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.

intending to call a cab, but Ethan snatched the phone from my hand, his grip

already steering me toward the

to pull my arm

releasing my wrist until we reached his car. He opened the passenger door, practical-

car quickly, slipping into the driver’s seat and shutting the door with

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steering wheel

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

aback. Then, before I could stop myself, I burst

“What the hell is so

crashing my own car? You clearly think of yourself a little too much,

flinched, his fingers twitching against the

back my phone,” I said,

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

“Guilty? For what?”

bit spoiled” he said, his voice softening. “She’s not used to being treat- ed that way.

talked about her, the softness in his tone, the

my eyes for a

his. “I won’t make things difficult for her. But keep her in check. Make

“Chole is like my

felt my jaw clench, the urge to throw the evidence in his face nearly overpowering. Instead, I forced a tight,

eyes darkening, but he didn’t say

the warm, woody scent still clinging to the fabric. It felt out of place, almost comforting in a

eyes flicked over to me, his nose twitching slightly. He frowned, his jaw tightening as he stared at the jacket. This was

suit is that?” he asked, his

out the window, not bothering to

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