<h4>Chapter 327: Chapter 327 Alpha’s Overprotection</h4>


    Cecilia’s pov


    Then Sebastian showed up in the doorway. He looked calm, but I could tell he was watching everything.


    I was still sprawled across Harper’sp like a moody teenager.


    Sebastian’s eyes flicked over the scene, his jaw tightening just slightly.


    "Harper," he said, voice smooth but cold enough to send a chill. "You seem to have a lot of free time after work."


    My fierce, no-nonsense attorney friend suddenly seemed... cautious.


    "Just came to talk to Cece," she said, trying to sound casual.


    But her voice gave her away. She sounded like she wanted to sound tough but also didn’t want to piss off the Alpha.


    I sat up a little, trying to ease the tension. "I’d like to keep talking with Harper for a while."


    Neither of them really responded. It was like they were having a silent showdown and I was just stuck in the middle.


    Sebastian stepped farther into the room, eyes locked on mine. His expression softened, but the pressure didn’t let up.


    "She’s probably tired after a long day. Why not let her grab something from the kitchen?" he said. "I’ll stay with you."


    He said it gently, but it wasn’t really a suggestion.


    The power imbnce was obvious.


    He was still standing while Harper and I were sitting on the bed.


    The tension was thick enough to choke on.


    "Well, I am kind of hungry," Harper muttered. She gently lifted my head from herp and stood. "I’ll just see what’s in the kitchen."


    She left quickly.


    As soon as she was gone, Sebastian sat where she’d been. Before I could even sit up properly, he pulled me toward him and guided my head onto hisp.


    "How’s this for a pillow?" he asked, his voice low and smooth.


    I almost choked.


    "From now on," he added, "this is the onlyp you’re allowed to use."


    I blinked at him. "Seriously?"


    As I turned to look up at him, my eyesnded somewhere... not appropriate.


    I froze, then tried to look away.


    Sebastian’s breath caught. He gently turned my face away.


    "Don’t look there."


    I tried to turn back, but he held me in ce.


    "How is that my fault?" I muttered. "You’re the one who pulled me onto yourp. You set this up, and now you’re mad I noticed? That’s rich."


    A faint blush touched his usuallyposed face. Then he chuckled softly.


    "Fair enough. My self-control might need some work. I may need you to help me practice."


    I rolled my eyes but didn’t move. My face was still burning.


    "What were you and Harper talking about?" he asked, voice quieter now. "Was it about the baby?"


    My stomach tightened.


    "After my little performance yesterday, Harper put two and two together. She just wanted to check in."


    "And your very loyal friend didn’t offer any advice?" he asked, voicepletely calm.


    "Please. Harper’s practically your employee now. She wouldn’t dare conspire against the big bad Alpha."


    Sebastian tilted his head slightly. "So... she did say something."


    I frowned. "If you’re so worried about her influencing me, why did you even let here see me? You could’ve told Liam to stop her downstairs."


    He gently squeezed my shoulder. "Don’t get upset."


    Sebastian kept his tone calm, but I could hear something harder underneath.


    "I’m not mad at her," he said. "Even if she gave you advice I don’t agree with, that’s what friends are supposed to do. She’s trying to protect you."


    He paused, then added, "And so am I. But this baby isn’t just your concern. You shouldn’t have to handle it alone. I need to be involved."


    He brushed a strand of hair from my face. "Our child deserves both parents. And I need to make sure their mother doesn’t make any... impulsive decisions. Especially if someone else is pushing her."


    Trantion: Don’t even think about doing anything without telling me.


    I sped his hand sweetly, matching his fake calm. "Wow. That’s so considerate of you. I’m really touched."


    He smiled, squeezing my hand in return. "As I should be."


    I could hear his silent sigh, even if he didn’t make a sound.


    The room went quiet. Neither of us spoke.


    Thankfully, a knock at the door broke the tension.


    Liam’s voice came through."Dinner’s ready."


    Sebastian stood and offered me his hand. He walked me to the dining area with his palm resting gently at the small of my back.


    As soon as I sat down, Liam started fussing like a retired butler with no off switch.


    "Cecilia, the Alpha mentioned greasy food’s been bothering you," he said, setting dishes in front of me. "So I kept everything light tonight. Let me know if anything doesn’t sit right."


    His tone was polite, but his eyes were gleaming with too much... awareness. Too much warmth.


    Was I imagining things, or did he know too?


    His grandfatherly smile made it hard to believe otherwise.


    I sighed.


    Tang really needs to shut up.


    I stared at my te, appetite flickering like a dying light. My stomach wasn’t exactly excited.


    Sebastian nced at me, then leaned back in his seat.


    "What’s wrong? Food not dramatic enough for you?"


    I rolled my eyes. "Just taking a moment."


    "You haven’t eaten all day," he said, picking up his fork. "You need to keep your strength up. Or do I need to spoon-feed you?"


    I shot him a look. "Try it and lose a hand."


    He smirked but didn’t push. Only when I started eating did he finally dig into his own meal.


    The dinner passed mostly in silence, with the asional clink of ceramic or the rustle of napkins. He didn’t rush me. Just stayed there, steady and quiet, like a shadow that had no intention of leaving.


    He stayed with me through the quiet dinner, then followed me to the balcony as the sky deepened into night. When the air turned cool, he walked me back to my room.


    Everything seemed fine.


    Then I walked toward the bathroom and realized he was right behind me.


    I turned swiftly, startled.


    "Why are you following me?" I asked, a little sharper than intended.


    He didn’t blink. "You’re unsteady."


    "I’m fine."


    He looked at me for a long second, eyes scanning my face like I was some equation he’d already solved.


    "What if you slip and fall?" he asked, voice soft but serious. "You seem distracted tonight. I’m worried."


    I turned, eyebrows raised."I’m notfortable with someone sitting around while I shower."


    "I won’t look," he said,pletely straight-faced. "I’ll just sit nearby and read a book."


    I froze.


    The image in my head? Me in the shower, him on a chair with a book, acting like that waspletely normal.


    "Then I’m not showering," I said, already walking back toward the bed. "I’ll do it in the morning."


    He followed. "That’s fine. Sleep’s more important."


    I was halfway into the covers when he pulled back the other side.


    Wait. What?


    "You’re sleeping here?" I asked slowly.


    "What if you wake up thirsty or need to pee? You could bump into something half-asleep."


    I shot him a look. "I’m pregnant, not helpless."


    He didn’t flinch. "Better safe than sorry."