Watch Me Win, Alpha

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.

my phone, intending to call a cab, but Ethan snatched

he said, already steering me

tried to pull my arm back, but his grip

my wrist until we reached his car. He opened the passenger

slipping into the driver’s seat and shutting the door with

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was gripping the steering wheel way too tightly after we parked the car. I knew something was going to come from

trying to punish me?” he asked. “First, you blocked my number and then you almost tried to

before I could stop myself, I burst out

eyes narrowed. “What the hell

crashing my own car?

his fingers

I said, holding out my

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

“Guilty? For what?”

daughter… she’s sensitive, a bit spoiled” he said, his voice softening. “She’s not used to being treat- ed that way. Why can’t you be

stared at him. The way he talked about her, the softness

the cool leather seat, closing my eyes for

opening my eyes to meet his. “I won’t make things difficult for her. But keep her in check. Make sure

“Chole is like my sister.

I forced a tight, bitter smile. “Oh? Well, then

quiet, his eyes darkening, but he

still clinging to the fabric. It felt out of place, almost comforting in a way that

He frowned, his jaw tightening as he stared at the jacket. This was the first time he noticed that I was wearing a

that?” he asked,

the window, not bothering to meet his eyes. “My new

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