Filed to story: Watch Me Win Alpha (Olivia & Ethan)
Bob cut in, still calm. “I’m not defending him. I know exactly what he’s done. And believe me, he’s not in my good graces right now. But running from the mess doesn’t clean it up.”
He paused, letting his words land. “Avoidance never helps,
Olivia. I would like it very much if you come here tomorrow night.”
I stared at the phone long after the call ended, Bob’s voice still ringing in my ears.
“You owe yourselves that much.”No, I didn’t. Not anymore.
But what I did owe myself was freedom. A clean slate. And that meant ending things once and for all.
The next morning, I called Bob back. My voice was calm, firm. “I’ll come,” I said. “Not for reconciliation-just to finalize the divorce. After that, I want nothing more to do with Ethan or the
Hawthrone Pack.”
There was a brief pause on the other end before Bob sighed.
“Understood.”
That was that.
When I told Mike over breakfast, he nearly dropped the pan he was flipping pancakes in. “You’re going where?”
“To the Hawthrone/Pack. One last time.”
He turned to me, spatula in hand, eyes narrowed. “Olivia, are you sure? What if this is another one of Ethan’s stunts? What if they guilt you again or pull something shady with the divorce terms?”
“That’s why I’m not going alone,” I said, calmly biting into toast. “I’ve already arranged for a pair of bodyguards. Ava helped me with it last night. They’ll stay close the whole time.”
Mike didn’t look convinced. “And your leg?”
I gave him a look. “I’ll go in a wheelchair. Pretend the injury hasn’t healed. If they think I’m still weak, they’ll drop their guard.”
He dropped into the chair across from me, rubbing his forehead. “You’re really pulling out the spy tactics, huh?”
“Just precautions,” I said with a small shrug. “I’m done being surprised by these people.””
Truth was, I didn’t trust a single soul in that house-except maybe Bob. And even that was conditional.
Ethan had crossed the line too many times. I had no doubt he’d try to win me over again-beg, cry, maybe even fake collapse- but I wasn’t the same woman anymore.
This time, I’d come prepared.
The Hawthrone Pack house hadn’t changed-still cold, still grand, still trying to convince everyone that what went on behind those perfect walls was just as polished.
I stepped inside with two bodyguards flanking me, the weight of the wheelchair adding false frailty to my posture. It wasn’t real. My leg had healed. But the performance was necessary. In this house, you were either playing the game or being played. I’d learned that the hard way.
Bob Hawthrone was seated alone at the far end of the dining table, arms folded over his tailored suit, gaze locked on me like I’d arrived late to a contract signing.
“Olivia,” he said, his voice neutral, but his eyes flicked to the tall bodyguard behind me. “Do you really think you’re in danger here?”
I gave him a polite smile. “No offense, Alpha Bob. But your son has a history of doing things when he’s angry. I’d rather not take any chances.”
His jaw ticked, just slightly. “You think Ethan would harm you?”
“I think he’s already harmed me in every way that counts.”
Bob exhaled and gestured toward the seat across from him. I nodded at the guard to roll me closer.
“Let’s talk directly then,” I said, before he could begin. “I want
Ethan to file for divorce, I want the partnership dissolved. cleanly. No drama, no press. Just signatures and silence”
“You came all this way just to demand that?” His tone was even, but I could see the restraint behind it.
“I came here because you asked. Now I’m saying what I came to say.”
He paused and studied me for a moment. Then he leaned forward.” Olivia, a man makes mistakes – it’s natural. We all must forgive sometimes, selflessly. And also, you’re aware that
Ethan still loves you.”
I snorted. “That’s not love, Bob. That’s obsession. Control. Guilt.
Regret. Call it anything but love.””
“He made a mistake. One that he regrets deeply.”
I blinked at him slowly. “So I’m supposed to spend the rest of my life with a man who would keep committing mistakes? That’s your pitch?”
“No.” He shook his head. “I’m offering you more than that. Stay with Ethan. Be the Luna you were meant to be. We’ll make it official. You’ll have full status, power, protection. And three hundred million in assets to your name.”
The number didn’t shake me. The man sitting across from me did-because he truly thought that was a fair trade.
I smiled calmly. “That’s generous. But no
He arched a brow. “You’re sure?”
“I’d be selling my soul for a title and a bank account. Ethan had his chance. He didn’t just cheat-he humiliated me. Publicly. Repeatedly. And now I’m supposed to overlook that because you threw money on the table?”
Bob narrowed his eyes, voice a touch cooler now. “I’m giving you an option to retain power and security. Women in your position would kill for this.”
I tilted my head. “Power isn’t power if it comes with a leash. And security isn’t real if it means sleeping beside a man I don’t trust.”
He didn’t answer.
I sat straighter. “But since we’re making offers-how about this? I’ll stay. I’ll even wear the Luna crown, smile in photos, wave at pack events. But I want fifty percent of Hawthrone Group. No prenup. No strings. Then I won’t care if Ethan sleeps with the entire western continent.”
Bob’s face reddened. “You’re being greedy.”
“No,” I said, voice icy. “I’m being realistic. That’s what I’m worth you expect me to live with your son after what he’s done.
Otherwise, I want out.”
He opened his mouth to argue again when the heavy doors of the dining room slammed open.
Ethan.
His shirt was wrinkled. His eyes bloodshot. His aura-furious.
“You can’t divorce me,” he said, stomping toward us like a man possessed. “Not unless I die.”
Olivia’s POV
