Alpha's Private Plaything (Elsa and Drake Stone) novel Chapter 16

Chapter 16

On the private jet, I took a seat as far from Drake as possible, but the throbbing in my head intensified. My body felt feverish, my skin too tight, and the soreness between my legs had developed into a dull, persistent pain. I asked Taylor if I could switch seats with him to be

further from the conversation.

“Are you not feeling well, Elsa?” Vera’s voice dripped with false concern. “You look flushed.”

Taylor answered for me. “I think she might have caught a fever.”

“Oh no!” Vera gasped dramatically. “Where were you last night? I knocked on your door to borrow something, but you weren’t there.”

The jet suddenly felt very quiet. I could feel Drake’s eyes boring into me, hot and dangerous. My stomach twisted with nausea that had

nothing to do with my fever.

*I was working late,” I muttered, avoiding his gaze, hating how weak I sounded.

“Until dawn?” Vera pressed, her innocent tone not matching the calculation in her eyes. “I was worried about you.”

“Vera.” Drake’s voice cut through the tension like a knife. “Look at me, not her.”

Vera immediately turned to him, her expression shifting to adoration. “Yes, Drake?”

“Leave her alone.”

The command was simple but effective. Vera settled back in her seat with a pout, while I closed my eyes, trying to ignore the throbbing pain throughout my body and the humiliation burning in my chest.

When we landed, the company cars were waiting. The motorcade stopped first at an upscale residential complex near Stone Industries

headquarters.

I stared out the window in surprise, my heart sinking. Vera had moved to an apartment just blocks from the office.

She gathered her things, including a small, designer backpack that looked more appropriate for a schoolgirl than a professional woman. Drake got out to walk her to the door. Through the tinted windows, I watched him bend down to say something that made her laugh.

His expression was soft, gentle-a look I hadn’t seen directed at me in years. The sight was like a knife twisting in my gut. My wolf howled mournfully inside me, grieving what we’d lost.

When Drake returned to the car, he instructed the driver to take us to my apartment. I leaned my forehead against the cool window, too

exhausted to protest, too broken to care.

In my apartment, I headed straight for the bedroom, intending to collapse into bed. But Drake followed, coming up behind me and

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wrapping his arms around my waist. I could feel him, already hard, pressing against my backside.

His arousal was like a branding iron against me. My wolf, the traitorous bitch, immediately responded to our Alpha’s scent and presence, rolling over in submission, tail wagging eagerly despite my brain’s protests.

“Drake, I’m running a fever. Everything hurts.” My voice was raw, desperate.

“You’ll sweat it out,” he murmured, his hands already working on my clothes. “I’ll help you sweat.”

I tried to push him away, my arms weak with fever. “I’m serious. I’m sick, goddammit.”

He ignored me, ripping open my blouse with a swift movement that sent buttons scattering across the floor. “You weren’t too sick last night when you were begging for my cock.”

As he pushed me onto the bed, I stared up at the ceiling, my body responding to him automatically-getting wet despite my exhaustion

and pain-while my mind drifted away.

His weight pinned me down, his scent surrounded me, filling my nostrils until I could barely breathe. He spread my legs roughly,

positioning himself between them.

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