Alpha's Private Plaything (Elsa and Drake Stone) novel Chapter 41

Chapter 41

Elsa

I scrolled through my email for the fifth time that evening, staring at the ob offers that had accumulated over the past week. Five companies,

all willing to hire me for executive-level positions. The reality of it still shocked me.

Who would have thought that after years of being told I was just a convenient hole, other companies would actually value my skills? Fucking

unbelievable.

I sat cross-legged on the pull-out couch in Sophia’s spare room, my laptop balanced precariously on my knees.

Silver Glow Industries topped the list of offers, with a director-level position that made my current salary look like pocket change. Alexander

had personally followed up yesterday, mentioning flexible working arrangements and a comprehensive healthcare plan that would cover my mother’s silver poisoning treatments.

But there was a catch. There was always a damn catch.

I’d spent ten years as Drake Stone’s assistant-and secret fuck toy. Ten years where I’d learned everything about Black Obsidian’s business

operations, client relationships, and strategic plans. Any company hiring me would be getting that knowledge along with my skills.

Would they see me as Elsa Hale, competent professional? Or just Drake Stone’s leftover omega with insider information?

“Shit,” I whispered into the empty room, rubbing my temples where a headache was forming.

My phone buzzed with a text from Jason Black, Drake’s friend who’d apparently decided I was fair game now that Drake had Vera.

`Dinner tomorrow? I know a great place downtown. Very omega-friendly.

I rolled my eyes so hard I nearly gave myself a migraine. “Omega-friendly usually meant dimmed lights and private booths where men could

paw at their dates without anyone batting an eye.

As if I’d trade one Stone pack asshole for another. Dream on, Jason.

I was about to respond with a polite rejection-because despite everything, burning bridges in the werewolf business community wasn’t smart-

when my phone rang. Sophia’s name flashed on the screen.

‘Hello?” I answered, my heart rate picking up.

The response was a slurred mumble. “Elsa… Moon… Moon Light Bar… the keep… making me drink… head spinning…”

My blood ran cold, ice replacing the anger in my veins. Sophia had gone out with some clients, but she’d promised to be home early. She had the alcohol tolerance of a butterfly-two drinks and she was done.

“Sophia, are you okay? I demanded, already on my feet, my wolf suddenlylert and anxious.

‘Black Obs… obsidian wolves… won’t let me leave… dizzy…”

Shit. Shit. SHIT.

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Black Obsidian wolves at Moon Light Bar, forcing drinks on my Moon Shadow friend? This wasn’t a coincidence. Someone was sending a message-and using Sophia to do it. My hands trembled with a mixture of fear and rage as I pictured Sophia surrounded by Drake’s wolves, too drunk to protect herself.

I grabbed my coat and purse, shoving my feet into the first shoes I found thankfully flats, since my ankle was still tender from Vera’s sabotage. My keys jingled in my hand as I raced down the stairs of Sophia building, not bothering to wait for the elevator.

Twenty minutes later, I pulled up to the Moon Light Bar, a popular neutral territory club where wolves from both packs mingled. The bass thumped through the walls, and the scent of alcohol, perfume, and arouse wolves hung heavy in the night air, making my sensitive omega nose twitch with disgust.

As I approached the entrance, a familiar voice called out from the smoking area.

“Well, well, if it isn’t Elsa Hale.”

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