Watch Me Win, Alpha

Chapter 90

“Thanks, Olivia,” he said, relief in his tone. “Just knock when you get there. I’ll let him know”

The call ended, but the unease didn’t. I stared at my food, now completely cold, and pushed it aside.

The rest of the afternoon crawled by. I kept trying to rehearse what I’d say–how to keep things polite, professional, how to ignore the knot in my chest that still hadn’t gone away since last night. By the time I stepped out of my apartment, night had fallen, and the penthouse lights glowed faintly overhead.

I took the elevator up, carrying the small bag Mike had left with the fresh gauze, ointments, and pain relief meds.

When the doors slid open, I stepped into the dim hallway, the familiar silence wrapping around me like fog.

My feet stopped in front of his door.

I raised a hand. Then hesitated.

This was just a favor. A simple favor.

That’s what I told myself before I finally knocked Alpha

Alexander’s bedroom.

“Come in, Alexander’s voice called from inside–cool and composed as ever.

I pushed the door open and stepped in. The lights in the bedroom were dim, shadows gathered in the corners, and Alexander sat on the edge of the bed in a plain black shirt and lounge pants. His back was straight, one arm braced lightly on the nightstand. He looked up as I entered, his expression

unreadable.

“I heard…” I cleared my throat. “I heard you needed your dressing changed.”

He gave a small nod. “Mike’s busy!”

So are a dozen nurses in this city, I thought, but kept it to myself.

“Where’s the medicine cabinet?”

He gestured to the locker room without looking.

carried it back, placing it quietly on the edge of the bed. The antiseptic,

Just like

kit and took

nodded again but didn’t

fumbled for a cotton pad. His wound was on his lower

I paused.

hadn’t taken off his

Was he… waiting?

in the world. There wasn’t a hint of embarrassment in his gaze–just patience. Or indifference. I couldn’t tell which

“Not planning to drug me, are

“What?” I blinked.

head slightly. “You’ve been staring

while now!”

mean, I

an eyebrow, still unmoving.

I froze. “What?”

shirt.” He leaned back slightly, making no move to help. “Unless you want me to do it myself and risk tearing

stitches.”

Chapter 90

out a dramatic

He’s injured, not inviting you

I muttered under

“What?” Alexander asked, amused.

his shoulder and refused to meet his

“I’ll do it.”

change. He simply

against my thighs to dry the sudden sweat.

slowly, quietly.

just medical

That’s all.

undress you,” I said–more to myself

without waiting for his response, I