Watch Me Win Alpha (Olivia and Ethan) novel Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Olivia’s POV

I sat on the edge of the padded examination table with the faint smell of antiseptic clinging to the air. Healer Rosa gently tilted my chin up, examining the cut on my forehead.

“Your temple region took the most damage,” she said, wiping the area with a damp cloth. “What happened?”

I hesitated, not wanting to get into the messy details of the accident. “It’s nothing. Just some reckless driver and bad luck. Yve has already handled most of it. I just came to make sure it heals without a scar.”

Rosa reached for a small jar on the counter, scooping a bit of herbal salve onto her fingers. “Hold still.”

I closed my eyes, letting the coolness of the cream soothing the faint sting.

The door burst open suddenly, crashing against the wall. Rosa flinched, her hands freezing mid-air.

Ethan stormed in. He took a few quick steps toward us.

Rosa’s eyes darted between us, her nervous fingers tightening around the jar. I offered her a reassuring nod. “It’s fine. That’s my… boss.”

Ethan centered his focus entirely on me. “Is it serious?” he demanded.

Rosa straightened, adjusting her glasses. “It’s just a superficial wound. Nothing too serious. She’ll be fine.”

He let out a breath. Rosa gave me theointment, then hurried out of the room.

Ethan stepped aside, but the moment I reached the doorway, he grabbed the small bottle of ointment from my hand. I paused, raising an eyebrow at him.

“I’ll handle this,” he muttered, tucking the bottle into his coat pocket as if it were some grand gesture of care.

I didn’t bother stopping him. If he wanted to play the part of the attentive husband, I wasn’t going to waste my breath arguing.

I pulled out my phone, intending to call a cab, but Ethan snatched the phone from my hand, his grip firm.

“Let’s go,” he said, already steering me toward the hospital exit.

“Hey-” I tried to pull my arm back, but his grip tightened.

He led me to the parking lot, not releasing my wrist until we reached his car. He opened the passenger door, practical- ly shoving me inside before slamming it shut behind me.

He rounded the car quickly, slipping into the driver’s seat and shutting the door with a rough, final thud.

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13:18

The ride was silent. I didn’t wish to speak anything to him, either. But, Ethan was gripping the steering wheel way too tightly after we parked the car. I knew something was going to come from him.

“Were you trying to punish me?” he asked. “First, you blocked my number and then you almost tried to take your life. Why did you do that?”

I blinked at him, taken aback. Then, before I could stop myself, I burst out laughing.

His eyes narrowed. “What the hell is so funny?”

“You think I’d try to punish you by crashing my own car? You clearly think of yourself a little too much, Ethan.”

He flinched, his fingers twitching against the wheel.

“Give me back my phone,” I said, holding out my hand.

He ignored my outstretched hand, leaning back against his seat, his eyes narrowing. “Look, maybe I lied about the business trip. Fine. But that doesn’t mean you get to make things difficult for Chole. She ended up crying because of you. Don’t you feel guilty at all?”

cheek.

“Don’t test me, Olivia,” he said, his voice low and cold. “Don’t provoke me like this. I still am the Alpha here, and don’t you dare forget that.”

I tried to pull my arm free, but his grip only tightened. He leaned in, his mouth crashing against mine, rough and forceful. I clenched my teeth, refusing to let him in, but he shoved his tongue past my lips, the kiss more of a warning than anything else.

My mind went blank. I pushed against his chest, but he finally pulled back.

I turned my head away, my breath shaky, my pulse still racing. I didn’t say a word. Neither did he.

When we got home, I got out of the car without looking back. I headed straight to the bathroom, ripping off my clothes and stepping into the hot shower, letting the water drop against my skin. I scrubbed at my arms, my lips, try- ing to wash away the feeling of his hands, his mouth, his breath.

Later, when I slipped into bed, I kept my back to him, my eyes closed, my body tense. I heard him come in, the soft creak of the mattress as he sat down beside me. He leaned over and kissed my forehead, before he lay down, his back

to me.

I tried to clear my mind, to block out the day, the fight, the way he had kissed me like I was something he owned.

Then his phone buzzed on the nightstand.

My eyes snapped open. I turned my head slightly, just enough to catch the glowing screen.

1:35 AM.

The name on the screen was just three letters.

Cho.

My stomach twisted. What a cute couple, so intimate.