Alpha's Private Plaything (Elsa and Drake Stone) novel Chapter 19

Chapter 19

Elsa

“Enough!” he roared, the Alpha command making my wolf cower and my words die in my throat. “You will not show her up. You will not outshine her. You will help her succeed. Is that clear?”

I stared at the floor, fighting back tears of rage and humiliation. My nails dug crescents into my palms.

“Yes.”

Without another word, Drake stalked out of the bathroom, leaving me standing alone, dripping wet in the suddenly too-large space. I turned to the mirror, staring at my reflection-skin marked with his bites and bruises.

The water droplets on my face mingled with silent tears as I realized just how disposable I truly was to him. Ten years of my life, my body, my loyalty-worth nothing compared to Vera’s virgin appeal and political connections.

I gave myself exactly one minute to cry before straightening my shoulders and wrapping the towel more securely around myself. I would

not break.

My mother needs me. I need that fucking contract renewal. Just keep it together a little longer.

When I finally emerged from the bathroom, Drake was sprawled across my bed, scrolling through his phone. I silently moved to my dresser, pulling out clean clothes and changing with my back to him, trying to maintain what little dignity I had left. The weight of his gaze on my naked back felt like sandpaper on raw skin.

“Don’t forget about tomorrow’s family dinner,” I said quietly as I pulled a t-shirt over my head.

Drake’s head snapped up. “What dinner?”

“Your grandmother called me three times to confirm you’d be there.” I kept my eyes on the dresser as I spoke. “I told her you would

attend.”

“You had no right to speak for me,” he growled.

Of course, How dare the lowly Omega make decisions for the mighty Alpha?

“I’m your assistant. It’s my job to manage your schedule.” I turned to face him, keeping my expression neutral. “And your family contacts me directly because you never answer their calls.”

“Stay away from my family,” Drake cut in, his voice like ice. “They’re not your concern.”

“Of course,” I said, my voice hollow. “I’ll let them know to contact you directly from now on.”

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did for me anymore. The transformation was so sudden it made my stomach lurch.

“Vera? What’s wrong?” he asked, concern evident in his voice.

I turned away, busying myself with folding clothes I didn’t need to fold, trying not to listen to the one-sided conversation. My enhanced hearing made it impossible to ignore his tender tone, so different from the cold commands he issued to me.

“Calm down, sweetheart. It’s okay.” Drake’s voice was tender, soothing. “I’ll be right there. Just stay where you are.”

Sweetheart. Fucking SWEETHEART. When was the last time he used anything but my name or “assistant” to address me?

When he hung up, he was already moving, grabbing his clothes and dressing quickly.

“What happened?” I asked, unable to help myself.

“There’s thunder and lightning with heavy rain, and she’s afraid being alone.” Drake was pulling on his shoes now, movements hurried.

“Get me a clean shirt from the closet.”

By the time I turned around, Drake was already by the door, keys in hand.

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