Watch Me Win, Alpha

Chapter 27

Olivia’s POV

The morning air still clung to the quiet of dawn. I dragged my suitcase into the living room, the wheels humming low against the floorboards. Ava was already waiting there, barefoot, holding two mugs-one for each of us. She put hers down and wrapped me in a tight hug.

“Don’t worry about anything, okay?” she murmured against my shoulder. “Let me handle the rest. Just go, breathe, come back when you’re ready. And by then, your divorce papers will be ready too.”

I didn’t answer. I just nodded against her. There wasn’t much left to say.

I was doing it-I was finally leaving. Escaping, even if temporarily. After the disaster at the charity event and the emotional wreckage that followed, I needed to be anywhere else. A window seat, some cheap airport coffee, silence. I didn’t care where the flight landed. The destination didn’t matter. It was the leaving that I needed.

Ava was supposed to drive me to the airport, but as I zipped up the last corner of my suitcase, she sighed and glanced at her phone. “Something urgent just came up,” she said. “I have to handle it, but you can grab a cab, right?”

“Of course,” I said, slinging my small backpack over my shoulder. “Don’t worry about it. You’ve already done too much.”

Ava gave me one last tight hug at the door. “Have a safe flight. Text me when you land, alright?”

I stepped out of the apartment building, tugging my luggage behind me. The streets were still quiet, the sunlight bare- ly stretching across the pavement. I stood at the curb outside the gated entrance, checking my phone for a cab. That’s when it buzzed.

A strange number.

I stared at it, frowning. My instincts whispered-don’t answer that. I didn’t recognize the digits, but something about them felt… strange. Cold.

Just as I hit the decline button, a sleek silver Maybach turned the corner and rolled up slowly from within the neigh- borhood. I recognized the car almost instantly. The window rolled down halfway, and there he was-Mike.

“Miss Olivia?” His smile was polite, warm, like he’d been expecting me. “Where are you headed so early in the morn- ing?”

I hesitated. “Airport.”

“What a coincidence,” he said, resting an elbow on the edge of the window. “We’re going the same way. Come on, let us give you a ride.”

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“I actually just booked a cab… ” I started, unsure.

could finish my sentence, Mike was already stepping out of the car. “Nonsense. No need to wait for a taxi out

before I could even protest, lifting it like it weighed nothing and popping it into the trunk. His movements were efficient, smooth, practiced. It

mannered.

a clean, high-end suit-or hadn’t driven a Maybach-any passerby might’ve mistaken this whole interaction

opened the back door for me

hospitality. But I was also exhausted. And it was hard to turn

I said softly, and slid

down, my breath caught in my

far side of the seat. In the driver’s seat, Fin adjusted the rearview mirror and glanced

today- charcoal linen shirt, sleeves rolled up, a relaxed fit. He smelled faintly

politely.

Not even a smile. Like a king responding to a distant pack member. The chill in his gaze could’ve frozen lava, and yet… somehow, it didn’t

for dealing with outsiders. His real self-indifference wrapped in restraint-was saved for those who got

the man

even his arrogance. He

spoke. “Going on

I nodded. “Yes.”

“Where?”

“Maldives.”

change. “Planned or

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But I hesitated halfway. My

long ago, I had asked this very

on a plane

looked ridiculous in

to be kind, too precise to be

chuckled. “Thought you were job

of my sleeve. “If my application had been accepted,” I murmured, “I would’ve can-

slightly against the door, resting an elbow near the glass. “What if

I blinked. “Now?”

didn’t answer. Just