<h4>Chapter 15: Chapter 15 She is Ours</h4>


    Author’s pov


    At around nine o’clock in the evening, Cecilia woke up and shuffled into the kitchen with her hair all over the ce.


    As soon as she slurped a mouthful of noodles, her phone buzzed.


    It was a message from Liam.


    Her hand stopped - since her "offensive" measurement problem, he hadn’t replied to her again, and now the sudden message caught her off guard.


    She clicked on it and saw that it was a series of numbers, with a note attached:


    [My boss said you want to pay for his suit, and was afraid that you would choose the wrong size, so he asked me to send you his measurements.]


    Cecilia stared at the numbers for several seconds, and the first thought that popped into her mind was:


    [Wait, what???


    What does this mean?


    He... changed his mind? Is he giving her a chance?!]


    The moment that thought crossed her mind, she immediately shook her head and dismissed this fantasy. The worst thing she could do now was get her hopes up.


    Another possibility made more sense: he was cutting off her chance to use "repaying him for the clothes" as an excuse to get close again by preventing her scheme in advance.


    If she misunderstood and showed up with a new suit, she would make a fool of herself.


    She frowned and typed quickly on her phone:


    [Got it. I’ve noted the size and will mail it as soon as possible after ordering.]


    She hit send and set her phone down with satisfaction.


    ...


    Meanwhile, at Sebastian’s apartment. Liam walked into the study and ryed the message to Sebastian who was on the sofa: "Cecilia said she took down the size and would mail it as soon as possible."


    Sebastian was wearing designer sses and was reading. When he heard this, he just grunted and didn’t even look up.


    He seemed calm, but Soren was already going crazy inside him, [She backed off. She chose to keep her distance, and she smells like us, so why won’t she get close to us? Why pull away?]


    Sebastian turned a page, his movements deliberate, his knuckles tight. "If she doesn’t want to, don’t force her," he said casually.


    Liam paused, frustration shing in his eyes. Doesn’t want to? She just got the wrong idea...


    He wanted to speak, but was afraid of overstepping, so he just nodded and left quietly.


    But Soren let out a frustrated growl.


    [Easy for you to say.


    She is ours.


    But you just let her leave.]


    Sebastian closed his eyes and forced himself to fight the urge. He knew what Soren wanted to do—go after her, get close to her, im her, possess her.


    But this wasn’t the right time.


    Just wait a little longer.


    ...


    Cecilia walked out of the men’s boutique with a shopping bag, typing quickly.


    [Can you give me an address?] she was ready to ship it. She sent the message to Liam.


    She stood on the sidewalk, focused on her phone,pletely unaware of a ck sedan not far away, the window slightly open, and a camera lens pointed at her.


    The shutter clicked silently, and several photos were quickly sent out, sent straight to Alpha Xavier’s private inbox.


    Right then, Xavier had just finished a meeting and was back in his office. Beta Henry closed the door, and the room grew quiet.


    His mind was still reying the silhouette he had seen at the golf course yesterday.


    The short skirt, the waistline, the legs he knew like the back of his hand.


    Just a glimpse, but it was stuck in his head.


    What disturbed him the most was the guy beside her.


    He knew what he had done. He had his "indiscretions", and he had gotten carried away. But so what?


    She must be his.


    The moment they got together, Cecilia became his "private property".


    She can cry, she can throw fits, she can give him the cold shoulder, but she can’t leave, and she can’t allow other men touch her - even if it was just a fingertip, he would make them pay in blood.


    So he had someone quietly tail her 24/7.


    The second he sat down, before he could open any paperwork, his phone dinged.


    He opened it to find several photos: Cecilia walked out of the men’s tailoring store with a shopping bag, looking calm, but clearly carrying a men’s suit box in her hand.


    Xavier’s lips slowly curved up, and a twisted satisfaction flooded his chest.


    She bought him new clothes.


    Looks like she finally came to her senses and realized that she still can’t live without him.


    That was more like the Cecilia he knew.


    Obedient, considerate, and dutiful - his wife.


    He could already picture her in her pajamas, knocking on his door with the outfit.


    As for that guy next to her that day? Just a stunt.


    Cecilia’s pov


    I’d initially nned to mail the suit right after leaving the store.


    But my messages went unanswered, so I had no choice but to bring it home. I tossed the bag onto the living room sofa and went upstairs for a shower.


    I spent the afternoon packing thest of my small belongings.


    Eight days left.


    Looking around the home I’d lived in for years, I couldn’t help feeling nostalgic.


    This house had been designed ording to my wishes. Every item inside had been chosen by me. I’d even prepared an adorable nursery.


    I’d been nning for a lifetime, but now I was bailing halfway through our life together.


    While going through the bottom drawer of the study that hadn’t been opened in ages, I found an old USB drive tucked away in the corner. Curious, I plugged it into myputer and discovered it contained photos of Xavier and me from high school and college. He looked so pure and handsome back then.


    As I scrolled through these old photos, getting emotional, it felt like I was going back in time...


    Suddenly, I wanted to take onest trip down memoryne.


    To properly say goodbye to the Xavier from back then.


    ...


    That evening, Xavier came home for dinner, something he barely did anymore.


    I hadn’t cooked for him.


    I didn’t want to.


    So instead, I threw him a tin of survival rations I found hidden in the back of the pantry—dusty, dented, and way past its expiration date.


    He just stared at it.


    "Or you could eat out," I offered coolly.


    "You seem to prefer everything outside this home anyway—other women, other beds... maybe even another woman’s leftovers taste better than what you get here."


    His mood went south instantly.


    "Other Alphas return home to warm meals and loyal mates. You give me this?"


    [I’m being incredibly generous by not poisoning his food]


    Too tired to argue, I said, "There’s some tomato soup. I was going to eat it myself, but you can have it."


    Now Xavier was really pissed. "...Have you forgotten I hate tomatoes?"


    I pped my forehead as if just remembering. "Oh, my bad."


    Xavier’s face went ice-cold. He stared at me for a long moment, then stormed out of the kitchen and went upstairs.


    I carried my tomato soup to the dining room, put on aedy show to watch, and enjoyed my meal.