Alpha Marked By A Ruthless Enigma (BL) Chapter 20 - 19: Walk Into lt

Harrison’s car ca to a quiet stop across from the club. The building stood tall, wrapped in glass from top to bottom. From the outside, it looked calm. Controlled. Untouchable.

Harrison watched the entrance. He didn’t blink. His driver looked at him through the mirror. "Sir... are you going in?"

"Not yet." A short silence followed. "The main guest hasn’t arrived." The driver nodded, but his grip tightened on the wheel. Ti passed as cars pulled up, doors opened, and people stepped out laughing and talking like the night was normal. Music slipped out each ti the entrance opened, then disappeared again. Harrison didn’t move. Didn’t shift. Didn’t look away.

Then a black car pulled up. The door opened, and Julius stepped out. Harrison watched every step he took before he reached the door. Julius adjusted his coat, opened the door, and went in. No pause. He didn’t know what was waiting for him inside.

The driver spoke again, lower now. "Sir... if sothing goes wrong..."

"No." Harrison didn’t look at him. "Let him go in." A pause followed. The driver kept quiet. "The drug..." Harrison’s voice stayed calm. "It won’t break him." Another silence followed. "He needs to see the type of woman she is."

Inside, Julius was led through the noise of the club and into a private room. The sound faded behind him as the door closed. The room went quiet. Everything was already prepared. Dim lighting. Clean table. Controlled air. Helen was waiting.

She sat with perfect posture, a glass placed neatly in front of her. Her expression was calm, but her fingers rested too tightly against the table. Julius took the seat across from her. "What’s going on?" he asked. "You sounded like sothing was wrong?"

"I missed you," Helen said. Julius didn’t react. "I know you didn’t call here because you missed ." Helen’s eyes shifted. "Then what do you think this is?"

"Say what you called here to say." Sothing shifted in her face. "What is going on with you? Why have you been avoiding ?"

"I’ve been busy," he replied.

"You’ve always been busy," she said quickly. "That has never stopped you before." Julius said nothing. "You still made ti. No matter how much work you had, you made ti for ." Her voice dropped. "So why now?"

"There’s a contract I’m handling. Things are heavy at the office." Helen shook her head. "You’ve handled worse." No answer ca. "You postponed the wedding." Julius didn’t speak. "Do you know how that made look?" Silence followed. "Everyone knows about us. Our families. Our circle. My colleagues."

Julius reached for the glass in front of him. "What do you expect to tell them? That my fiancé decided I wasn’t important enough?" He lifted the glass. For a second, everything felt normal. Then he drank.

The mont it went down, sothing shifted. Julius froze. Not visibly, but inside his body reacted at once. Heat. Fast. Sharp. Wrong. He placed the glass back on the table slowly, controlled. His eyes lifted to hers. "What did you do?"

Helen didn’t look away. For a second, sothing uncertain passed across her face. Then it hardened. "If you won’t do it my way, then I’ll do it myself."

Julius stood up, the chair moving back with a low sound. "You shouldn’t have done this." Helen stood too. "I didn’t have a choice."

"You always have a choice."

"You were pulling away."

"I was giving it ti." His voice lowered. "But after this... it’s over."

Helen froze, her expression cracking. "You don’t an that." "I do." "No."

Julius moved toward the door. "Open it." Helen stepped in front of him. "You’re not leaving." Julius stopped. The heat rose again, stronger now, crawling under his skin and getting out of control. "Move."

She said no matter what happened here today, she wouldn’t move. "You can’t walk out on ." Julius looked at her, cold and steady. "If I walk out of here, this ends."

She grabbed his arm. "You can’t do this to !"

"You know I love you, Julius. What did I ever do wrong?"

Silence filled the room. Heavy. Ugly. "Move out of my way," Julius said. His voice was cold, but his words burned. His heat rose, his scent sharp like fire.

"I have been asking myself why I postponed the wedding," he said. "Tonight, you showed why I should have done it long ago."

He looked at her and said, "If I find out this drug is serious, I will burn this building down."

A short pause.

"And you know what that ans."

Her grip loosened. "You’ve gone this far," she whispered. "I can go further."

The heat surged again, stronger this ti. His breathing shifted. His breathing turned rough. Helen saw it. Her eyes changed. "You feel it."

Julius’s face turned cold. "You drugged ." "I had to. You were already leaving." She stepped closer, reaching for him, trying to hold him, trying to keep him there. Julius pushed her away, hard enough to stop her. "Don’t touch ."

His voice was sharper now, less controlled. He turned to the door again, his hand closing around the handle. Locked. Of course. He turned back. Helen was watching him, waiting. "You can’t leave like this."

Julius’s voice dropped lower. "You should pray that I do." A second passed. Then a click. The lock released. Helen blinked. Julius didn’t ask. Didn’t wait. He opened the door and walked out.

The hallway seed longer than before. Bright. Empty. Julius kept moving, step after step. His body no longer obeyed him. The heat spread deeper, pulling, dragging, breaking through his control. His hand reached for his phone, but his grip wasn’t firm.

The screen blurred. He blinked once and kept moving toward the exit. The doors opened, and cold air hit him hard. He stepped forward and stopped. Soone was standing in front of him. Waiting for him.

Julius’s gaze dropped first to black shoes, clean, polished, not moving, familiar. His eyes lifted slowly, up to a dark coat and broad shoulders. A presence that didn’t move because it didn’t need to. Then Harrison.

Even through the haze, there was no mistake. Julius looked at him, and sothing inside him gave way. Not fear. Not anger. Sothing deeper.

The control he held snapped. His phone slipped from his hand, and his knees weakened. His body moved forward without command, without resistance. And this ti, he didn’t fight it.

Julius fell straight toward him.