Alpha's Private Plaything (Elsa and Drake Stone) novel Chapter 142

Alpha’s Private Plaything

Chapter 142

“Ross! Open the fucking door before I break it down!” I roared, the

hallway echoing with my voice.

After a moment, the door swung open to reveal Mike Ross, his silver

hair damp and a towel wrapped around his waist. I could smell

another woman in the room–not Elsa–and the lingering scent of

sex.

“Mr. Stone?” Ross looked confused and a little afraid, his eyes

widening at my appearance.

“Where is she?” I demanded, my voice barely human, grabbing him by

the throat and slamming him against the wall.

Ross choked, his eyes bulging. “Who?”

“Ms. Hale. My assistant. A witness saw you with her near the stern

deck,” I growled, loosening my grip just enough to let him speak.

Understanding dawned on Ross’s face. “Oh, the blonde? Yes, I did see

her. She fell near the service corridor–seemed really out of it. I

thought she might be drunk.”

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“And” I prompted resisting the urge to crush his windgige my

Engers tightening enough to make him gasqı.

“And nothing. Another guy helped her up–said he knew her. They

went through the service door. I assumed they were… you know.” He

shrugged suggestively

My control slipped for a moment, my eyes flashing gold and a gravi

rigging from my throat. Ross paled, the stench of fear pouring of

“What guy?” Jason asked, placing a restraining hand on my arm. “Did

you recognize him?”

I reluctantly released Ross, who slumped against the wall, massaging

his throat.

“Never seen him before. Ross rasped. Tall, dark hair.”

“If you’re lying to me…I let the threat hang in the air, fleading my

fingers to show my partially extended claws.

“I swear I’m not,” Ross said quickly. Look, I just saw them go through

that door. I didn’t think anything of it. Lots of people book up during

these events.”

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The implication that Elsa would willingly “hook up” with some

random Silver Moon wolf was so absurd it almost made me laugh. Not

my Elsa, with her sharp tongue and fierce pride. Not unless she was

drugged or coerced.

“If you remember anything else, anything at all, you come to me

immediately,” I said, my voice cold enough to make Ross shiver

despite the steam still coming from his shower. “And if I find out

you’re holding anything back, I’ll make you wish you’d never been

born.”

As we left the room, I felt a contradictory wave of relief and

heightened alarm. On one hand, if Ross was telling the truth, Elsa

hadn’t fallen overboard. On the other, she was potentially in the

hands of an unknown Silver Moon wolf who had taken advantage of

her compromised state.

“We need to check the service corridors,” I told Jason, punching the

wall hard enough to leave a dent. “And I want every wolf on this yacht

identified and questioned. I don’t care if we have to break a few arms

to get answers.”

As we headed toward the service entrance, I tried to ignore the

nagging voice in my head reminding me of how I’d dismissed Elsa

earlier, how I’d used her and then sent her away as if she were

nothing more than a convenient body.

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The thought of never seeing her again, of never having the chance to

“Fuck!” I growled, cutting that thought off abruptly. No. I would find her. She was mine, and I protected what was mine.

Whatever it took, I would bring Elsa home. And heaven help anyone

who stood in my way.

A red haze began to cloud my vision as rage built inside me, my chest heaving with each breath. Considering the words of Ross, a man came

to my mind.

“Which room is Allen staying in?” I asked, my voice deadly quiet, each

word dripping with venom.

The yacht staff member who had been hovering nervously in the background lowered his gaze submissively, his adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed. “Room 401, sir. Upper deck section.”

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