Watch Me Win, Alpha

I stared at him, stunned.

“I love Olivia,” he whispered. “I still love her. Very much.”

Ava’s POV

I thought I had him figured out. The cold–hearted Alpha who

tossed aside a loyal woman like Olivia for a bitch and a

convenient affair. But today… he surprised me.

“I love her,” he’d said with those pathetic eyes, clinging to the

last string of hope like a child begging for his mother not to

leave him behind.

I crossed my arms and scoffed. “Then explain Chole. Was that

love too? Or just a convenient way to pass time while Olivia

worked her ass off to build your future?”

Ethan stood up slowly, gripping the torn divorce papers like

they were a badge of honor instead of proof of his failure. His

voice had a strange calm to it now–almost dangerous.

“I’m going to buy back everything she sold. Every dress, every

book, every stupid mug if I have to. I’ll repaint the walls if she

scratched them in anger. I’ll find the photos she burned. And if I

can’t, I’ll print them again.”

“You’re insane,” I snapped. “That’s not love. That’s delusion.”

“She’ll be my Luna again,” he said quietly, like it was already

written in the stars. “For the rest of her life”

the door.

delays anything?

send them digitally if I

He didn’t look back.

took everything in me not to slam the door on his

the hallway, heart racing, fingers twitching

too late. He was

have–where was it when Olivia was

When she had to lie to

looked so worn?

Too damn late.

Ethan’s POV

steps outside the old cottage.

on full moon nights when

felt simple. Now, everything

hollow.

But the rain in my palms–my hands

the footage

wedding album in her hands trembled for only a second before she dropped it into the metal barrel. The flames flared instantly, swallowing years of memories. The photo where I kissed her cheek. The picture

mark. Gone

didn’t even

I replayed it again.

hadn’t spoken to me in days. Not a growl.

I deserved it.

she first crossed the line. I

on our sheets. But I

here–watching flames instead

I called Reed.

everything Olivia sold of

it?”

book, every frame. Even if we need to track

“Understood.”

wedding

exactly where

“I’ll take

I hung up.

a credit card transaction in Washington. No flight data, no hotel check–in, but a purchase at the mall–hers. I knew her handwriting like I knew my

her well. Someone