Alpha's Private Plaything (Elsa and Drake Stone) novel Chapter 10

Chapter 10

My wolf preened beneath my skin, tail wagging and belly exposed. She understood what I was doing – using our femininity as a weapon,

the oldest trick in the book.

If that bastard wants to replace me with Vera, let him feel exactly what he’s giving up.

not too eager,

The sound of helicopter blades announced his arrival. I straightened my spine, fixed a calculated expression on my face just enough invitation in my eyes and walked out to the helipad, making sure my hips swayed with each step, the ocean breeze lifting my skirt just enough to flash my polka dot stockings.

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My carefully constructed seduction cracked the moment I saw him step from the helicopter, tall and commanding in his black suit. My body responded instantly-heart racing, nipples hardening, heat pooling between my thighs. My wolf surged forward, nearly forcing a whine from my throat as my knees weakened, the instinct to drop into submission almost overwhelming.

Focus, Elsa. This isn’t about getting him back. It’s about getting back to headquarters. Use his dick to save your job.

Then I saw her emerge behind him, her hand tucked possessively in the crook of his arm. Vera. Of course he’d brought her. She was

wearing a cream-colored designer suit, looking every inch the perfect mate.

“Perfect,” I muttered under my breath. “Just fucking perfect. They’re really flaunting their little love affair everywhere. Might as well piss

on me to mark their territory.”

I approached them with a professional smile, letting my blouse gape just slightly as I extended my hand. “Mr. Stone, Ms. Horton, welcome

to Azure Cove Resort.”

Drake’s golden eyes assessed me coolly, his gaze dropping briefly to the hint of cleavage I’d deliberately displayed before snapping back to

my face. I could see a flash of amber in their depths – his wolf looking out at me, hungry and alert. “Ms. Hale. I trust the project is on

schedule?”

“Ahead of schedule, actually,” I replied, my voice husky despite my efforts to sound professional. I leaned in slightly, letting my scent

reach him. “And under budget.”

Something flickered in his eyes-hunger, definitely hunger-before his expression shuttered again. My wolf preened at that reaction,

knowing we’d scored a direct hit.

That’s right, Alpha, Remember what you’re missing. Remember what Vera can’t give you,

The tour proceeded with agonizing formality, though I made sure to walk ahead of the group whenever possible, knowing Drake’s eyes would follow the movement of my legs in those black polka dot stockings, the way the ocean breeze occasionally lifted my skirt just enough to tease. When representatives from the Moon Shadow pack arrived, I switched effortlessly to their dialect, navigating the complex protocols that Vera clearly couldn’t follow.

Look at that, you idiots. Without me, you’d be completely lost, I thought with vicious satisfaction. See that, Drake? Your precious Vera

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can’t do what I do. She’s useless at this.

The satisfaction was short-lived. As we toured the unfinished east wing, my heel caught on an exposed pipe. Pain shot through my ankle as 1 pitched forward, a gasp escaping my lips.

Strong hands caught me before I hit the ground. Drake’s scent enveloped me, familiar and intoxicating. His arms were around my waist, his chest pressed against my back, his breath warm against my neck. The contact sent electricity coursing through my body, and I felt myself getting embarrassingly wet.

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