Like it wasn’t embarrassing enough, Alexander suddenly

pushed his bowl towards me. “Eat well. This is going to heal you

soon!”‘”

“No, Alpha. I have already ate more than I should have,.”

“This is what will heal your injuries sooner,” he replied simply.

Mike grinned like a kid who just saw his favorite couple finally

admit they liked each other. “You know, sharing food is a love

I nearly choked on my bite.

Alexander didn’t respond to that. Just poured himself some

more tea like Mike hadn’t said anything. His silence somehow

made it worse.

I cleared my throat. “Anyway… the food really is good. You

could open a restaurant!‘

Mike clutched his heart again. “ttery andpliments?

You’re wee here anytime.”

“She needs to eat here more often,” Mike added. “What do you

think Alpha Alexander?”

Chapter Sa

I looked at Alexander from the corner of my eyes, waiting for

his reply. But he didn’t reply anything. As stoic as ever.

“Congrats Olivia,” Mike jumped in suddenly, “You have got a yes

from Alpha. That silence serves a yes!”

I nodded but didn’t show any emotions. But, inside, I felt

warmth.

After the meal, I thought of going back to my house downstairs

but then I suddenly remembered the unfinished work given by

Alpha just moments ago. So, I shuffled back into the study like a

good little secretary.

A few hourster, I closed thest folder and stood up groggily.

My knee throbbed again, and I bumped into the coffee table

with a wince.

The next thing I knew, Alexander was beside me, eyes fixed on

my leg. “You hit it again?”

“It’s fine-”

“Clearly not.”

He bent down, checking my knee with a firm but gentle touch.

His fingers lingered for a second too long before he stood,

brushing imaginary dust from his sleeves.

“Come on,” he said. “I’ll take you down.”

The elevator ride was quiet. Tension hung in the air, but neither

of us addressed it. He wheeled me out and helped me to the

door, and that’s when the silence shattered.

“Olivia!”

It was Ethan. His voice was unmistakable–slurred, loud, and

angry.

He staggered out from the stairwell, shirt untucked, reeking of

whiskey. His eyesnded on Alexander, and something primal

red in them.

“You’re here?” Ethan snarled, staggering forward. “Why the hell

are you here?”

I felt Alexander’s hand tighten on the wheelchair handle.

“You don’t get to barge in here like this-” I started.

But Ethan was already grabbing Alexander’s cor. “Stay away

from my wife!”

Alexander didn’t flinch. He simply pried Ethan’s hand off and

shoved him back.

“Control yourself!”

“She’s my wife–mine-”

“No, Ethan.” I said coldly. “Not anymore”

Ethan’s growl was low and wild, his fangs briefly visible.

Alexander turned his gaze to me then, and his words cut

through the tension like a de.

“Why do you need to perform these tricks in front of me… if

you’re going to allow him into your home anyway?”

Olivia’s POV

The sarcasm in Alexander’s tone lingered in the air like an insult

I hadn’t earned. I stared at him, my pride prickling. But what

confused me even more was the fact the Ethan has made his

way into my building.

But how?

I never gave him the password to this building. Neither did I

discuss anything about my apartment to him.

Disheveled, reeking of alcohol, Ethan couldn’t keep up his upright stature. His bloodshot eyes locked on me. “So this is it?”

he slurred, pointing at Alexander like a jealous schoolboy. “How

long has it been going on, huh? You and him.”

“Shut up, Ethan” I said, agitated. “How much more are you going to embarrass me?”

He blinked at me, disoriented for a moment, then his anger

red back. “Me?” he snapped, taking a shaky step forward. “It’s

you, who’s making it embarrassing for me. ying house with

him behind my back!”

My eyes narrowed. “That’s riching from a man who

crawled into bed with another woman before the ink on our

vows was even dry.“”

Ethan’s lips parted to retort, but then something in his

expression cracked. He faltered, dropped to his knees, and

grabbed my wrist. “Oliva, please don’t leave me.”

I jerked my arm back, but his grip tightened. His voice trembled.

“I was wrong, okay? I didn’t mean for any of it to happen. You

know I still love you tell me you feel something. Anything”

His desperation made me nauseous. His tears didn’t move me;

they annoyed me.

“Get up,” I hissed. “You’re drunk and humiliating yourself.”

“I’m not letting you go again.” He held on tighter, now resting his

forehead against my stomach. “Please, baby… just give me

another chance.”