Filed to story: Watch Me Win Alpha (Olivia & Ethan)
In the car, she wouldn’t stop crying.
She cried into my shirt, soaking it until the fabric clung to my skin. I shifted her awkwardly onto my lap, trying not to let her fall apart entirely. Tissues piled on the seat beside us. Mike didn’t say a word. He just kept driving, fast and silent.
She finally slumped, drained. Her head against my chest.
I told Heath not to get excited.
“She smells like Lilies,” he said.
“Heath! Would you stop with that?” I shot back.
But I didn’t push her away.
Her face tilted and pressed into the side of my neck. My jaw tensed. I held my breath.
“Don’t,” I said to Heath again.
He only chuckled inside my head, smug. “Too late. You like it.”
“Shut up.”
Still, I adjusted her gently and pressed her head back to my shoulder.
We pulled into the private hospital just past midnight. The nurses were waiting at the door. I stepped out and handed her over. One nurse held her steady while the others guided her toward a stretcher.
“She’ll be okay, right?” I asked, not looking any of them in the eye.
“Yes, Alpha,” the nurse replied.
I gave a curt nod and stood by as they wheeled her inside.
Olivia’s POV
When I opened my eyes, the ceiling lights above me blurred into shapes. My limbs felt heavy, but not restrained. For a few seconds, I didn’t know where I was. Then I turned my head.
Alexander was sitting at the edge of the bed, his elbows on his knees, his shirt wrinkled, sleeves rolled up to the fore- arms. The top three buttons were undone. His head was tilted slightly forward like he’d dozed off while waiting.
Yve stirred inside me-weak but conscious-and her voice rang loud in my mind.He saved us.
I cleared my throat, but it came out dry and hoarse.” Alpha Alex…”
His head snapped up. “You’re awake.”
“Ah…” Alexander hesitated for a while. “Do you remember anything what you are here for?”
I nodded slowly, then whispered, “I remember.”
His gaze didn’t soften. “How much?”
“Enough,” I said bitterly, looking away. “I wasn’t completely unconscious. Just… couldn’t move. I heard them. Felt everything.”
There was a beat of silence before he spoke again. “There’s good news and bad news. Which do you want first?”
“Both,” I said, my voice flat.
He exhaled through his nose. “The good news is… they didn’t touch you. You were sedated. No physical harm.”
I nodded faintly, blinking at the ceiling.
He went on, “The bad news is… the person who arranged it wasn’t a stranger. It was your boyfriend.”
My hand clenched the blanket tightly. “I know.”
He looked at me then. Not with pity, but with something harder to read-maybe restraint. “We have all of them in custody. You can press charges. Or handle it privately.”
“You’ve helped me enough already,” I said, trying to sit up straighter. “I’ll take it from here.”
He didn’t argue. Just gave a soft, dry chuckle.
Before I could respond, my phone buzzed on the bedside table. I reached for it and saw Dad’s name on the screen. It was nearly 1:00 a.m.
I took a breath and answered, forcing cheer into my voice. “Dad?”
“Where are you?” His voice was tight with concern.
“Still out with a friend at the club. I lost track of time,” I lied smoothly.
He sighed, probably tired, but didn’t press. “Just get home safe.”
“I will.”
I hung up and stared at the black screen, guilt settling like a stone in my chest.
Alexander was still watching. “You should stay here. Rest.”
“No.” I shook my head. “If I don’t go home, my mom won’t sleep a wink.”
He raised an eyebrow. “And what if they see… all this?”
I looked down at my wrists. Red marks circled them, faint but visible. I forced a small laugh. “I’ll say I passed out drunk. Cover it up with some makeup.”
He didn’t say anything.
Suddenly, tears filled up my eyes and I tried hard to blink them back.
“Why do I want to cry again?” I muttered, trying to smile. “This is embarrassing.”
Alexander’s voice was quiet. “Then cry.”
I looked up.
“You’ve cried all night already. A little more won’t matter.”
I didn’t reply. There was nothing to say.
Around 2:00 a.m., he arranged for someone to drive me home. Before leaving, I touched up my face, dabbing on con- cealer to hide the redness and swelling.
When I stepped inside, the house was quiet. Mom poked her head out of the bedroom. I waved casually.
“Sorry, I drank a bit. Going to sleep now.”
She didn’t ask anything. Just nodded and shut the door.
