Watch Me Win, Alpha

Chapter 26

Chapter 26

Olivia’s POV

I looked up.

Alexander stood there quietly, hands in his pockets, the moonlight catching the sharp lines of his face. His beautiful eyes met mine.

“Why are you hiding here, brooding?” he asked. “Shouldn’t you be happy? You got your revenge.”

I paused. For a second, I wanted to smile, even laugh, but there was nothing left inside me to lift. “I’m just tired,” I muttered, looking away. “That’s all.”

I wanted to ask him-Why are you following me? Why are you always there when I break?

But the words never came out. My throat tightened, and I just… stayed quiet.

Alexander didn’t push. He stood there for a few seconds longer, silent. Then he spoke again.

“You should go home. Get some rest.”

I straightened immediately, almost like I was being scolded. “You’re right,” I said, brushing down my skirt and trying to fix my expression. “I’ll head back now.”

I turned, took a few unsteady steps in my heels, then stopped and turned back halfway.

“Thank you,” I said softly. “For today.”

He didn’t reply. Just nodded once.

I flagged down a cab and rode back to the apartment. The city felt quieter than usual, maybe because my own head had gone silent.

By the time I reached my building and took the elevator up, I was just ready to collapse. But the moment the elevator doors opened on my floor, I froze.

Alexander was already inside.

I blinked, not sure if I was hallucinating. But no-he was real. Standing like it was the most natural thing in the world, his arms folded, his expression unreadable as always.

I stepped in with forced calm, hit the fingerprint lock for my apartment door, and glanced up at him with a strained

smile.

“Alpha Alexander must be tired too,” I said awkwardly. “Long day.”

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simply, stepping out with me. “Came back to

I swallowed. “Same here.”

close behind me, then suddenly asked,

mind blanked at his tone-calm,

I had no answer.

my bag on the floor, shut the door behind me,

onto the couch

Ethan’s POV

photographs spread across the cold metal

Rogues. Criminals. Monsters.

My throat went dry.

my eyes away from the images. I imagined Olivia in that hotel room, drugged, tied up,

had touched her? What if they had-“I

my gaze and

leaned forward. “Mr. Hawthrone, your wife’s statement says she attempted

afraid of what was

two calls,” he continued. “The third went unanswered for

file beside him, pulled out a USB stick, and slid

call. We’re going to play

second officer pressed the play

I braced myself.

998

voice-weak, panicked, barely coherent. “Ethan…

smug. “Oops. He’s a little busy right now.

in the gut. I had been at

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I had let

The recording stopped.

silence afterward was

you, Mr. Hawthrone?” the officer asked. “Why was

face in the crook of my arm. The pain

into my

paused. That sounded

working,” I added. “I didn’t even look up when she grabbed it. She said she wanted to play a game. I assumed she’d put it back. I

repeated.flatly. “And that person just so happened to inter- cept your wife’s only plea for help-during an attempted

know how it looks. But I didn’t plan this. I never wanted

face unreadable. “We’ll check the security footage

cameras,” I said quickly. “You can pull all of it. I didn’t

could tell he didn’t fully

he said, closing

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