Alpha's Private Plaything (Elsa and Drake Stone) novel Chapter 218

Chapter 218

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Something snapped inside me. My carefully maintained composure

cracked. I straightened up with fluid grace, adjusting my grip on the

cane, my knuckles white. With precise calculation that belied my

rage, I swung it at a piece of broken brick lying nearby, sending it

flying directly into Samuel’s right knee with a sickening crack that

echoed through the alley.

The sound that tore from Samuel’s throat wasn’t quite human–a

high, keening wail of pain as he clutched at his shattered kneecap.

His body convulsed, back arching off the ground.

“Wrong answer,” I said softly, a cold smile playing at the corners of

my mouth as I watched him writhe. “Some people, Mr. Wright, you

simply cannot afford to provoke.”

Noah removed his foot from Samuel’s chest, allowing him to curl into

a fetal position. Samuel’s moans filled the alley as he clutched his

ruined knee, tears and snot streaming down his face.

“Remember this lesson,” I said, pulling on leather gloves as I prepared

to leave. The calm had returned to my voice, but my eyes remained

glacial. “Next time, the consequences will be far more severe.”

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We left him there, his pained whimpers echoing off the alley walls as

we walked calmly back to my SUV parked two blocks away.

Inside the vehicle, I removed my gloves methodically, placing them in

a plastic bag that Noah held open for me. My hands trembled slightly

-the only indication of the adrenaline coursing through me.

“Has Lucas reached Europe yet?” I asked, my voice returning to its

usual measured tone as I fought to regain my composure.

Noah nodded, starting the engine. “His flight landed in Geneva this

morning. He’ll be there for at least three months, just as planned.”

I gazed out at the city lights as we pulled away from the curb, my

reflection in the window revealing nothing of the turmoil within. The

Moonlight family had a long memory and little tolerance for those

who crossed us. Still, this matter with Elsa troubled me more than I

cared to admit.

“What do you think of this situation with Elsa and Drake?” I asked,

breaking the silence.

Noah glanced at me. “It’s not our fight, is it?

“Perhaps,” I conceded, watching the streets slide by. “But Drake’s

methods are… concerning. He treats her like property rather than a

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partner.”

“You’ve grown fond of her,” Noah observed, his tone carefully neutral.

I didn’t deny it. “She deserves better than being caught between

power–hungry men.”

As we drove toward the city center, I couldn’t help thinking about

Elsa’s determined eyes and the quiet dignity she maintained despite

everything. Drake Stone might believe he owned her, but he was

mistaken. No one truly owned Elsa–and that, I suspected, was exactly

what infuriated him.

Samuel

Pain. Fucking blinding, all–consuming pain radiating from my knee. I

don’t know how long I lay in that filthy alley, screaming until my

voice gave out, the taste of bile and blood filling my mouth. My hands

hovered uselessly over my shattered kneecap, afraid to touch it but

unable to leave it alone.

Eventually, some passerby found me and called for help. The hospital

staff asked questions I couldn’t answer–not if I wanted to stay alive.

“I fell,” I told them through gritted teeth, sweat pouring down my

face. “Just patch me up and let me go, goddammit.”

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The doctor looked skeptical but didn’t push it. “You have a

comminuted fracture of the patella–your kneecap is essentially

shattered. You’ll need surgery and months of rehabilitation.”

“Just do what you have to do,” I growled, my fingers digging into the

examination table until they left dents. “But I’m not staying here. I

need to get back to my territory.”

After minimal treatment and against medical advice, I had my boys

pick me up and take me home. I wasn’t about to lie helpless in a

hospital bed while my enemies circled like vultures. Every bump in

the road sent fresh waves of agony up my leg, making me bite my lip

until it bled.

Back at my place, sprawled on my couch with my leg propped up and

throbbing mercilessly, I gathered what remained of my crew. My face

was ashen, and cold sweat soaked through my shirt.

“Find out who those fuckers were,” I ordered, swallowing another

painkiller with a shaking hand. “They’re working for Stone, I know it.

This is payback for that bitch getting cut.”