Watch Me Win, Alpha

Chapter 41

Chapter 41

Gai was at my side, stone–faced. Ethan stormed in seconds later,

his presence radiating heat. My wolf, Heath, stirred inside me–

impatient, ready to rip the truth out of someone.

“I’ll ask once,” I said. My voice echoed off the bare walls. “Has

anyone found Olivia?”

John, the factory manager, stepped forward. Sweat dotted his

brow. “N–no, Alpha Alexander… we’re still looking. She left the

building around one p.m.-”

“And you were the one assigned to show her around today,” I

cut him off coldly. “So you would know where she went.

Correct?”

He swallowed hard. “I escorted her to the front gate… after that,

she said she had a personal errand…”


“What if I told you I had proof that’s a lie?” I stepped forward.

“What then?”

The blood drained from his face. He opened his mouth, but no

words came out.

Beside me, Ethan moved. He was on John in a second, fist

twisting the collar of his shirt, dragging him forward like a rag

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doll. “Where the hell is my wife?”

The room erupted.

“You son of a bitch!” Ethan roared and landed a punch across

John’s jaw. John crumpled to his knees, coughing blood.

Ethan shouted

but Ethan barely heard


stammered, “I–I didn’t do anything! I

could finish, the door burst

Jimson

going on here?”

dare interrupt now?” He pointed to

Jimson. “Drag him out!”

in, calm but

branch manager.”

blinked. “And who

her. “That’s Ethan Hawthorne.

Jess was shocked.

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another word could be said, more men burst in–John’s loyal staff, trying to pull him away. Ethan’s men surged forward, clashing in the doorway. The factory turned into a battlefield


noise

His eyes shifted slightly

watching.

crossed the floor slowly, deliberately.

is Olivia?”

don’t know. Whatever

do with

tone dropped colder. “Because right now,

one I’m hearing

really don’t

accusations are just defamatory.”

Alexander’s POV

palm slammed down against the


the tense room like a gunshot.

Olivia?” I barked.

the pressure of my

the room into

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knees, trembling.

his voice cracked, “I don’t know where she

I took her, show me the

“You escorted her. She never

to see proof, John?

better–the end of your career

turned to Jimson, who was still standing tall with

petty HR matter. “And you,”


a very

brows in faux

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