Watch Me Win, Alpha

Chapter 19

Olivia’s POV

The hotel hallways felt different now.

Too quiet.

No distant footsteps, no chatter, not even the usual hum of soft music that most luxury places played to fill the si- lence. I walked with a steady pace, trying not to let my uneasiness show. The walls were polished, the carpets too clean, the lighting just dim enough to feel off.

I reminded myself— Amelia wouldn’t do anything reckless now. The Hawthrone family had power, yes, but not enough reason. They had already won. Ethan would get his clean break. Amelia would get her headlines. And I… would be gone.

I took a deep breath and checked the time on my phone. 7:40 p.m.

I typed out a message to Mike as I moved toward the main lobby: “I’m here…”

That’s when it happened.

A woman in a staff uniform turned the corner quickly and bumped right into me.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, ma’am,” she said, her, tone rushed and nervous. She looked like a hotel server-tight bun, tray tucked under one arm, black slacks and a crisp shirt.

“It’s fine,” I said automatically, distracted by my phone.

But the next second, I felt a sharp prick on the side of my neck.

My hand flew up in reflex, but it was already too late.

“What the hell-” I tried to say, but my voice didn’t come out fully.

The woman muttered, “Careful, let me help you,” as she slipped one arm under mine, like she was assisting me. But her grip was too tight, too deliberate. I stumbled, my legs suddenly shaky.

Yve, my wolf, howled in warning inside me. Something’s wrong. Danger. Run.

But my limbs weren’t listening.

My vision blurred, and my knees buckled slightly as I was led away, down a side corridor off the main hall. I knew this hotel had dozens of quiet exits, private rooms, hidden service routes.

I wasn’t being helped. I was being taken.

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13:29

Panic set in fully now, but my body refused to cooperate. My breath hitched, heart pounding, and I felt myself sway- ing like I might pass out. My fingers twitched. I couldn’t scream, but I remembered one thing-

My phone.

It was still in my pocket.

I fumbled for it, my hands shaking, my fingers barely working. The screen was still open to the message for Mike.

I couldn’t see clearly anymore. My eyes weren’t focusing, but I could feel the keyboard. I tapped blindly-maybe one or two more letters. Anything.

My thumb hit send.

The message went out.

Then everything started to go black.

Alexander’s POV

The meeting with Twilight Pack ran longer than expected. We closed with whiskey.

One glass-enough to relax, not enough to

of my suite at the Ashmoon Hotel, sitting in silence, eyes half-shut. Mike entered without knock- ing. His footsteps were

walks that

got a message from Olivia

I looked up.

texted me, but…

handed me

“I’m here…” followed by a string of

“athekp”

Read

typo. Not autocorrect. A random string under

I stood. “Call her.”

925

the phone from him and started a

It rang. Then connected.

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13:30

movement-walls flashing by. There was faint, rapid breathing. Something scuffed against the floor. A sharp sound like a shoe catching on tile.

Barely audible.

She wasn’t okay.

call. “Get to the front desk.

Mike was already moving.

my jacket and

quiet for

“They said a woman matching her description came in just after seven. Dropped off a package. Didn’t leave. No record

I was already moving.

did they say she

One staff member said she was headed toward the tea room, but didn’t see her

the hotel layout. Call

the corner

her off the grid

Olivia’s POV

onto the

filth. There were five-no, six-men in towels standing around with disgusting smirks on their faces. Rogues. I could smell it through the chemical burn

the foot, were objects I refused to let my eyes linger on-restraints, sex toys, syringes filled with thick yellow

Wolfsbane.

whispered in my mind. “Can you fight? Can

No response.

“Yve-please.”

Still nothing.

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13:30

The drug was working.

of the rogues muttered as he circled the

even better than the picture,” another

up, but one of them shoved me back

already going under,” the first one laughed.

a voice-female. The waitress. She’d shed her smile now. Her face was blank,

bag. “Don’t forget

hand and pressed it against

are you?”

with amusement. “Your husband doesn’t want to pay after the divorce. This just makes

words hit me like

body went cold.

it well. But