Watch Me Win, Alpha

Chapter 45

Ethan’s jaw tightened.

And that’s when I heard it–movement in the doorway.

I turned sharply.

Alexander was standing there, one arm crossed over the other,

his expression unreadable. His gaze shifted briefly between us,

then settled on me. I swallowed hard.

How long had he been there?

Ethan noticed him too and stepped back quickly, trying to play

it cool. “I, uh… I made some chicken and rice soup for you,” he

said, suddenly fumbling for casual. “Would you like me to get

it?”

I didn’t answer. I was still trying to decode the look on

Alexander’s face.

But he didn’t say anything. Didn’t walk in. Didn’t give Ethan a

reaction.

He just looked at me for a moment longer, then turned and

walked away.

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The click of the door closing behind him echoed louder than it

should have.

“Here,” Ethan said after a moment, walking toward the table

with a thermos in hand. “I’ll just leave it here.”

“Put it down,” I said quietly, already exhausted.

He set it down on the bedside table, but he didn’t back away.

Instead, he crossed his arms and looked at me like I’d committed

some kind of betrayal.

something,” he said. “Do you want

you instead?”

I blinked. “What?”

what this is about? You want me gone so you can

into his arms?”

him, speechless for a second. “You’re

serious,” he snapped. “I’ll believe

if you

think this is about

of all

didn’t even flinch.

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the man who slept

healing from the wounds of our wedding

to maintain

our clan,” he whispered.

Shut up! I don’t want to hear any

said. “And, I’m not resigning. I’m not leaving. And

not going back.”

to get back at me,”

to make

job,” I replied

deep breath, held it, then

stay,” he said quietly. “As your husband. I’ll

care of you!”

need you to

he insisted. “Because you’re

away

him now.

was harder than training a

the door

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walked in with Gai and Jess. I sat upright. My thigh still

front of her.

awkwardly by the foot of the

I saw her, though

that calculating glint.

apologize,” she began, “For last

your intentions, Olivia.”

an eyebrow slightly but kept my tone

understand

the apology wasn’t for me. It was for

her was always for

He just looked at me,

line still taped to