Alpha's Private Plaything (Elsa and Drake Stone) novel Chapter 42

Chapter 42

The smell of whiskey and cigarettes clung to him, making my nose wrinkle He was drunk, but not sloppy-just confident enough to be

dangerous. I could smell the arousal wafting off him, making my inner wolf growl in warning.

“I’m here for a friend,” I said firmly, trying to step around him, my heart hammering with worry for Sophia. “She called me for help.”

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Jason moved to block my path, his smile never reaching his eyes. “Don’t be in such a rush. Have a drink with us first. His hand reached out to touch my arm, and I fought the urge to flinch. After all, I might be your new boss soon. I heard you’ve been shopping your resume around.”

I stepped back, avoiding his touch. ‘I need to find my friend.

She can wait five minutes,” he insisted, moving closer again. His scent changed, taking on the musky notes of alpha interest that made my

stomach turn. “Drake’s in the VIP section, you know. With his little girlfriend.”

My stomach dropped like a stone. Of course Drake would be here. The universe wasn’t content to just make my night difficult-it had to be a complete shit show. A sharp pain stabbed through my chest at the thought of seeing him with Vera, and I hated myself for still caring.

All the more reason for me to get my friend and leave quickly,” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady while my insides twisted with dread.

Jason chuckled, the sound low and predatory. “Come on, Elsa. Everyone knows you’ve been Drake’s little pet for years. Now that he’s moved on,

the rest of us are curious what all the fuss was about.”

I bit back the urge to slap him, my palm actually tingling with the desire to connect with his smug face. “Move. Now.”

But as I tried to push past him, Jason grabbed my wrist, his grip firm but not painful-yet. “One drink. That’s all I’m asking. His thumb traced small circles on my inner wrist, making my skin crawl with revulsion. “Unless you’re still holding out hope that Drake will come to his senses?”

The mention of Drake’s name sent a familiar ache through my chest, but I crushed it down ruthlessly. Ten years of my life wasted on that cold-

hearted bastard. Never again.

“My friend needs help,” I said through gritted teeth, my wolf snarling inside me.

“Your friend is fine,” Jason said dismissively, his grip tightening slightly. Probably just had one too many.”

I weighed my options, the bitter taste of defeat already in my mouth. Sopa needed me, and if she was in the VIP section with Drake present, things could be worse than I thought. But walking in there meant facing him-and Vera-and the humiliation that would inevitably follow.

No matter what I do, I lose. Story of my life.

‘Fine,’ I conceded, the word tasting like ash. ‘Let’s go find her.”

Jason’s smile widened as he placed his hand on the small of my back, guiding me toward the entrance. I had to fight every instinct not to shove him away. The bouncer nodded at Jason, recognizing him as Black Obsidian, and waved us through without checking IDs.

The club was packed, bodies pressed together on the dance floor, the scent of pheromones thick in the air making my head spin. I scanned the crowd desperately for Sophia’s silver hair but saw no sign of her. Jason stered me toward the back of the club, where a velvet rope and another

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