Alpha's Private Plaything (Elsa and Drake Stone) novel Chapter 15

Chapter 15

Elsa

Drake grabbed a towel and dragged it across his bare chest, still not looking at me. His silence made my blood boil, rage bubbling up

inside me like hot tar.

“She comes from a traditional family,” he finally said, his voice controlled, too damn controlled while I was falling apart inside.

I let out a cold laugh that felt like broken glass in my throat. “That doesn’t answer my fucking question.”

“Her family is old-school Black Obsidian. She’s still a virgin.”

“She’s twenty-four, Drake. You really believe she’s pure and untouched?” I spat, my wolf snarling beneath my skin, teeth bared at the thought of another female. “Or do you just like the idea of being her first? Does it get you hard thinking about breaking in your pristine

little mate?”

Drake’s jaw tightened, the muscle there twitching with irritation. “Her parents have strict requirements-no sex before marriage.”

The word “marriage” hung in the air between us like a toxic cloud. I studied his face carefully, and what I saw in his eyes made my stomach drop to my feet. He was actually considering it. Marriage. With her. My chest clenched so tight I could barely breathe.

“Get dressed,” he said abruptly. “Vera’s staying in the room across the hall. I don’t want her seeing you leave my room.”

I looked down at my body-bathrobe barely covering my breasts, neck and collarbone littered with his bite marks, thighs still sticky with his cum that was slowly leaking down my legs. Fury and humiliation burned through me like wildfire.

“You didn’t seem concerned about that when you were ramming your cock into me against the shower wall an hour ago,” I hissed. “Or when you had me bent over the sink with your hand over my mouth. Funny how your priorities shift.”

“Elsa.” His voice carried that Alpha command that made my wolf whimper and roll onto her back, exposing her belly despite my anger.

“Now.”

I gathered my clothes, wincing at the soreness between my legs. As I dressed, I could feel Drake’s eyes on me, tracking every movement with that predatory focus that had once made me feel desired. Now it just made me feel like livestock being appraised-a piece of meat

he’d finished using and was now dismissing.

When I stepped into the hallway, Taylor was waiting by the elevator. His eyes flickered over my disheveled appearance, taking in the marks visible at my collar, my swollen lips, and the unsteady way I walked.

Without a word, he handed me his suit jacket. “Put this on,” he said quietly. “Miss Horton is still awake.”

I slipped it on, grateful for the coverage of the bruises Drake had left on me, evidence of how thoroughly he’d used my body before casting me aside. The elevator doors closed, and I leaned against the wall, exhaustion washing over me, tears threatening to spill.

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Chapter 15

“You should get some rest,” Taylor said, his voice carefully neutral. “Early flight tomorrow.”

I nodded, too tired to speak. Too tired to think about what it meant that Drake’s Beta was now managing his mistress’s exits.

The next morning, I was in the airport lounge, nursing a headache and avoiding eye contact with everyone, when I heard a familiar,

artificially sweet voice.

“Elsa! Oh my god, what a surprise!”

Vera stood before me, looking perfectly put together in a pale pink dress that screamed “innocent girlfriend material. Her eyes widened with fake excitement as she linked her arm through mine. My skin crawled at her touch.

“I had no idea you’d be flying back with us! This is wonderful. The past two months have been so boring without you.”

I forced a smile, bile rising in my throat. Her dress was designed to appeal to Drake’s instincts-modest enough to suggest purity but cut to emphasize her feminine curves. The perfect bait for an Alpha from an old-school pack like Drake. Manipulative little bitch. My wolf paced angrily, wanting to assert dominance over this intruder in our territory.

“The resort project is nearly complete,” I said, extracting my arm from hers, resisting the urge to wipe my skin where she’d touched me.

“Drake approved my return to headquarters.”

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