pleading. “I know you wouldn’t do that. You still love me. You’d never betray me.”
I stared at him, disbelief washing over me. The hypocrisy was staggering-he could cheat on me without remorse, but I wasn’t allowed to move on?
My eyes flicked between Alpha Sebastian, who watched this pitiful scene with barely concealed disgust, and the drunken wreck before me.
It was the middle of the night.
Could I please catch a break?
I yanked my hand back sharply.
“Can we not do this right now? Go home, Alpha Xavien. Sleep it off. We can talk when you’re sober.”
Before I could finish, he lunged forward, wrapping his arms tightly around me in a desperate embrace.
“I’m sorry,” he sobbed into my neck, his tears soaking through my shirt.
This man-proud, controlling, angry-was crying like a child in my arms.
But I didn’t comfort him.
I stood motionless, my spine rigid, arms stiff at my sides.
This wasn’t about guilt or weakness. This was a man trying to rewrite a chapter I had already closed.
“Let go,” I said firmly, my voice low and steady.
“You need to calm down. And I need space.”
He clung to me tighter, trembling like a leaf in a storm.
“Tell me you still love me,” he begged, his voice muffled against my shoulder. “Say you won’t leave me.”
A pounding headache was building fast.
Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Alpha Sebastian’s face hardening like stone as he pulled out his phone and made a quick call.
I caught bits of his conversation-he was summoning help.
Minutes later, the property manager arrived, flanked by two security guards. Alpha Sebastian pointed at Xavien, who still held onto me like a lifeline.
“This man doesn’t live here,” Sebastian stated coldly. “Remove him.”
The manager hesitated. “One moment, Alpha Sebastian. Let me check the records first.”
After consulting his tablet, the manager’s expression turned troubled. “Alpha Xavien is actually the owner of apartment 2001. According to our surveillance footage, he was heading to the 20th floor, but the elevator stopped at the 13th floor-probably because either you or Miss Celina pressed the button. That’s why he ended up here.”
What?!
He had bought an apartment on the 20th floor?
My headache exploded into a full-blown migraine. Was Xavien planning to haunt me forever?
Even Alpha Sebastian fell silent at this unexpected revelation.
After a moment, he addressed the manager. “In that case, escort him back to the 20th floor.”
The manager nodded, accepting the request without hesitation-especially coming from the wealthy and influential resident of the penthouse. He immediately instructed the guards to help Xavien up.
But Xavien remained on his knees before me, arms wrapped tightly around my body, his large frame pressed against mine.
He had stopped crying and muttering apologies, now just holding me in silence.
The two guards tried to pull him away but couldn’t budge him. I pushed at his shoulders as well, but it was like trying to move a boulder.
It was clear he intended to stay locked in this position with me forever.
Alpha Sebastian stepped forward and, with considerable force, pried Xavien’s arms from around me, pulling him away.
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