Alpha's Private Plaything (Elsa and Drake Stone) novel Chapter 30

Chapter 30

Elsa

The throbbing pain in my ankle seemed insignificant compared to the weight in my chest as I purchased a support brace from the medical

center’s pharmacy.

My inner wolf whimpered pathetically, still longing for the Alpha who had rejected us. Shut up, I snarled internally. He never wanted us.

Not really.

I limped into the elevator of his luxury apartment building, my fingers trembling as I pressed the button for the penthouse floor. The space had always felt like Drake’s territory, marked with his scent and decorated to his taste. I had merely been a temporary fixture.

The apartment was silent when I entered. I moved directly to the bedroom, pulling out a small suitcase from the back of the closet. It felt surreal, gathering the fragments of my life in this place I’d called home for years.

Standing in the walk-in closet, I ran my fingers over the designer clothes Drake had purchased for me to wear as his assistant.

“You don’t belong to me,” I whispered, dropping my hand.

I moved to my modest section of the dresser, gathering the few items I’d purchased with my own money. A handful of casual clothes, some worn paperbacks, a small jewelry box containing my mother’s bracelet. Pathetic, really-how little of myself existed in this space.

My hand brushed against the silver moon pendant at my throat-the only thing Drake had ever given me that wasn’t explicitly for work. Not a gift of affection, but a mark of ownership. I should leave it behind, but my fingers refused to unclasp it. Not yet.

The sound of the front door opening froze me in place. Drake’s scent hit me before I heard his footsteps, tinged with anger.

I straightened my spine as he appeared in the doorway, his golden eyes immediately taking in the suitcase on the bed.

“Going somewhere?” His voice was dangerously soft.

“I’m leaving,” I said simply, proud that my voice didn’t waver despite my wolf’s frantic attempts to make me submit.

Drake leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms. “And where exactly do you think you’re going? Back to your mother’s place in the

slums?”

I clenched my jaw. “That’s none of your concern.”

“Oh, but it is,” he pushed away from the door, stalking toward me. “Because you seem to be forgetting something, Elsa. Our contract.”

I took a step back, my injured ankle protesting. “The contract states I need to work for Stone Industries. It says nothing about living

arrangements.”

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Drake’s smile widened as he crowded me against the closet wall. “Clever girl. But you’re forgetting the other half of our arrangement.” His face lowered to my neck, inhaling deeply. “The part where you’re mine to fuck whenever I want.”

Disgust and desire warred within me, my treacherous body responding to his proximity even as my mind recoiled. My wolf howled in approval, urging me to submit, to turn and present myself to our Alpha.

‘Don’t touch me,” I hissed.

“Is this another one of your games?” he asked, his voice mocking. “Playing hard to get to make me want you more?”

His hand slid up my side, brushing the underside of my breast through my thin blouse. My nipples hardened instantly, betraying me as

they always did.

“See how your body knows its owner?” Drake murmured, his lips now at my ear. His other hand moved between my legs, pressing against my core through my skirt. “I bet you’re already wet for me.”

I turned my face away. “Stop it.” But my wolf was practically rolling over, exposing our belly in submission.

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