Filed to story: Watch Me Win Alpha (Olivia & Ethan)
He never walks that fast unless something’s wrong.
“Sir, I just got a message from Olivia Whitmore.”
I looked up.
“She texted me, but… something’s off.”
He handed me his phone.
The screen displayed a partial message. “I’m here…” followed by a string of letters that didn’t form any real word.
“athekp”
I frowned. Read it twice.
Not a typo. Not autocorrect. A random string under pressure. A warning.
I stood. “Call her.”
Mike tapped quickly. No answer. I took the phone from him and started a video call instead.
It rang. Then connected.
The screen was black, jittery. Some movement-walls flashing by. There was faint, rapid breathing. Something scuffed against the floor. A sharp sound like a shoe catching on tile. Then-
A muffled voice. Barely audible. But it was Olivia.
She wasn’t okay.
I ended the call. “Get to the front desk. Find out if she checked in. Now.”
Mike was already moving.
I grabbed my jacket and left the suite.
The hallway was too quiet for this time of night.
Mike called back within two minutes. “They said a woman matching her description came in just after seven. Dropped off a package. Didn’t leave. No record of her checking into a room. Just… disappeared.”
I was already moving.
“Where did they say she went?”
“They don’t know. One staff member said she was headed toward the tea room, but didn’t see her return.”
“Send me the hotel layout. Call security. Quietly.”
I turned the corner fast.
Someone had moved her off the grid inside a hotel I was staying in.
Olivia’s POV
They threw me onto the bed like a rag doll.
The room reeked of sweat and filth. There were five-no, six-men in towels standing around with disgusting smirks on their faces. Rogues. I could smell it through the chemical burn in my nostrils. My heart pounded against my ribs like a warning drum, but my limbs felt numb.
On the bed, laid out at the foot, were objects I refused to let my eyes linger on-restraints, sex toys, syringes filled with thick yellow liquid.
Wolfsbane.
“Yve,” I whispered in my mind. “Can you fight? Can you take over?”
No response.
“Yve-please.”
Still nothing.
The drug was working.
“Pretty little thing,” one of the rogues muttered as he circled the bed.
“She looks even better than the picture,” another added, licking his lips.
I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t scream. I tried to sit up, but one of them shoved me back down by the shoulder.
“She’s already going under,” the first one laughed. “Guess we better hurry.”
Then came a voice-female. The waitress. She’d shed her smile now. Her face was blank, cold.
She pulled the agreement from my bag. “Don’t forget to mark this, sweetie.”
I stared at her blankly as she forced the paper under my hand and pressed it against the inkpad, then onto the page. “There. Legal and clean. Thanks for cooperating.”
“Who are you?” I rasped.
Her eyes flickered with amusement. “Your husband doesn’t want to pay after the divorce. This just makes it easier.”
Her words hit me like a slap.
My body went cold. “Ethan… ?”
“No need to look so surprised,” she said. “He said you wouldn’t take it well. But don’t worry, once the footage is done, no one will be talking about compensation anymore.”
I refused to believe it. Ethan was cruel. A liar. A cheater. But this?
I fumbled for my phone with trembling hands. My fingers were slippery, weak, but I unlocked the screen and called him.
It rang.
Then-click. He cut the call.
I called again. This time it didn’t even ring fully.
Third time-I got an answer.
But it wasn’t him.
“Hi, darling,” Chole’s voice purred. “Miss me?”
I went still. My breath locked in my chest.
New Book: Veiled Desires of the Alpha King Novel
Dayson was the alpha of the largest pack in North America. Powerful figures from other packs sought to offer gorgeous girls as potential mates for Dayson. He steadfastly rejected these advances, he was not a pawn to be manipulated. But eventually there came a mysterious girl he could hardly say No. Who was she?