Filed to story: Watch Me Win Alpha (Olivia & Ethan)
I gave him a bland look.
He put it on speaker.
It rang once before a familiar voice answered, faintly groggy.
“Hello?”
“Olivia! It’s Mike,” he chirped. “I heard Ava had to leave, and we were just wondering-do you need anything? Help? Company?
Soup?”
“I… I’m okay,” she said after a beat. “I didn’t know Ava told you.”
“She had to as she is your dear friend. How could she leave you unattended?” Mike grinned. “Anyway, would you mind us, taking care of you? Alpha Alexander also thought it would be better if maybe you could come upstairs for dinner?”
I shot him a look that could vaporize a tree. When did I say anything like that?
“-I mean, all of us. As a team.”
Olivia laughed lightly. “Thanks, Mike, but I ordered takeout already. Don’t want to trouble anyone.””
“Oh, come on. Takeout? You’re injured. You need real food.
Bone broth. Chicken soup. Something Alpha-quality”
I pinched the bridge of my nose.
Mike beamed. “It would refresh and heal you in no time.”
Olivia hesitated. “If it’s not too much trouble…”
“No trouble at all!” Mike said triumphantly. “Consider it part of our company’s unmatched employee care program.”
He hung up and looked at me, full of purpose. “You heard her.
She’s too polite to ask, but she needs it.”
I nodded slightly and closed my book.
He started pacing again. “Alpha, I have got an small issue.”
“What!”
“Actually, I am still cooking the soup and it might get late if I go and call Olivia myself. Can you go instead of me and accompany her, here? Please?”
Olivia’s POV
When I opened the door on my crutches, I expected to see
Mike’s sheepish grin or maybe even Gai’s laid-back smirk.
But instead, it washim.Alpha Alexander. Standing right there in his housecoat, like this was normal. Like I should’ve been expecting him.
My grip on the doorknob tightened. “Alpha Alexander?”
He nodded once, calm as ever. “Mike’s watching the soup. I was sent to escort you. Are you ready to go upstairs?”
The way he said “escort” made me feel like I was some fragile royal being wheeled around for public display.
I wanted to say no. But all that came out was a pathetic, “Okay.”
Before I could blink, Alexander had already stepped in and lifted me off the ground. I wasn’t prepared. My hands instinctively grabbed his shoulders, and I nearly squeaked.
“You didn’t have to carry me,” I mumbled, heart thumping. “I could’ve… I mean, I have crutches.”
“And take half an hour to climb one floor?” His voice was dry, but I caught a hint of amusement. “I’m not that patient, Olivia.”
I shut my mouth.
He settled me into the wheelchair with ease, his fingers brushing my side just a second too long. It made my skin burn.
This wasn’t supposed to feel this way. I wasn’t supposed to feel anything.
In the elevator, I stole a glance at his legs. Stupid. But the memory of my accidental thigh-touch earlier still haunted me. I could feel my cheeks heat up.
Followed by the memory of him looking at me in plane, longingly. I just couldn’t help with those memories returning.
Unfortunately, Alexandernoticed.
He looked down at me with an unreadable expression. “Something on your mind?”
“Nope,” I said way too fast. “Just… spacing out.””
“Mhm,” he muttered, clearly not convinced. His lips curled slightly, but he turned his gaze away.
When we reached the top floor, I expected him to take me straight to dinner. But no, he pushed me into the living room of his penthouse, which looked like something out of a luxury magazine-clean lines, dark wood, and minimal furniture.
“Dinner’s still a few minutes away,” Alexander said. “Thought we could get something done first.”
“What?” I asked, instinctively, but corrected my rudeness right away. “I mean, what are we supposed to do?”
He didn’t answer. Just pushed me toward a room. The den.
And then… he closed the door behind us. Why did he close the door like that? I hoped his intentions are not what I think they are.
I swallowed. “Um… why’d you close the door?”
He raised a brow. “Because it’s a den, Olivia. Not a public waiting lounge.”
Right. Totally normal.
He wheeled me up to a desk-his desk, apparently-and pulled out a stack of neatly arranged papers.
“Gai is gone for a while,” he said, placing them in front of me.
“These are some simple contract adjustments. Tell me if this is too hard.”
So, Gai was gone and I would serve as his replacement for now.
“Oh, this is what you meant earlier!” I muttered to myself but forgot that werewolves can hear sharper. Alexander must have heard it.
He tilted his head. “What did you say?”
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