Watch Me Win Alpha (Olivia and Ethan) novel Chapter 86

Chapter 86

“I mean, it’s a damn shame,” she added, tapping the steering wheel. “If anyone had told the eighteen–year–old me that Ethan Hawthrone–the ‘golden alpha‘–would end up ruining the only real thing he had, I would’ve said they were out of their minds.”

I gave her a small, tired smile. “That’s because fairy tales sound

sweet… until they start rotting from the inside.”

She didn’t argue. Neither did I.

When we arrived at the Silvermoon courthouse, the skies were

draped in a sheet of gray, the moonlight slipping in between

clouds like pale silk. The entire building was sleek steel and

stone–modernized to accommodate our kind. Inside,

everything was pristine. Gláss walls. Echoing floors. Cold

marble counters manned by expressionless werewolves in navy

uniforms. The unbinding hall was bathed in a soft silver glow,

light filtering down through the skylight above.

Ethan was already there.

He stood near the sensor platform, dressed in a dark wool coat,

hands stuffed in his pockets. He looked up when he saw me.

His eyes dropped instantly to the cut on the corner of my

mouth–the fading bruise that no amount of makeup could

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quite cover. Guilt flared in his expression, then vanished as quickly as it came. He didn’t say anything. Neither did I.

We walked up to the mate unbinding platform together.

The technician in charge, a middle–aged wolf with streaks of

gray in her hair and a matte black uniform, gestured to the twin

sensor plates. “Palms on the plates, please. Blood and fingerprint

required!”

I rolled up my sleeve, exhaled, and placed my palm on the

sensor. I felt a tiny prick as the system drew a drop of blood. A

soft hum followed.

“Olivia Whitmore, Alpha–rank. Verified,” the system intoned in

a neutral tone.

Ethan did the same. His hand brushed mine briefly. It was

warm. Familiar. It meant nothing.

“Ethan Hawthrone, Alpha–rank. Verified.””

On the large screen above the dais, a blue display opened with

the heading:Mate Contract: ActiveMatch Duration: 8 years, 3

months, 14 daysStatus: Pending Unbinding

“Request number #230718 recorded,” the officer continued,

flipping a page on her clipboard. “Do both parties confirm their

desire to voluntarily dissolve the mate contract?”

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“I confirm,” I said clearly, looking ahead, not at him.

There was a pause.

Then Ethan said, “I confirm.”

1. it. He frowned–curious, unsettled.

“I-“Ethan swallowed, glanced away. “I just thought you should

concern. I nodded and tucked the folder into my bag.

“I hope you find happiness,” I offered quietly. “Wishing well,

right?”

He blinked, confusion flashing in his eyes. “Who do you want

that happiness with?”

I kept my expression calm, composed. “With me,” I said simply.

“On my own terms.”

Ethan’s gaze softened. He straightened. “You deserve that!”

“Thank you.” I found the much–needed courage to finish.

“Goodbye“”

We parted ways–he lingered a moment, as if expecting more,

but I did not hesitate. I walked out into the brisk evening air, the

weight of eight years resting in that folder and in my posture. I

breathed deeply, the crisp air bringing clarity. The courthouse

steps disappeared behind me, replaced by the comforting blur of city lights. I felt oddly lighter, as if a final cord had been severed.

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Walking home, I tried to summon gratitude–but my emotions felt neutral. Numb, not sad, just worn. At my door, I paused and closed my eyes, letting relief wash over me. No collateral damage. No lingering doubts. Just space to breathe again.

Inside, Ava greeted me with a soft hug. She’d waited, cautious, ready to support. “How are you?”

I touched the folder nestled inside my bag. “Free,” I whispered. “Let’s just stay in tonight.”

She nodded, offering tea and a cautious smile. We sat quietly,

our shared stillness comfortable.