Filed to story: Watch Me Win Alpha (Olivia & Ethan)
The concierge gave a slight nod, no questions asked. That was the vibe of this place. I checked my phone and mes- saged Amelia to say I’d arrived. Within a minute, a hotel staff member approached and led me down a long hallway to a private tea room.
When I walked in, Amelia was already seated. She wore a dark green dress, fitted to perfection, with her hair swept up neatly. The scent of rose and cardamom clung faintly to the air around her. She smiled, but there was no warmth in
“Sit,” she said calmly, gesturing to the seat across from her.
I sat down but didn’t bother with pleasantries. “Where’s the agreement?” I asked, keeping my voice flat. “I don’t have time to play games.”
“Have some tea first,” she replied smoothly, motioning to the pot between us. “Let’s talk slowly.”
“I’d rather not,” I said. My eyes narrowed as I stared at the cup. “Unless this is poisoned?”
Her smile sharpened. “If you’re that afraid, don’t drink.”
I pushed the cup aside without touching it. “Then stop wasting time. Let’s get to the point.”
Her expression tightened. She pulled out a folder and slid it across the table to me.
I opened it and began reading. It was mostly about compensation-like the previous version-but this one was much longer, ten pages or more. Buried between legalese and irrelevant filler were a few red flags that made me pause.
I scanned each section, my jaw tightening the further I read. She was counting on me losing patience, maybe even skipping past important clauses.
I flipped back to one that stood out in bold:” Should either party engage in any intimate or inappropriate relationship with another individual prior to the official registration of divorce, the settlement agreement shall be considered void.”
My stomach tensed.
I wasn’t guilty of anything, but the wording gave too much room for interpretation. And it made me feel like someone was setting a trap.
“I need to show this to my lawyer,” I said coolly, closing the folder. “I’ll respond by tomorrow noon.”
“No,” Amelia said quickly, her tone suddenly sharp. “It must be signed today.”
I looked at her, unimpressed. “You just said it can be modified. So why this urgency? Why this version?”
She didn’t answer the question. Instead, she leaned back and folded her arms. “Because it must be this agreement.”
I offered her a small, tired smile. “Fine. Then I’ll call my lawyer. If they say it’s fine, I’ll sign.”
Without waiting for a reply, I stood up, clutching the folder. “Give me a minute,” I said, already turning for the door.
She didn’t stop me.
The moment I stepped out of that tea room, I moved quickly. I didn’t want to stay another second in that place.
In the elevator, I stared down at the folder in my hand. Ten pages.
It was too long, too vague, and too dangerous.
Especially that clause.
I had a bad feeling about it.
Olivia’s POV
The hotel hallways felt different now.
Too quiet.
No distant footsteps, no chatter, not even the usual hum of soft music that most luxury places played to fill the si- lence. I walked with a steady pace, trying not to let my uneasiness show. The walls were polished, the carpets too clean, the lighting just dim enough to feel off.
I reminded myself- Amelia wouldn’t do anything reckless now. The Hawthrone family had power, yes, but not enough reason. They had already won. Ethan would get his clean break. Amelia would get her headlines. And I… would be gone.
I took a deep breath and checked the time on my phone. 7:40 p.m.
I typed out a message to Mike as I moved toward the main lobby: “I’m here…”
That’s when it happened.
A woman in a staff uniform turned the corner quickly and bumped right into me.
“Oh, I’m so sorry, ma’am,” she said, her, tone rushed and nervous. She looked like a hotel server-tight bun, tray tucked under one arm, black slacks and a crisp shirt.
“It’s fine,” I said automatically, distracted by my phone.
But the next second, I felt a sharp prick on the side of my neck.
My hand flew up in reflex, but it was already too late.
“What the hell-” I tried to say, but my voice didn’t come out fully.
The woman muttered, “Careful, let me help you,” as she slipped one arm under mine, like she was assisting me. But her grip was too tight, too deliberate. I stumbled, my legs suddenly shaky.
Yve, my wolf, howled in warning inside me. Something’s wrong. Danger. Run.
But my limbs weren’t listening.
My vision blurred, and my knees buckled slightly as I was led away, down a side corridor off the main hall. I knew this hotel had dozens of quiet exits, private rooms, hidden service routes.
I wasn’t being helped. I was being taken.
Panic set in fully now, but my body refused to cooperate. My breath hitched, heart pounding, and I felt myself sway- ing like I might pass out. My fingers twitched. I couldn’t scream, but I remembered one thing-
My phone.
It was still in my pocket.
I fumbled for it, my hands shaking, my fingers barely working. The screen was still open to the message for Mike.
I couldn’t see clearly anymore. My eyes weren’t focusing, but I could feel the keyboard. I tapped blindly-maybe one or two more letters. Anything.
My thumb hit send.
The message went out.
Then everything started to go black.
Alexander’s POV
The meeting with Twilight Pack ran longer than expected. We closed with whiskey.
I don’t drink much. One glass-enough to relax, not enough to forget.
I was in the lounge of my suite at the Ashmoon Hotel, sitting in silence, eyes half-shut. Mike entered without knock- ing. His footsteps were brisk.
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