Alpha's Private Plaything (Elsa and Drake Stone) novel Chapter 134

Chapter 134

“Don’t let go,” I pleaded, clutching the fabric between my fingers so

tightly my knuckles ached. “For fuck’s sake, don’t let go.”

But a particularly forceful shove from behind separated us. I felt his

hand slip from mine, and panic exploded in my chest like shattered

glass. Suddenly alone in the darkness, surrounded by strangers‘

bodies and unfamiliar scents, I felt my breath coming in short gasps,

my lungs burning as if I were drowning.

“Help!” I called out, my voice thin with fear. “Please, help me!” My hands flailed in front of me, trying to ward off unknown touches, my

skin crawling at the thought of being grabbed by a stranger.

“Over here,” came his reassuring voice. “Don’t be afraid. I’m here.”

I followed the sound, hands outstretched, until I felt his fingers close

around mine again. Relief flooded through me, making my knees

weak. He guided me to what felt like a less crowded corner and

positioned himself beside me, a solid presence against the chaos.

“Time’s up!” the hostess announced brightly. “Everyone, remove your

blindfolds and meet your first dance partner!”

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With shaking hands, I untied my blindfold, blinking as my eyes

adjusted to the light. A thin layer of cold sweat covered my skin,

making me shiver despite the warmth of the room. I turned to see

who my mysterious protector was, and my jaw dropped.

Allen stood beside me, his expression calm and slightly amused.

“You?” I breathed, unable to hide my surprise. My mind raced through

the implications, trying to make sense of his unexpected presence

and protection.

He nodded, removing his own blindfold with elegant fingers. “Me.”

My gaze darted across the room, immediately finding Drake. He stood

with Vera at his side, while Selina pressed herself against his chest,

her hand resting possessively on his arm. Drake’s eyes met mine, then

dropped to where Allen still held my hand. His gaze turned

dangerous, golden wolf–light flickering in his irises. Shit.

“All participants, please proceed to the dance floor with your first

partner!” the hostess called out cheerfully.

Allen offered his arm. “Shall we?”

I hesitated, my teeth grinding together as I felt Drake’s burning gaze

tracking my every move. My stomach twisted into knots of dread. But

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refusing would cause a scene, so I nodded stiffly and placed my hand

on Allen’s arm, feeling like I was walking into a minefield.

As we moved onto the dance floor, I whispered through barely moving

lips, “Thank you. If it wasn’t for you, I might have been dragged off by

some drunk asshole.”

Allen’s smile was genuine. “You’re welcome, Elsa.”

I noticed several couples slipping away from the hall, heading toward

the private rooms upstairs. My stomach twisted with renewed dread

as I realized what was happening, bile rising in my throat. Jesus

Christ, they weren’t even trying to be subtle about it.

Suddenly, a man bumped into me hard from behind, knocking me

away from Allen. I stumbled, a startled curse escaping my lips. Before

I could regain my balance, strong arms caught me, and I found myself

pressed against a familiar chest.

Drake.

His scent enveloped me as he pulled me against him, simultaneously

shoving Selina toward Allen with barely concealed disgust. His

fingers dug into my waist, possessive and angry, bruising the soft

flesh beneath my dress. I could feel the heat radiating from him, the

tension in his muscles as he held me captive.

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“Enjoying yourself with another man wrapped around you?” he

growled, his voice low enough that only I could hear. His breath was

hot against my ear, sending an unwelcome shiver down my spine.

Despite the flutter of fear in my chest, I met his gaze, defiance surging through me. “About as much as you enjoyed having Selina draped all over you,” I shot back, my voice shaking slightly with anger

and adrenaline. “Or was that part of your fucking plan too?”

His arm tightened around me painfully, a silent warning. “I told you to move to the left side of the room when the lights went out. I would have found you.” His voice was equal parts fury and something that

almost sounded like concern.

But all I could think was: too little, too late. Fucking story of my life

with him.

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