Watch Me Win, Alpha

Chapter 7

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The phone kept buzzing on the nightstand, the screen lighting up the dark room every few seconds. I stayed still, my back to Ethan, eyes shut, pretending to be asleep. But I could feel the tension radiating off him.

The phone buzzed again. This time with the soft chime of a video call request. I felt him shift beside me. Still, he didn’t pick it up.

Finally, the sound of rapid, insistent text notifications cut through the darkness. One after another. It didn’t stop.

I let out a slow, steady breath. “Aren’t you going to do something about that?”

Ethan stiffened. He reached for the phone, and grabbed it off the table. For a second, he just held it, the screen glow- ing in his hand, before he hit the power button, shutting it off completely.

“It’s a company matter,” he muttered. “Go back to sleep.”

I didn’t say anything. Just turned over, facing the wall, and closed my eyes, letting the quiet stretch between us.

About an hour later, I heard the faint rustle of bedsheets. Ethan sat up, his movements careful, trying not to wake me. I heard him reach for his phone, the soft click of it powering back on, followed by his footsteps.

The door creaked as he slipped out into the hallway. Although, he spoke so lowly that no one other than him would be able to hear it, but he forgot that I have werewolf sense of hearing.

“Yeah, I’m here. Are you okay? Don’t worry, I’ll be back soon.”

I opened my eyes, staring into the darkness. I didn’t realize that expecting anything from him would go down in drain.

The door creaked open around 5 a.m. Ethan had returned from keeping her lover the company. I kept my eyes closed, pretending to still be asleep.

He paused at the door, relieved that I still was asleep, and headed straight for the bathroom.

arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me close. I felt his warm breath against my neck, and the weight of his arm. He must’ve

opened my

to the side, lips slightly parted. The early

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I saw

faint, fresh hickey near his collarbone. My hands tightened around the blanket. For a split second, the urge to grab a pillow and press it down over his face nearly overwhelmed me. I could feel Yve bristling and growling, but I

got out of bed quietly, slipping out of the room before

of eggs in the pan, the warm,

kitchen, rubbing the back of his neck, looking more relaxed than he had

I said, my voice light. “Come sit.

maybe even relieved, as he pulled out a chair and sat down. I brought the plates over, set- ting one in front of him before pouring two glasses of orange

him, taking a slow sip of

halfway to

resign from

blinked, clearly caught

in my chair. “I’m just… exhausted. I think I’d like to take a break. Enjoy the care- free life

“Are you

met his eyes, smiling.

edge of

his fork. “Maybe you’re right. You should rest. Stay at home. Maybe we can even try

stomach turned. A child? With him? While he played with his

just kept smiling, while not even looking at him. I clearly wouldn’t want to express what I truly felt while taking an- other sip of juice to hide the bitterness in my tone.

pleased, and

glass down. “I’m also planning a

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