Filed to story: Watch Me Win Alpha (Olivia & Ethan)
Ethan dragged me out of the club and down the steps to his car. He opened the back door, tossed me in, and climbed in himself.
My head spun. Being carried upside down and then thrown like that.
He grabbed a wet wipe from the glove compartment and began wiping his face silently.
Then he finally spoke. “Why were you there? You came to catch me, didn’t you?”
As he wiped his cheek, I noticed something just behind the tissue box.
A foil wrapper
A condom.
– gold, neatly tucked behind the tissue box.
The sight of it made my stomach turn. I looked away immediately and reached for the door handle.
“I’m not staying in this car,” I said.
He pulled me back roughly. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“Home,” I said, my breathing uneven. “I want to go home.”
“Stop making trouble, Olivia. My patience is running out.”
I didn’t answer. Just sat there, breathing hard.
“Harold!” Ethan called out toward the club. “Drive.”
Harold came out a minute later, nodded, and got into the front seat.
The ride was silent. I stayed pressed against the farthest side of the car, arms crossed, staring out the window.
By the time we reached the house, I opened the door and got out before the engine had fully stopped.
Inside, I went straight to the kitchen and poured a full glass of ice water. I drank all of it in one go.
Only then did I feel something close to normal.
When I walked back out, Ethan was sitting in the living room. I didn’t ask why.
I sat down across from him.
It was quiet for a while. Then he said, “I was there to talk business. A new project.”
I said nothing.
“You showing up and making a scene like that – it embarrassed me:”
He kept going. “You looked ridiculous. Screaming, throwing drinks. Like a jealous shrew.”
I stared at him.
He looked back at me, like he expected me to deny it.
“Is that all?” I asked.
His brows drew together. “If you want our relationship to work, you need to stop being paranoid all the time. I don’t have time for your insane suspicions.”
I nodded. “Got it. Anything else?”
He stared at me. “Do you know how annoying you are right now?”
I stood up slowly.
He won’t be annoyed much longer.
I went upstairs, changed into pajamas, and got into bed without another word.
He came up about an hour later and found me already asleep.
After showering, he got into bed quietly. I turned my back to him and inched closer to the edge, making sure our bod- ies wouldn’t touch.
That didn’t stop him.
He hugged me from behind and yanked me back into his arms, rough and without a word. He was tall, his Alpha strength undeniable, the raw power of a pack leader. With barely any effort, he held me in place, his grip unyielding, making it clear that resisting would be pointless.
I spent the night stiffly, barely moving.
By morning, I hadn’t slept at all. I went downstairs and made breakfast for myself milk. I sat alone at the dining table and started eating in silence.
– toast, boiled eggs, a glass of
Ethan came down a little while later, dressed for work. He glanced toward me but didn’t say anything at first. He walked halfway to the door, then stopped. A few seconds passed before he turned around and walked over.
He leaned in close to my car.
“This weekend,” he said gently, “let’s go out to sea. Just the two of us. Clear our heads a little.”
I took a sip of milk and replied without looking at him. “Hmm.”
That was it.
On Friday, he broke the promise.Said he had to fly to London for a project. An urgent meeting, supposedly.
I wasn’t surprised. I didn’t feel anything- – no disappointment, no anger. Just nothing.
Maybe he hasn’t noticed we haven’t shared a meal in weeks. We don’t talk. We don’t go anywhere. We don’t spend time like people in a marriage – not even like people who live under the same roof.
He says divorce is out of the question, but I already feel like someone who doesn’t exist to him.
If I disappeared tomorrow, I genuinely doubt he would even notice.
Over the weekend, I started moving books out of the study. Stacked them into a suitcase and took them to my new apartment. The place was smaller. Simpler. But it felt like mine.
While I was organizing the shelf, my phone rang.
Melina.
I hesitated, then picked up. “Hello, Luna Melina.” Ever since I married his son eight years ago, she still asks me to call her luna.
She snorted arrogantly. “Come over now. We need to put down in writing what we discussed earlier.”
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