Watch Me Win, Alpha

Chapter 52

It rang again.

I stared at it for a second. My chest didn’t twist with guilt or longing. Just… irritation.

I immediately hit “Block Number” and tossed the phone onto the couch.

“There,” I said. “Officially nuisance–free.”

Ava grinned. “That’s my girl. Now, if only you could accidentally grope your boss again tomorrow.“”

“Ava!”

“What? Just one more time. For data.”

Alexander’s POV

I was in the study, reading an old hardcover on post–industrial

economics when Mike walked in.

“Alpha, I just realized something fascinating” he began.

I didn’t even glance up. “If it’s about werewolf economics again,

spare me.”

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“No, no. More local. You and Ms. Whitmore live on the same

floor.”

I set the book down on the desk and slid my silver–framed glasses to the edge of my nose. “Mike. I’ve known that since I leased the property!”

“Well,” he said, already pacing, “I just ran into her friend. Ava. Apparently her mom sprained her back or tailbone–can’t

remember which–and she has to rush home immediately.

Which leaves Ms. Whitmore alone. Injured. Wheelchair–bound.

Defenseless.”

I raised a brow. “And?”

Mike hesitated. “Well… I was thinking… maybe we should help?”

I leaned back in my chair. “It takes three men to take care of one

with a leg

quickly. “Just… maybe

narrowing it down.”

Olivia about

help?”

had only just occurred

But I can call

that,” I said, returning to my book. “If she’s

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we’re done here.”

phone a few times, then held

him a bland

put it

once before a familiar

“Hello?”

he chirped. “I heard Ava

you

Soup?”

after a beat. “I didn’t

as she is your dear friend. How could she leave

Mike grinned. “Anyway, would

care of you? Alpha Alexander also thought

you could come

look that could vaporize a tree. When

anything like that?

all of us.

“Thanks, Mike, but I ordered

Don’t want

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Takeout? You’re injured. You

Chicken

the bridge of

would refresh and heal you

“If it’s not too

trouble at all!” Mike said triumphantly. “Consider it

unmatched employee care

at me,

too polite to ask, but she needs

nodded slightly and closed

pacing again. “Alpha, I have

“What!”

am still cooking the soup and it might get late

Olivia myself. Can you

her, here? Please?”