Watch Me Win, Alpha

Chapter 19

Olivia's POV

The hotel hallways felt different now.

Too quiet.

No distant footsteps, no chatter, not even the usual hum of soft music that most luxury places played to fill the

si- lence. | walked with a steady pace, trying not to let my uneasiness show. The walls were polished, the carpets

too clean, the lighting just dim enough to feel off.

| reminded myself— Amelia wouldn't do anything reckless now. The Hawthrone family had power, yes, but not

enough reason. They had already won. Ethan would get his clean break. Amelia would get her headlines. And I...

would be gone.

| took a deep breath and checked the ton my phone. 7:40 p.m.

| typed out a message to Mike as | moved toward the main lobby: “I'm here...”

That's when it happened.

A woman in a staff uniform turned the corner quickly and bumped right into me.

“Oh, I'm so sorry, ma'am,” she said, her, tone rushed and nervous. She looked like a hotel server-tight bun, tray

tucked under one arm, black slacks and a crisp shirt.

“It’s fine,” | said automatically, distracted by my phone.

But the next second, | felt a sharp prick on the side of my neck.

My hand flew up in reflex, but it was already too late.

“What the hell-” | tried to say, but my voice didn’t cout fully.

The woman muttered, “Careful, lethelp you,” as she slipped one arm under mine, like she was assisting me.

But her grip was too tight, too deliberate. | stumbled, my legs suddenly shaky.

Yve, my wolf, howled in warning inside me. Something's wrong. Danger. Run.

But my limbs weren't listening.

My vision blurred, and my knees buckled slightly as | was led away, down a side corridor off the main hall. | knew

this hotel had dozens of quiet exits, private rooms, hidden service routes.

| wasn’t being helped. | was being taken.

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Panic set in fully now, but my body refused to cooperate. My breath hitched, heart pounding, and I felt myself

sway- ing like | might pass out. My fingers twitched. | couldn't scream, but | remembered one thing-

My phone.

It was still in my pocket.

| fumbled for it, my hands shaking, my fingers barely working. The screen was still open to the message for Mike.

| couldn’t see clearly anymore. My eyes weren't focusing, but | could feel the keyboard. | tapped blindly-maybe

one or two more letters. Anything.

My thumb hit send.

The message went out.

Then everything started to go black.

Alexander's POV

The meeting with Twilight Pack ran longer than expected. We closed with whiskey.

| don’t drink much. One glass-enough to relax, not enough to forget.

| was in the lounge of my suite at the Ashmoon Hotel, sitting in silence, eyes half-shut. Mike entered without

knock- ing. His footsteps were brisk.

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He never walks that fast unless something’s wrong.

“Sir, | just got a message from Olivia Whitmore.”

| looked up.

“She texted me, but... something's off.”

He handedhis phone.

The screen displayed a partial message. “I'm here...” followed by a string of letters that didn’t form any real

word.

“athekp”

| frowned. Read it twice.

Not a typo. Not autocorrect. A random string under pressure. A warning.

I stood. “Call her.”

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Mike tapped quickly. No answer. | took the phone from him and started a video call instead.

It rang. Then connected.

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The screen was black, jittery. Smovement-walls flashing by. There was faint, rapid breathing. Something

scuffed against the floor. A sharp sound like a shoe catching on tile. Then-

A muffled voice. Barely audible. But it was Olivia.

She wasn’t okay.

I ended the call. “Get to the front desk. Find out if she checked in. Now.”

Mike was already moving.

| grabbed my jacket and left the suite.

The hallway was too quiet for this tof night.

Mike called back within two minutes. “They said a woman matching her description cin just after seven.

Dropped off a package. Didn't leave. No record of her checking into a room. Just... disappeared.”

| was already moving.

“Where did they say she went?”

“They don’t know. One staff member said she was headed toward the tea room, but didn’t see her return.”

“Sendthe hotel layout. Call security. Quietly.”

I turned the corner fast.

Someone had moved her off the grid inside a hotel | was staying in.

Olivia's POV

They threwonto the bed like a rag doll.

The room reeked of sweat and filth. There were five-no, six-men in towels standing around with disgusting smirks

on their faces. Rogues. | could smell it through the chemical burn in my nostrils. My heart pounded against my

ribs like a warning drum, but my limbs felt numb.

On the bed, laid out at the foot, were objects | refused to let my eyes linger on-restraints, sex toys, syringes filled

with thick yellow liquid.

Wolfsbane.

“Yve,” | whispered in my mind. “Can you fight? Can you take over?”

No response.

“Yve-please.”

Still nothing.

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The drug was working.

“Pretty little thing,” one of the rogues muttered as he circled the bed.

“She looks even better than the picture,” another added, licking his lips.

| couldn’t breathe. | couldn’t scream. | tried to sit up, but one of them shovedback down by the shoulder.

“She's already going under,” the first one laughed. “Guess we better hurry.”

Then ca voice-female. The waitress. She'd shed her smile now. Her face was blank, cold.

She pulled the agreement from my bag. “Don’t forget to mark this, sweetie.”

| stared at her blankly as she forced the paper under my hand and pressed it against the inkpad, then onto the

page. “There. Legal and clean. Thanks for cooperating.”

“Who are you?” | rasped.

Her eyes flickered with amusement. “Your husband doesn’t want to pay after the divorce. This just makes it

easier.”

Her words hitlike a slap.

My body went cold. “Ethan... ?”

“No need to look so surprised,” she said. “He said you wouldn't take it well. But don’t worry, once the footage is

done, no one will be talking about compensation anymore.”

I refused to believe it. Ethan was cruel. A liar. A cheater. But this?

| fumbled for my phone with trembling hands. My fingers were slippery, weak, but | unlocked the screen and

called him.

It rang.

Then-click. He cut the call.

| called again. This tit didn’t even ring fully.

Third time-1 got an answer.

But it wasn’t him.

“Hi, darling,” Chole’s voice purred. “Miss me?”

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“Oh, honey,” she laughed. “He’s the one who signed off on it. You cost him too much. This way, you cost

nothing.”

| stared at the screen, hearing her breath as she whispered. “Die slowly, Olivia. It’s all you deserve.”

The phone slid from my hand. My arms were too heavy to move.

The rage cafter. White-hot. Blinding.

She wanted to destroy me.

No, she already had.

The waitress gave a nod, and the camera light flicked on.

The men closed in. My blouse was ripped open. My arms were yanked and tied to the bedposts. One of them sat

on my legs, another groped my thighs.

“Hold her still,” the fat one said, stepping forward with the syringe.

| clenched my eyes shut. | didn’t want to see their faces.

All | could think about was revenge.

And then-

The door was kicked open.

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Alexander's POV