Watch Me Win Alpha (Olivia and Ethan) novel Chapter 57

Chapter 57

Back at the Hawthrone Pack house, the atmosphere was

charged with a different kind of chaos.

Bob Hawthrone, Ethan’s father and the true backbone of the

family, had returned from an urgent business trip overseas

after getting wind of the scandal. The moment he stepped into

the drawing room, his face was like thunder.

“This is what you’ve done with my name?” he growled, eyes

blazing at Ethan. “You disgrace your Luna in public, humiliate

your pack, and now I return to find your mistress splashed all

over the internet like a failed soap opera?”

Ethan didn’t speak.

“I trusted you to lead with strength and intelligence, and

instead, you’ve let your emotions and bedroom play destroy

everything.”

Amelia, sitting on the edge of the leather sofa, spoke up quietly.

“Bob, don’t be so hard on him. He just—”

“Don’t.” Bob cut her off. “Don’t defend this circus. Olivia stood by

us through every winter, every harvest, every negotiation.

She’s ten times the Chole Windsor could ever be.”

Amelia’s lips lightened.

“She’s cold” she said. ‘Olivia has always been… distant. Maybe

it’s not all Ethan’s fault”

Bob gave her a sharp glance. “I’m telling you–if we still want to

keep what we’ve built, Ethan needs to fix this. End things with

Chole. Go make peace with Olivia.”

Amelia was about to argue further when her phone rang.

Unknown number.

She stepped away to take it.

“Hello?”

There was silence for a second. Then a voice–low, hoarse, and

disturbingly calm.

“Auntie Amelia,” Chole whispered on the other end.

Amelia froze.

“Chole…? Are you–how are you even-”

“I’m alive. Isn’t that wonderful?”

“Why are you calling me?” Amelia’s voice dropped to a hush, as

if someone might overhear.

Chole let out a soft laugh. It sounded hollow. “I know what you

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did… at Eden Manor”

Amelia’s heart skipped a beat.

“I knoweverything.”

A cold sweat broke out on her back.

“Chole, listen. You’re not well. This isn’t the time-”

“I just wanted to thank you,” Chole interrupted, her voice

syrupy sweet. “Because now, I’m going to marry your son. We’ll

be one big, happy family.”

There was a pause.

“And you know what happens when a family keeps secrets,

right? They rot from the inside.”

The line disconnected.

Amelia stood frozen. The phone still pressed to her ear, and her

breath stuck in her throat. The ever–composed Luna of the

Hawthrone Pack felt the creeping chill of fear spread down her

spine.

Olivia’s POV

The past five days had been oddly peaceful.

My leg was healing fast–thanks to werewolf genes, painkillers,

and Mike’s miraculous chicken soup–and the swelling had gone

down so much I could almost walk without crutches. Not that

Mike let me. Every time I tried, he’d wave a spatula at me like I

was breaking sacred laws.

uncomfortable.

Thoughtful. Too thoughtful. It was messing with my head.

That evening, I offered to help Mike with dinner. He looked

scandalized but handed me a pair of gloves and let me peel

potatoes while he chopped vegetables.

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“Have you seen Alexander today?” I asked, keeping my tone

casual.

Mike hesitated. “He left this morning.”

“Work?”

“Family,” he said. “His parents called him in. For a blind date!””

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I blinked. “A what?”

Mike chuckled. “Yep. As the Green Pack’s heir, his marriage is

sort of… a public interest. Apparently, his mom’s worried he’ll

die alone in a suit and a frown.”

I snorted. “Doesn’t he hate those kind of things?”

“He does. They tried once, two years ago. The girl cried halfway

through and the waiter spilled wine on his coat. Never again.

But now that he’s back in China, they’re insisting.”

I looked down at the half–peeled potato in my hand. A blind

date? Alexander?

“He’s… actually going?”

“Couldn’t get out of it,” Mike said. “Apparently, they’re trying to

arrange an alliance through marriage. Very old–school.”

I didn’t know why it bothered me. It wasn’t like I had any say in

who Alexander dated. He was calm, stoic, completely

unattached to people–except when it came to defending me in

public, cooking dinner, and picking me up like I weighed.

nothing.

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