Filed to story: Watch Me Win Alpha (Olivia & Ethan)
“You can’t just break something and expect to glue it back together because you feel bad later,” I said. “I’m not some toy you get to keep on a shelf until you miss me.”
“But I’m your mate,” he said, stepping forward again. “You’re my
Luna-“
“No,” I cut in. “I was your Luna. You threw that away the second you let someone else into your bed.””
Ethan’s jaw tightened.
And that’s when I heard it-movement in the doorway.
I turned sharply.
Alexander was standing there, one arm crossed over the other, his expression unreadable. His gaze shifted briefly between us, then settled on me. I swallowed hard.
How long had he been there?
Ethan noticed him too and stepped back quickly, trying to play it cool. “I, uh… I made some chicken and rice soup for you,” he said, suddenly fumbling for casual. “Would you like me to get it?”
I didn’t answer. I was still trying to decode the look on
Alexander’s face.
But he didn’t say anything. Didn’t walk in. Didn’t give Ethan a reaction.
He just looked at me for a moment longer, then turned and walked away.
The click of the door closing behind him echoed louder than it should have.
“Here,” Ethan said after a moment, walking toward the table with a thermos in hand. “I’ll just leave it here.”
“Put it down,” I said quietly, already exhausted.
He set it down on the bedside table, but he didn’t back away.
Instead, he crossed his arms and looked at me like I’d committed some kind of betrayal.
“Tell me something,” he said. “Do you want Alexander to feed you instead?”
I blinked. “What?”
“Is that what this is about? You want me gone so you can run into his arms?”
I stared at him, speechless for a second. “You’re unbelievable.”
“I’m serious,” he snapped. “I’ll believe nothing’s going on between you two if you resign and come home.”
I laughed, “You think this is about proving my innocence to you? You, of all people?”
He didn’t even flinch. “I’m still your husband.”
“No, you’re the man who slept with another woman while I was still healing from the wounds of our wedding night”
“That was… just to maintain the diplomatic relations between our clan,” he whispered.
“Oh! Shut up! I don’t want to hear any of your pathetic reasons,”
I said. “And, I’m not resigning. I’m not leaving. And I’m definitely not going back.”
“You’re using him to get back at me,” he said, almost childishly.
“You’re trying to make me jealous.”
“I’m doing my job,” I replied coldly.
Ethan took a deep breath, held it, then let it out through his nose. “Then I’ll stay,” he said quietly. “As your husband. I’ll take care of you!”
“I don’t need you to take care of me.”
“I’ll stay anyway,” he insisted. “Because you’re still mine.”
I turned away from him.
I could only ignore him now. Expecting Ethan to understand or obey was harder than training a feral dog.
An hour later, the door creaked open again.
Alexander walked in with Gai and Jess. I sat upright. My thigh still ached, but I didn’t want to seem fragile, especially not in front of her.
Jess stood awkwardly by the foot of the bed. She looked much calmer than the last time I saw her, though her eyes still held that calculating glint.
“I want to apologize,” she began, “For last night. I misunderstood your intentions, Olivia.”
I raised an eyebrow slightly but kept my tone neutral. “Apology accepted. I understand you were emotional.”
I knew the apology wasn’t for me. It was for Alexander.
Everything about her was always for Alexander.
Alexander didn’t speak at first. He just looked at me, then at the
IV line still taped to my hand.
“You should rest more,” he said. “And no more risking your life again.”
His tone was firm, protective. I felt a flutter in my chest, one I quickly silenced. Even Yve felt a hint of warmth in Alexander’s words.
Before I could respond, Ethan-who had been glaring from the couch-stood up.
“She’s in no condition to be anyone’s secretary,” he said sharply. “Especially yours.”
I blinked. “Excuse me?”
Jess took that moment to step forward, her voice lilting with eagerness. “If it helps, I can return as your secretary, Alexander.”
I almost laughed. Was this a coordinated ambush?
“Thanks but it is not needed,” I said plainly, turning to
Alexander. “and if this is a question of whether I want to resign
-then no. I don’t!”
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