Filed to story: Watch Me Win Alpha (Olivia & Ethan)
“Olivia,” he greeted, unusually polite. “Are you busy this evening?”
I glanced at the barely touched plate in front of me. “Not particularly. Why?”
There was a pause, long enough for me to sense that this wasn’t just a friendly check-in. With Mike, it never was.
“Well,” he cleared his throat, “Alpha Alexander needs his dressings changed. Normally Gai handles it, but he’s tied up out of town, and I have to visit my mother-she had a fall this morning, nothing serious, but I need to be there”
I frowned, my fingers tightening around the edge of the table. “Oh…”
Mike must’ve caught the hesitation in my voice.
“You’re the only one who knows his medication routine,” he added gently. “And you’re… trusted.”
The word hung there. Trusted.
I exhaled quietly. “You don’t have a nurse on call?”
“We do,” he admitted. “But he doesn’t like strangers fussing over him, especially with wounds. He didn’t say it, but… he’d probably prefer it if it was you.”
I swallowed, trying to ignore the memory of our last encounter
-the way he looked at me like I’d imagined something that wasn’t there, like I’d embarrassed both of us by showing up with fruit and concern.
“I don’t think he’d want to see me,” I said quietly,
“He didn’t say that,” Mike replied. “Actually, he didn’t say anything about it at all. But I know him. He won’t ask directly”
I pressed the bridge of my nose, closing my eyes. “This morning he barely looked at me.””
Mike’s voice softened. “That’s his way of showing you’re not just anyone.”
I didn’t know what that meant, and I didn’t want to ask.
Finally, I sighed. “Fine. I’ll come after dinner.”
“Thanks, Olivia,” he said, relief in his tone. “Just knock when you get there. I’ll let him know”
The call ended, but the unease didn’t. I stared at my food, now completely cold, and pushed it aside.
The rest of the afternoon crawled by. I kept trying to rehearse what I’d say-how to keep things polite, professional, how to ignore the knot in my chest that still hadn’t gone away since last night. By the time I stepped out of my apartment, night had fallen, and the penthouse lights glowed faintly overhead.
I took the elevator up, carrying the small bag Mike had left with the fresh gauze, ointments, and pain relief meds.
When the doors slid open, I stepped into the dim hallway, the familiar silence wrapping around me like fog.
My feet stopped in front of his door.
I raised a hand. Then hesitated.
This was just a favor. A simple favor.
That’s what I told myself before I finally knocked Alpha
Alexander’s bedroom.
“Come in, Alexander’s voice called from inside-cool and composed as ever.
I pushed the door open and stepped in. The lights in the bedroom were dim, shadows gathered in the corners, and Alexander sat on the edge of the bed in a plain black shirt and lounge pants. His back was straight, one arm braced lightly on the nightstand. He looked up as I entered, his expression unreadable.
“I heard…” I cleared my throat. “I heard you needed your dressing changed.”
He gave a small nod. “Mike’s busy!”
So are a dozen nurses in this city, I thought, but kept it to myself.
“Where’s the medicine cabinet?”
He gestured to the locker room without looking.
I found the first aid kit tucked neatly inside a shelf and carried it back, placing it quietly on the edge of the bed. The antiseptic, gauze, and ointment were all there, perfectly labeled, everything clinical and cold. Just like the room. Just like him.
I sat down beside the kit and took a breath. “I’ll start.”
He nodded again but didn’t move.
I opened the antiseptic bottle and fumbled for a cotton pad. His wound was on his lower back… which meant…
I paused.
He hadn’t taken off his shirt.
Was he… waiting?
I looked up and found him watching me, calm, like he had all the time in the world. There wasn’t a hint of embarrassment in his gaze-just patience. Or indifference. I couldn’t tell which one made me feel more awkward.
“Well?” he asked coolly. “Not planning to drug me, are you?”
“What?” I blinked.
He tilted his head slightly. “You’ve been staring at my back for a while now!”
I flushed. “No-I’m just… I mean, I need to see the wound.”
He raised an eyebrow, still unmoving. “Then take it off.”
I froze. “What?”
“My shirt.” He leaned back slightly, making no move to help. “Unless you want me to do it myself and risk tearing the stitches.”
Yve inside my head let out a dramatic sigh.”Just take it off already. He’s injured, not inviting you to bed.”
“Shut up,” I muttered under my breath.
“What?” Alexander asked, amused.
“Nothing.” I stared at his shoulder and refused to meet his eyes.
“I’ll do it.”
His expression didn’t change. He simply waited.
I wiped my palms against my thighs to dry the sudden sweat. My fingers reached for the hem of his shirt, and I inhaled slowly, quietly.
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