Watch Me Win, Alpha

Chapter 52

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 one. Or


narrowing it down.”

you spoken to Olivia

help?”

that thought had only just occurred to

But I can call

to my

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we’re done here.”

few times,

him

it on

a familiar voice answered,

“Hello?”


chirped. “I heard Ava had to

you need anything?

Soup?”

I’m okay,” she said after a beat.

she is your dear friend. How

grinned. “Anyway, would

Alpha Alexander also thought

you could

a look that could vaporize a tree. When did

anything like that?

mean, all of us. As

“Thanks, Mike, but I

want


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on. Takeout? You’re injured. You

Chicken soup. Something

pinched the bridge of my

refresh and

it’s not too

trouble at all!” Mike said triumphantly.

unmatched

up and looked at me, full of

ask,

slightly and closed

pacing again. “Alpha, I have got an small

“What!”


soup and it might get late

Can you

her, here? Please?”

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