Watch Me Win, Alpha

Chapter 31

Alexander’s POV

I pushed Jess’s arms off me with little effort.

“What happened?” I muttered inwardly. My wolf’s voice came

low and clipped:“Someone’s behind you.”

I turned instinctively, but the deck was empty.

Jess, slightly tipsy and not hiding it well, clung to me again. Her

fingers curled around my wrist like a lifeline. “Alex, don’t be like

this. We were-”

I didn’t let her finish. My hand locked around her elbow–not

roughly, but with firm warning–and I stepped back.

“If you ever try that again,” I said, voice cool as steel, “I’ll throw

you overboard.”

She blinked, stunned. “No. You wouldn’t.”

“Don’t try me.”

She wavered, mascara smudged just enough to ruin her poise.

“It’s not my fault Rowan adores me! You broke up with me over

that?”

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I sighed and pinched the bridge of my nose. She still didn’t get it.

“It’s not about Rowan. Or you. It’s about the fact that you can’t take no for an answer. Greed doesn’t suit anyone, Jess. I’ve told you–repeatedly–that relationships aren’t a contract. They’re

not forced.”

Her lips trembled, and for a second, I wondered if she’d collapse

into more tears or stage another outburst.

Neither option interested me.

“You need help,” I added quietly. “A therapist, maybe. Since the day I rejected you, something in you’s twisted. This isn’t love,

Jess. It’s obsession.“.

left

to the card room, the air

whiskey–tinged laughter.

table–and there

Olivia.

and upright, a slight smile on her

composed, but there

eyes.

raised his brows. “Alpha, you’ve got a

three rounds like a

breaking stride,

seat. “I’ll go check on

said softly.

“No,” I said. “Stay”

paused, looking mildly confused but

to make more

across from her, just as Alpha Black

drunk, and far too

secretary, he laughed.

Where’d you find her,

a

men at the

I didn’t.

tilted my head, locked eyes with him, and offered

I said coolly, “You must be drunk.

pass this once. Choose your words more

laughter around the table

didn’t need to raise my

was enough.

Charter at

cleared his throat, murmured something,

one said anything to

Briefly. But her eyes said it all–thank

didn’t respond. Not outwardly. But I saw it. And that

enough.

game went on for another twenty minutes before

hand and let out a

and conversation drifted to business,

me with her signature saccharine

Green,” she said, drawing out the syllables, “do you mind

to stay

look at her. “Gai has

“Oh, perfect,” she beamed.

me and nodded the slightest

say it. He knew.