Watch Me Win Alpha (Olivia and Ethan) novel Chapter 44

Jimson stammered, “I was–checking for injuries. You were

bleeding, and I thought-”

“You weren’t trying to help,” I cut in. “You were excited”

The words hung in the air like poison. Jimson’s lips clamped

shut. He looked around, as if begging someone–anyone–to

come to his defense, but no one moved. Not even Jess.

Neil Green’s voice came through Gai’s phone, crisp and

commanding. “I think the truth is clear now!”

The crowd instinctively straightened. Even Alexander’s jaw

tensed slightly as he turned toward the sound.

“Alexander,” Neil said, “you know what to do. Handle it

properly. Call the authorities if you must. But show no mercy to

anyone who betrays our pack like this.”

Jimson collapsed to the floor like a broken puppet.

“Also,” Neil continued, his voice softer, “Miss Olivia. You’ve

shown incredible bravery and wit in an impossible situation. Consider this your formal welcome to the Green Group.”

My mouth parted slightly. He knew. He had figured it out–I

didn’t have a recorder. It was all a bluff. But he played along, not

exposing me, not questioning me. Just like that, he pulled me

into the circle. Into safety.

“Thank you, Alpha,” I whispered toward the phone.

After hanging up the phone, the tension that had been holding

my body together gave way. I couldn’t stay upright any longer. My knees buckled, and before I hit the floor, I fell into someone’s

arms–warm, strong, safe. Sandalwood. Familiar.

Alexander.

I wanted to disappear into that scent, into the warmth of his

chest. For once, I wanted to collapse, take off the armor, stop

fighting. Just cry. Just be small.

But then I heard it–another voice. Distant at first, but it cut

through everything.

“Olivia?”

Ethan? Was this Ethan’s voice?

No. It was impossible. Not here.

I tried to convince myself it was a hallucination.

And then, I blacked out.

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When I opened my eyes again, morning light poured through tall windows and painted warm golden squares across the white hospital bedsheets. I was tucked into soft blankets, my

injured thigh gently wrapped and propped up. For a moment, I

stared at the ceiling, hoping that everything had just been a bad

dream.

But then I turned my head.

And I saw him.

Ethan.

He was sitting in the chair next to the bed, his elbows on his

knees, eyes fixed on me as if he’d been watching me sleep all

night. The moment our gazes met, he stood and stepped

forward.

everything. “You heard me. I tore them up. I won’t sign them.

You can’t leave me. Ever.”

Olivia’s POV

“I’ve already said what I needed to, I told Ethan flatly. “If we

can’t come to an agreement, then I’ll see you in werewolf court”

My wolf, Yve nodded approvingly. “Yes. He doesn’t deserve any

second chances.”

Ethan looked stunned. His lips parted, but no sound came out

for a second. Then, without warning, he lunged forward and

tried to pull me into his arms.

“Olivia, please,” he muttered, his voice cracking as his arms

came around my shoulders. “Just–just let me explain, let me fix

this. I’ll do anything.”

I pushed against his chest, hard. “Don’t touch me.”

He stumbled back, hands open at his sides, eyes wide with a

kind of pleading I’d seen before.

“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.””