<h4>Chapter 137: Chapter 137 Unwee Morning Visitor</h4>


    Cecilia’s pov


    I opened the door.


    Alpha Xavier stood there, looking like hell warmed over.


    His once-immacte appearance was in shambles - his handsome face was ashen, dark circles shadowed his eyes, and his loosened tie hung limply around his neck.


    My little alcohol buzz evaporated instantly.


    He looked like he wanted to devour me - for dinner, dessert, and probably breakfast too.


    My brain offered nothing helpful.


    Just: Shit. Shit. Shiiiiit.


    Is it toote to pretend I was never here?


    The silence between us stretched so tight, it could’ve snapped and taken out a city block.


    I tightened my grip on the doorknob.


    Okay. Survival mode: engaged.


    And then - I mmed the door. Hard.


    BAM.


    Except... yeah. He was faster.


    His palm shot out, stopping the door from closing.


    I pushed with everything I had, but the gap only widened as his superior strength prevailed.


    "Get the hell away from my door!" I snarled.


    Alpha Xavier’s face remained cold and determined, not even flinching at my outburst.


    With one firm push, he forced the doorpletely open.


    I abandoned the lost battle and pivoted, making a desperate dash for the bathroom.


    But Alpha Xavier seemed to read my mind, lunging forward and catching my wrist in an iron grip before kicking the door shut behind him.


    "Let go of me! What do you think you’re doing?" I shouted, kicking at him while panic bloomed in my chest.


    His expression had softened slightly upon seeing me safe in my room, but that changed in an instant when his sharp eyesnded on the suspicious red mark below my corbone.


    Rage shed across his face as he reached to pull down my cor.


    "Stop!" I shrieked, clutching my neckline closed. "Alpha Xavier, I swear to God I’ll call security!"


    Despite my death grip on my shirt, he’d already glimpsed the telltale kiss marks on my chest. Something feral awakened in his eyes as his fingers tightened around my arm, squeezing until I thought the bone might snap.


    I pounded my fist against his hand. "Let go!"


    He yanked me closer, his voice a mixture of fury and raw pain. "Cecilia, did you really sleep with him?"


    "That’s none of your business!" I snapped.


    "The day we divorced, you promised you wouldn’t see anyone else!"


    My voice went t with disbelief. "I didn’t swear anything. This wasn’t a blood oath. We got divorced, not drafted into a monogamy cult."


    His jaw clenched. "So you’re really into Alpha Sebastian?"


    "Maybe I am." I crossed my arms and didn’t flinch. "We’re both single adults, Alpha Xavier. Wee to the twenty-first century. If I want to date him, or hook up with him in a closet backstage at a charity g, that’s none of your business."


    Okay, maybe that was too specific.


    I held my ground, even as my brain reyedst night’s encounter in screaming HD.


    To be fair, I was the one who initiated... whatever it was.


    His demeanor suddenly shifted, the rage melting into desperate pleading. "He’s not what you think. He won’t mate with you, won’t take responsibility for you. He’s just using you."


    I felt a sh of doubt - considering howst night ended, with Alpha Sebastian walking away, maybe there was a grain of truth there. But I pushed the thought aside.


    "He doesn’t love you," Alpha Xavier continued, his voice breaking. "But I still do, Cecilia. I’ve always loved you. Yes, my body betrayed you, but my heart never changed. You’ve always been first in my heart."


    His words made my stomach turn.


    I inhaled sharply. Then said, as calmly as I could:


    "Alpha Xavier, when we got divorced - and again when you threatened me - you promised you’d leave me alone. Remember? You literally said, and I quote, ’If I bother you again, may I be a mangy lone wolf forever.’"


    I paused, let that hang in the air like a courtroom mic drop.


    "So?" I asked sweetly. "Are you ready to be exiled from your precious pack now?"


    He went quiet. For one glorious, fleeting moment, I thought I’d finally stunned him into silence.


    But no.


