Filed to story: Watch Me Win Alpha (Olivia & Ethan)
“It feels like a knife that never stops twisting in your chest. Like you’re dying every day but you don’t get the mercy of actually dying. Just… rotting while the person you love makes a fool of you in silence.”
His face twisted in pain.
“What did I do wrong?” I asked softly. “Was it because I was too loyal? Too trusting? Or just… too convenient?”
He reached out, but I stepped back. Right then, the double doors swung open.
A team of uniformed werewolf officers walked in.
They moved quickly, presenting formal warrants, and the room filled with the buzz of shocked whispers again. The officers headed toward Amelia, Chole, and Ethan. Chole tried to hide behind her mother, and Amelia tried to reason with the captain. Ethan barely blinked as cuffs snapped around his wrists.
The show was over.
One by one, the guests slipped away, whispering behind their hands. The grand ballroom emptied, leaving behind nothing but dropped napkins, champagne stains, and the echo of shattered reputations.
I waited. Waited until even Alexander had left-his tall, steady figure fading out the glass doors before I dared to move.
Then, I walked out the back of the hotel and made my way to the small park that wrapped behind the building. The night was still. Trees swayed gently above. I found one and leaned against it, too drained to sit, too stubborn to col- lapse.
I knew the truth: Ethan wasn’t involved in the attack. Not directly. It had been Amelia and Chole who conspired to get my signature.
But I hadn’t mentioned that to the police.
He deserved to suffer a little as well.
For the silence. For the betrayal. For every time I cried in the bathroom with the water running to hide the sound.
I stared up at the trees, letting the night wind dry the tears.
That’s when I heard it-footsteps approaching on the grass.
And a moment later, a scent drifted into the air.
Warm. Clean. Deep and grounding, like freshly split cedar and smoke kissed by pine. It curled around me gently, calming.
Olivia’s POV
I looked up.
Alexander stood there quietly, hands in his pockets, the moonlight catching the sharp lines of his face. His beautiful eyes met mine.
“Why are you hiding here, brooding?” he asked. “Shouldn’t you be happy? You got your revenge.”
I paused. For a second, I wanted to smile, even laugh, but there was nothing left inside me to lift. “I’m just tired,” I muttered, looking away. “That’s all.”
I wanted to ask him-Why are you following me? Why are you always there when I break?
But the words never came out. My throat tightened, and I just… stayed quiet.
Alexander didn’t push. He stood there for a few seconds longer, silent. Then he spoke again.
“You should go home. Get some rest.”
I straightened immediately, almost like I was being scolded. “You’re right,” I said, brushing down my skirt and trying to fix my expression. “I’ll head back now.”
I turned, took a few unsteady steps in my heels, then stopped and turned back halfway.
“Thank you,” I said softly. “For today.”
He didn’t reply. Just nodded once.
I flagged down a cab and rode back to the apartment. The city felt quieter than usual, maybe because my own head had gone silent.
By the time I reached my building and took the elevator up, I was just ready to collapse. But the moment the elevator doors opened on my floor, I froze.
Alexander was already inside.
I blinked, not sure if I was hallucinating. But no-he was real. Standing like it was the most natural thing in the world, his arms folded, his expression unreadable as always.
I stepped in with forced calm, hit the fingerprint lock for my apartment door, and glanced up at him with a strained smile.
“Alpha Alexander must be tired too,” I said awkwardly. “Long day.”
“Yeah,” he replied simply, stepping out with me. “Came back to bed.”
I swallowed. “Same here.”
He walked close behind me, then suddenly asked, “So?”
“So….?” I echoed, completely lost. My mind blanked at his tone-calm, but expectant. His eyes never left mine.
I had no answer.
When I entered my room, I tossed my bag on the floor, shut the door behind me, and kicked off my heels.
Then, I dropped onto the couch and closed my eyes.
Ethan’s POV
I stared at the photographs spread across the cold metal table. Seven pictures in total-six men, one woman.
Rogues. Criminals. Monsters.
My throat went dry.
The officer across from me watched my reaction closely. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the images. I imagined Olivia in that hotel room, drugged, tied up, surrounded by these men. My stomach twisted, bile rising to my throat.
“What if they had touched her? What if they had-“I couldn’t even say it out loud.
I dropped my gaze and swallowed hard.
The officer didn’t flinch. He leaned forward. “Mr. Hawthrone, your wife’s statement says she attempted to call you three times after being sedated and locked in the hotel suite.”
I nodded slowly, afraid of what was coming.
“You didn’t answer the first two calls,” he continued. “The third went unanswered for a while… and when it finally connected, it wasn’t you who picked up.”
The cop reached for the file beside him, pulled out a USB stick, and slid it into the laptop on the table.
“She recorded that call. We’re going to play it for you.”
A second officer pressed the play button.
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