Watch Me Win, Alpha

Chapter 48

There was a moment of silence. We were still trying to digest the fact that John and Jimson had carried out this plan well under people’s eyes for more than a decade.

Finally, I drew in a breath and asked, “So… what now? Will you

be replacing the employees? I mean… the plant is practically

riddled with problems.””

Olivia’s POV

“Yes,” Alexander said. His voice was calm, precise–like he was

discussing quarterly reports. “I will reorganize the plant. These

corrupt elements have given me no choice.”

He meant it. After what happened at the plant, it was the bare

minimum other workers would expect for a better faith in their

Alpha.

Then, as if summoned by a ghost, the door swung open and in

came Ethan.

He halted mid–step at the fork between Alexander’s shoulder

and my bedside. His eyes flickered–anger, pain, and something

darker. His stance stiffened.

Alexander looked up, his expression cool. Then Ethan’s hands

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curled into fists at his sides, his jaw tightened.

“Why are you showing up here… every, single, day?” Ethan’s

voice cracked. His lips curled back revealing ivory fangs. “She’s

a low growl tearing

any man,” he gestured

seduce her.”

the back of my mind. “Why can’t

just leave us alone?”

His cool gaze sharpened.

“I’ve

on my watch.“”

baring even more

beneath the fluorescent

Alexander didn’t flinch.

calm–his voice low but firm. “Please

Ethan. Alpha Alexander isn’t a

also the

known.”

on Gai. Even Gai’s face paled slightly.

as he hissed, “Don’t try to get any closer

a hand, a ridiculous gesture, but it worked.

voice trembling with frustration. “Alexander

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want me. He doesn’t–like–women”

room blinked. Literally. The three men froze, and even the nurse peeking in stopped her

Silence.

“I appreciate the… coverage.” He peered at me over his glasses. “Public awareness is useful.” Intrigue mixed with admiration in his tone. “Thank

on his heel and

that!” the door clicked–the foolproof

He spat the word

I scoffed, cheeks aching

already over.”

close, almost touching me. “No.” His

be over… until

morning, I was

to the entrance.

beside him in a clean, pressed uniform, looking crisp and serious–unlike the chaos of

me.

private jet,” Ethan said sharply, stepping forward. “I’ve already arranged

own.”

but no thanks,”

softened immediately. “You

of you. You don’t need