    "Don’t twist my words," he muttered. "If I said that, I was clearly under emotional duress."


    I just... stared. Mouth open. Brain buffering.


    How. Was. He. This. Unbelievable?


    "Wow," I said finally. "That’s impressive. I didn’t know shamelessness had a setting past ’maximum’. But here you are. Breaking records."


    His grip on my wrist loosened slightly. "Alpha Sebastian isn’t right for you. He’ll eventually mate with someone his family arranges. You wouldn’t want to be some Alpha’s mistress, would you? I know you better than that."


    I nced desperately at the door, then the window.


    No escape route. No reasoning with him.


    Suddenly, I remembered the girl in the hospital. "What about Cici? Your pregnant almost-mate is lying in a hospital bed with stab wounds, and you’re here? That’s pretty heartless, even for you. Is being a terrible mate your specialty?"


    "...She’s not pregnant. Everything before was... I was forced into it."


    "Is this your life motto? Put that on your tombstone: ’Alpha Xavier Green: A Life of Convenient Excuses.’"


    He stared at me, speechless.


    "You’re right about one thing - I would never be with a mated wolf. So if you’re any kind of Alpha, go take care of your mate in the hospital. Otherwise, I have zero respect for you."


    "Cecilia, do you have to be so cruel?" His voice was strained.


    "I swear on the Moon Goddess herself that I’m being 100% truthful."


    Alpha Xavier seemed at a loss, confronted with my stubborn resistance and sharp tongue.


    I kept fighting - kicking, hitting, pinching - stopping just short of biting him. His hand was covered in bloody scratches from my nails.


    God, when you’re exhausted and helpless, murder starts to seem like a reasonable option.


    Alpha Xavier began pulling me toward the door. "Let’s go get breakfast."


    "I’m not hungry!" I protested.


    He ignored me and dragged me out of the room.


    I didn’t want to cause a scene in public, so I silently struggled against his grip.


    But Alpha Xavier was the epitome of the domineering Alpha stereotype - he didn’t care what I wanted, only what he decided.


    Author’s pov


    Meanwhile, in the hotel’s breakfast room...


    Harper was having breakfast with her two brothers. She’d woken up earlier, seen Cecilia sleeping deeply, and decided to check on her younger brothers - especially Tang, who looked tough enough to wrestle a bull. So she’d gotten them up, and they’de down to eat together.


    Poor Beta Sawyer had gone off to attend to his Alpha.


    The three of them were enjoying their meal when Levan suddenly looked up, spotted something at eight o’clock, and anxiously tugged at Harper’s sleeve. " Harper... Harper..."


    "What is it?" Harper was fascinated by the tattoo on Tang’s arm. "Don’t interrupt me. Tang, this tribal design is really interesting."


    Levan gave up on subtlety.


    He pulled her hand away from Tang’s impressive bicep. "Stop feeling up his arm and look over there!"


    Harper followed her brother’s pointing finger and her eyes widened in shock. She cursed under her breath, "That bastard Alpha Xavier is bullying Cecilia again!"


    She grabbed a fork, hiding it behind her back as she stood to intervene.


    Tang pulled her back down. "Harper, wait!"


    "Wait for what?"


    "Let me record this first."


    Tang quickly took out his phone, expertly applied a filter, and recorded a short video which he immediately sent to his Alpha.


    "Harper, let’s save this damsel-in-distress opportunity for my boss," he said with a grin, showing her his phone.


    The Harper siblings watched the video - set to romantic music with a cherry blossom filter that added pink hearts and bubbles floating around.


    Even Cecilia’s murderous re somehow looked like flirtatious yfulness through the absurd filter.


    Harper stared at him in horror. "You... you sent that to Alpha Sebastian ?"


    Tang nodded proudly. "Mm-hmm."


    Mm-hmm his ass! Harper thought frantically. This wasn’t setting up a heroic rescue


    Was this American guy helping or sabotaging?


    She grabbed his phone and frantically tried to unsend the message, but it was toote.