Alpha's Private Plaything (Elsa and Drake Stone) novel Chapter 137

Chapter 137

Elsa

stood frozen between two wolves–Drake with his golden eyes

blazing possessively, and Allen with his gentle concern.

“I’ll be fine,” I said to Allen, my voice steadier than I felt. “Thank you

for the offer.”

The relief in Drake’s face was quickly masked by his usual arrogance

as Allen reluctantly backed away. I watched my potential freedom

walk away with him, my chest so tight I could barely breathe, my

fingernails digging crescents into my palms.

Drake’s hand clamped around my waist like a goddamn vise, pulling

me against him. “Smart choice,” he whispered, his breath hot against

my ear. “Now let’s go watch those fireworks.”

As we moved through the crowd toward the yacht where other guests

were already gathering, I wondered what Drake’s life would be like if

he lost everything–his status, his power, his pack. Would he live

cautiously like I did, always watching over his shoulder, measuring

every fucking word and action? The thought gave me a bitter satisfaction that curled my lips into a small, vengeful smile.

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Once aboard the yacht, Drake immediately began mingling with his

business associates, leaving me standing alone near the railing like

some forgotten accessory. The cool night air washed over my face, a

welcome relief from the stifling atmosphere inside.

I moved toward an open window, taking deep breaths of the salty

breeze to clear my head. My body shivered violently at the sudden

temperature change, and I sneezed–a sharp, unexpected sound that

made me grimace.

“Get me some wine and a fruit platter,” Drake ordered as he passed by,

not even looking at me, as if I were nothing but a servant. “And don’t

take too long.”

I bit back a retort, my jaw clenching so hard it ached. Better to follow

orders than give that bastard another reason to punish me. I stormed

toward where the refreshments were being served, my heels clicking

aggressively against the polished floor as I instructed one of the

waiters about Drake’s requests, then stood by the doorway waiting,

arms crossed tightly over my chest.

When I turned to leave, the world suddenly tilted sideways. My vision

blurred into a nauseating swirl of colors, and I staggered, nearly

falling face–first onto the floor. Strong hands caught me around the

waist, the familiar scent of expensive cologne filling my nostrils.

“Are those heels too high for you?” Drake’s mocking voice slithered

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down my spine.

I pushed away from him instinctively, my hands flat against his chest.

“I’m fine,” I snapped, not wanting his touch, not now. “Back the fuck

off.”

Drake chuckled, but there was no warmth in the sound–just ice and

cruelty. “You were quite bold at the party earlier,” he said, his fingers

digging into my arm hard enough to bruise. “Seems you’ve grown

quite brave lately.”

He took my chin between his fingers, forcing me to look at him. My

nostrils flared with indignation as I glared into those cold,

calculating eyes. “You’ve developed quite an attitude, haven’t you?”

I tried to pull away, but his grip tightened until pain shot through my

jaw. He leaned in, inhaling deeply, his nose tracing the line of my

neck. “You smell particularly enticing tonight,” he murmured. “It’s

making it difficult to focus on business.”

“Isn’t that why you keep me around?” I challenged, past caring about

consequences, my voice trembling with rage. “As a business asset?

Your little Omega puppet to parade around?”

“Precisely,” he agreed, his voice chillingly matter–of–fact. “You’ve been invaluable in securing contracts, maintaining relationships with

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clients. You know exactly how to… persuade people.”

Before I could respond, Drake pulled me roughly into a small storage

room off the main corridor and locked the door behind us. The space

was cramped, filled with cleaning supplies and extra linens. My back

pressed against shelves as Drake advanced on me, his eyes glowing

with that predatory alpha light that made my stomach clench.

“What the hell are you doing?” I gasped as his mouth crashed down

on mine, his kiss demanding and punishing, teeth scraping against

my bottom lip.

I tried to push him away, my hands shoving against his shoulders, but

there was nowhere to go in the confined space. When I attempted to

free my hands, he captured my wrists, pinning them above my head

with enough force to make me wince.

“Careful,” he warned, his voice deadly soft. “Any more resistance

might be added to your list of contract violations.”

“You’re the one with the long list of manipulative tactics, you controlling asshole,” I hissed back, my chest heaving with fury and

something else I refused to acknowledge.

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