Alpha's Private Plaything (Elsa and Drake Stone) novel Chapter 300

Chapter 300

Elsa

Before I could protest, he slid onto the edge of my bed and wrapped his arm around my shoulders. The sudden movement startled me, causing coffee to go down the wrong pipe. I doubled over in a coughing it, coffee dribbling down my chin as I struggled to breathe. My chest burned, eyes watering as I gasped between coughs.

“Shit,” Bruce muttered, patting my back awkwardly.

“What the fuck is going on here?”

Drake’s voice cut through my coughing like a knife. I looked up through watery eyes to see him standing in the doorway, his expression thunderous.

Bruce smirked, apparently oblivious to the danger radiating from Drake. “Just keeping your former assistant company,” he said, his hand still resting

possessively on my shoulder. “Might feed her something else later, though I’m not sure she can swallow it any better.”

The innuendo was unmistakable. My face burned with humiliation. Drake’s eyes flashed gold-a dangerous sign of his wolf rising close to the surface. In two swift strides, he crossed the room and grabbed Bruce by the collar, yanking him off the bed and sending him stumbling backward.

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The container of bacon Bruce had been holding tipped over, spilling hot broth across his expensive shirt.

“Son of a bitch!” Bruce snarled, looking down at the stain.

“Get out,” Drake ordered, his voice deadly quiet.

Bruce straightened his jacket, not backing down despite the clear threat. “I don’t take orders from you, Stone. Not anymore.” He turned to me with a possessive smile. “Elsa and I have plans. I’m going to be her boyfriend any day/now.”

My jaw dropped at his audacity. “The hell you are,” I muttered under my breath, too exhausted to shout the words I wanted to. Drake’s hands curled into fists at his sides, and I could practically feel the violence brewing in the air between them.

I studied Drake surreptitiously as the men faced off. His wrinkled suit caught my attention-Drake, the fastidious Alpha who changed clothes if someone jo much as spilled water near him, was wearing yesterday’s suit.

My heart skipped a beat. Had he stayed at the hospital overnight? I immediately dismissed the thought, digging my nails into my palm to ground myself Don’t be stupid, Elsa. Drake would never spend the night in a place he considered germ-infested for anyone, especially not for pr

“Mr. Wayne,” Taylor’s calm voice interrupted the standoff as he appeared in the doorway. Your Ferrari is about to get a ticket. The parking enforcement officer is circling it now.”

Bruce waved dismissively. “So what? I can afford the fucking fine.”

“They’re also calling for a tow truck Taylor added, his expression neutral as he delivered the news.

Bruce hesitated, his eyes darting between Drake and me, clearly reluctant to leave me alone with his rival a band of sweat lived at his Wen cool hospital air

I sized the opportunity, forcing myself to stand more composed than I felt. “You should check our vol var, Bruce, we can talk later desperate to defuse the situation before if escalated ther. Ady head was pounding so hard 1, wild barely khunk straight.

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Chapter 300

Bruce finally relented, throwing Drake one last challenging look before strutting out. Taylor quietly closed the door behind them, leaving me alone with

Drake.

An uncomfortable silence filled the room. I cleared my throat, trying to ignore how the simple action sent pain shooting down my raw throat. “Thank you for bringing me to the hospital, said formally. Please let me know how fauch I owe you for the medical expenses. I’ll transfer the money right away,”

Drake’s lips curved into a mocking smile. “How about fifty thousand for my chauffeur services?”

I reached for my phone on the bedside table, ready to make the transfer. Fuck it, I’d pay whatever he asked if it meant cutting ties cleanly. Drake snatched it

from my hand before I could unlock it.

“I was joking, Elsa,” he said, pocketing my phone. His thumb brushed across the corner of my mouth, wiping away a drop of coffee I hadn’t realized was there. The casual intimacy of the gesture made my heart stutter and my breath catch painfully in my throat.

“I see you’re being nice to Bruce,” Drake observed, his tone deceptively light. “Why is it that you can be civil to him but look at me like I’m something you

scraped off your

shoe?”

The memory of our last encounter in the hotel flashed through my mind-Drake commanding me to “take off your coat” so he could check if I was really on my period, the humiliation burning through me as he’d forced me to prove myself. My jaw tightened so hard I thought my teeth might crack.

‘I’d like my phone back,” I said quietly, fighting to keep my voice steady. “And I wasn’t joking about the transfer. I insist on paying what I owe.”

Drake moved closer, the scent of him-cedar and something distinctly alpha-filling my senses. My body tensed, trapped between wanting to lean toward him and needing to pull away.

“You don’t owe me anything.”

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