Filed to story: Watch Me Win Alpha (Olivia & Ethan)
“Maybe they’re not worried because they know you’re protected.”
“Protected?”
“Liv, do you think people didn’t notice what Alexander did for you at the gala? That wasn’t just polite manners. That was a stand. The Windsors aren’t idiots. They’ll think twice before doing anything.”
That did make sense, though I hadn’t dwelled on it too much.
Mostly because Alpha Alexander had been completely avoiding me since I moved into his penthouse.
At first, I thought he was just busy. But then I realized-he was doing it for me. To avoid more gossip. To not make my recovery uncomfortable.
Thoughtful. Too thoughtful. It was messing with my head.
That evening, I offered to help Mike with dinner. He looked scandalized but handed me a pair of gloves and let me peel potatoes while he chopped vegetables.
“Have you seen Alexander today?” I asked, keeping my tone casual.
Mike hesitated. “He left this morning.”
“Work?”
“Family,” he said. “His parents called him in. For a blind date!””
I blinked. “A what?”
Mike chuckled. “Yep. As the Green Pack’s heir, his marriage is sort of… a public interest. Apparently, his mom’s worried he’ll die alone in a suit and a frown.”
I snorted. “Doesn’t he hate those kind of things?”
“He does. They tried once, two years ago. The girl cried halfway through and the waiter spilled wine on his coat. Never again.
But now that he’s back in China, they’re insisting.”
I looked down at the half-peeled potato in my hand. A blind date? Alexander?
“He’s… actually going?”
“Couldn’t get out of it,” Mike said. “Apparently, they’re trying to arrange an alliance through marriage. Very old-school.”
I didn’t know why it bothered me. It wasn’t like I had any say in who Alexander dated. He was calm, stoic, completely unattached to people-except when it came to defending me in public, cooking dinner, and picking me up like I weighed. nothing.
Maybe I just wasn’t used to someone like him being so… human.
Not a mystery or a myth. Just a man with parents who arranged dates and a pack waiting for a Luna.
“You okay?” Mike asked.
“Hm? Oh. Yeah.” I smiled. “I just thought someone like him would be immune to things like blind dates.””
“Even the mighty Alexander can’t dodge Mama’s wrath.”
“I guess not.” I laughed. “Anyways, I wish him a good luck. I hope he finds someone he can actually fall in love with!”
Suddenly, I heard a familiar voice.
“I didn’t expect you to still be here,” came Alexander’s voice from behind us, startling both me and Mike in the kitchen.
I turned quickly, almost dropping the spoon in my hand. He had just walked in from the hallway, dressed in a crisp black suit, his cufflinks catching the warm kitchen light. There was no coat, no briefcase, just his signature detached expression-except, this time, there was a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes.
“Oh, welcome back,” I said, awkwardly wiping my hands on the kitchen towel. “We were just… talking about the weather.””
Alexander raised an eyebrow. “The weather, huh?” His eyes shifted briefly to Mike, who looked like he was trying to disappear into the rice cooker.
I didn’t want him to know we were talking about his blind date.
Too late.
“You two seem to be very invested in my romantic future.” he added, voice cool with a sarcastic edge. “Maybe next time you can help my parents pick the girl too.”
I opened my mouth to respond, but he waved his hand lightly. as if dismissing the entire situation.
“Don’t worry,” he continued, tugging slightly at his cuff. “I wouldn’t want to miss ‘the one! Wouldn’t want to let a once-in- a-lifetime blind date pass me by.”
With that, he turned and walked back down the hallway, his footsteps slow and deliberate. I stood frozen by the counter, a strange mix of irritation and embarrassment tightening in my chest.
Mike, still hovering near the sink, gave me a look. “That wasn’t about you,” he said after a pause, “even if it felt like it.”
I sighed, finally sinking into the nearest kitchen chair. “No?
Because it definitely felt like it.”
“He doesn’t like being talked about when he’s not there. That’s all,” Mike offered gently. “And if it makes you feel better-he never takes these dates seriously. Last time he walked out halfway through.”
That actually did make me feel better, though I refused to let it show. I just nodded.
Later that evening, my phone buzzed. Unknown number.
I hesitated, then picked up.
“Olivia,” came a deep voice.
“Who’s this?” I asked cautiously.
“I am Bob Hawthrone.”
“Hello, Alpha Bob. How are you?” He’d never called me since he was always busy on his overseas business.
“I am good. I hope I’m not interrupting.”
“No, not at all,” I said, even though I kind of hoped he was.
“I’ll get straight to the point,” he continued. “I’d like you to come home tomorrow night. You and Ethan need to have a proper conversation.”
My throat tightened, but I didn’t speak. He was back?
“This situation between you two has gone on long enough.
Whatever happened… It needs to be settled face to face. You owe yourselves that much.”
I bit down on my lip, unsure if I wanted to laugh or scream.
“Mr. Hawthrone, I don’t owe Ethan anything. He-“
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?