Watch Me Win, Alpha

Chapter 20

I kicked the door open.

The wooden frame splintered against the force, the men inside scrambling like rats caught under sudden light. One of them screamed. Another dropped the syringe in his hand.

“Down!” I barked.

My bodyguards charged in, dragging the rogues down and pinning them against the floor. No hesitation, no mercy. I wanted them all on the floor before they could blink. My eyes scanned the room-filthy, humid, reeking of sweat and wolfsbane. A low growl rattled in my chest.

Then I saw her.

Olivia.

Unclothed. Hands tied to the bed. Pale, bleeding at the lip. Eyes clenched shut like she was waiting to die.

“Manager,” I snapped. “Cover her. Now.”

Without hesitation, he tore off his jacket and rushed to Olivia’s side, draping it over her. She was still tied to the bed, motionless, her skin pale and bruised. He struggled briefly with the knots, then freed her wrists with shaking hands.

I stood at the doorway, watching silently, jaw clenched. Her skin looked ice-cold from where I was. Her pulse-faint, but there.

The manager stepped away from her and turned to me.

“She okay?” I asked, still not stepping forward.

He nodded shakily. “Y-yes, Alpha. We were just in time… she’s alive, but terrified.”

I gave him a single nod. “Go. Call a vehicle. Make sure there’s hospital clearance.”

He rushed out.

I stayed there for a beat, staring at the floor, listening to the chaos fade in the hallway. Something tugged at me. A weight in my chest. I didn’t like it.

I turned back.

She hadn’t moved.

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Olivia lay curled under the manager’s jacket, trembling.

Quietly, I stepped into the room.

I crouched beside her and, without thinking, brushed her cheek with my fingertips.

She flinched-not from me, but as if even touch now carried pain. Then, suddenly, she leaned into it. Her cheek press- ing lightly against my palm, as if my hand was the only warm thing in the world.

My wolf Heath stirred.

“She’s the one,” he rumbled inside me, tail wagging like a damn puppy.

“Now’s not the time,” I said sharply. “Shut up.”

my hand away, but her eyes blinked open-slow,

then they

I didn’t know what, but it wasn’t

speak but couldn’t. I said nothing. Just rested my other

now,” I muttered. “No one

didn’t coddle. But the way her eyes welled up and her lips quivered-she didn’t need comfort. She needed a wall

right now, I

messy, without a sound at first-then louder, choking, painful sobs. I didn’t know what to do. I’d fought packs with

still wrapped around her, I walked out through the service exit,

car, she wouldn’t stop

shifted her awkwardly onto my lap, trying not to let her fall apart entirely. Tissues piled on the seat beside us. Mike didn’t say a word.

drained. Her head against my

told Heath not to get

like Lilies,” he

Would you stop with that?”

I didn’t

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side of my neck. My jaw

I said to Heath

only chuckled inside my head, smug. “Too late. You like

“Shut up.”

adjusted her gently and pressed her head back to my

into the private hospital just past midnight. The nurses were waiting at the door. I stepped out and handed her over. One nurse held her steady while the others guided her toward a

asked, not looking any of them in

Alpha,” the

nod and stood by as

Olivia’s POV

limbs felt heavy, but not restrained. For a few seconds, I didn’t know

at the edge of the bed, his elbows on his knees, his shirt wrinkled, sleeves rolled up to the fore- arms. The top three buttons were undone.

inside me-weak but conscious-and her voice rang loud

but it came out dry and hoarse.” Alpha

head snapped up. “You’re

you remember

then

gaze didn’t

said bitterly, looking away. “I wasn’t completely unconscious. Just…

he spoke again. “There’s good news and bad news. Which do

said, my

exhaled through his nose. “The good news is… they didn’t touch you. You were sedated. No physical

nodded faintly, blinking at the

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news is… the person who arranged it wasn’t a stranger.

clenched the blanket tightly. “I

read-maybe restraint. “We have all of them in custody. You can press charges. Or handle

I said, trying to sit up straighter. “I’ll take it

argue. Just gave a soft, dry