All Chapters of The Alpha Who Ruined Me: Chapter 61 - Chapter 65

I didn’t expect the move to happen within the hour.But Sebastian doesn’t make empty decisions.By 1:17 a.m., two black SUVs were waiting in the underground garage.By 1:23, our apartment lights were off.By 1:25, we were gone.I stared out the tinted window as the city blurred past.“This is dramatic,” I muttered.“It’s necessary,” Sebastian replied calmly.He sat beside me, not touching me, but close enough that I could feel the steady, controlled tension radiating from him. He was on his phone when we entered the vehicle. Not casual scrolling.Directives.Short sentences.Clear instructions.“Yes.”“No movement until I say so.”“Rotate the men at the south entrance.”“I want eyes on every approach.”Every approach.My stomach tightened.I turned to look at him. “How many people work for you?”He didn’t look up from his phone. “Enough.”“That’s not an answer.”“It’s the only one you need right now.”I crossed my arms. “I thought you were done with that world.”He finally glanced at

The meeting was set for eight.Sebastian hadn’t said much since the call.He’d shifted into something quieter.Colder.More precise.Men moved in and out of the safe house with updated routes, encrypted devices, secondary vehicles. Every detail was reviewed twice. Every entrance double-checked.This wasn’t preparation for a conversation.This was preparation for fallout.I stood near the balcony doors—reinforced glass, bullet-resistant—watching the courtyard below when another vehicle pulled in through the gates.Not one of the SUVs from last night.This one was matte gray. Unmarked. Clean.It didn’t hesitate at the checkpoint.The guards waved it through immediately.Sebastian, who had been mid-instruction, paused.He didn’t look surprised.Just expectant.The car door opened.And the man who stepped out didn’t look like one of Sebastian’s corporate security team.He moved differently.Like someone who’d been in fights and survived them.Tall. Lean. Dark jacket. No tie. No unnecessar

By morning, it wasn’t quiet anymore.The war Sebastian warned me about?It didn’t begin with gunshots.It began with headlines.I woke to Marcus knocking on my door.Not urgent.Not panicked.But controlled in that way that meant something had shifted.“Come downstairs,” he said. “You should see this.”Sebastian was already in the living room, standing in front of one of the large wall screens. Multiple news outlets were playing simultaneously.Financial channels.Business blogs.Political commentary.And at the center of all of it—His name.SEBASTIAN CROWE REJECTS SYNDICATE MERGER PROPOSALThe words scrolled in bold across the screen.My stomach dropped.“They went public,” I said.“Yes,” Sebastian replied calmly.He didn’t look surprised.“They expected me to negotiate privately,” he added. “I refused that too.”Marcus folded his arms.“They released a statement at 6 a.m. Framed it as strategic disagreement.”“And?” I asked.“And Sebastian countered,” Marcus said.I looked at him.