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.

against my neck, and

opened my

I turned to look at him, his head tilted to the side, lips slightly parted. The early light hit

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then I saw

pillow and press it down over his face nearly

the room before the rage bubbling

put on an apron and started making breakfast. The steady sizzle of eggs in the pan, the warm, familiar smell of fresh toast – all of it felt painfully normal, almost surreal after the

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

voice light. “Come

I brought the plates over, set-

taking a slow sip of my juice. “There’s something

halfway to his mouth. “What

want to resign

blinked, clearly caught off

glass down, leaning back in my chair. “I’m just… exhausted. I think I’d like to take a break. Enjoy the

“Are you

met his eyes, smiling. “Of

in his chair, fingers tapping against the edge of the table. He looked thoughtful, maybe even a bit suspicious, but then

forward again, picking up his fork. “Maybe you’re right. You should rest. Stay at home. Maybe we can

child? With him?

wouldn’t want to express what I truly felt while taking an- other sip of juice

pleased, and

resignation process this week,” I added, setting my glass down. “I’m also planning a trip. Maybe the Maldives. Ava said

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