Alpha's Private Plaything (Elsa and Drake Stone) novel Chapter 44

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I removed his hand, fighting the urge to break his fingers one by one. “Th isn’t a job interview.”

“Three shots!” one of the women called out, her eyes glittering with malice “The omega has to do three shots before she can leave!”

The others took up the chant, ‘Shots! Shots! Shots!” Their eyes gleamed with the same contempt.

Jason pushed the glass toward me again. “You heard them. Three shots, then we’ll help you find your friend.”

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His fingers closed around my wrist again, thumb caressing my skin in a way that made my stomach turn. I could smell his desire now, sharp

and insistent beneath the alcohol.

“Let go of me,” I said quietly, my tone dangerous despite my inferior status

“Not until you drink,” he replied, his voice hardening. “Don’t be a spoilsport, Elsa.”

I looked toward Drake, wondering if he would intervene. Our eyes met, and for a moment, I thought I saw a flicker of something-anger?

Jealousy? But then he turned away, whispering something in Vera’s ear that made her giggle like a schoolgirl.

Of course. Why would he care? I was never anything more than a convenient hole to him.

“Drake,” Jason called out, “you don’t mind if I get to know your former assistant better, do you? She’s not your property anymore, right?”

Drake’s expression remained neutral as he looked up, but I caught the slight tightening of his jaw. “Why would I care? She can do whatever she

wants.”

Vera smirked, nestling closer to Drake’s side like a pampered cat. “I’m sure Elsa is just looking for a new boss to serve,” she said sweetly, poison

dripping from every word.

I stood awkwardly at the edge of the circular booth as Jason rose to his feet, his eyes gleaming with predatory excitement. Three shot glasses

appeared in his hand, filled to the brim with something that smelled like could strip paint.

*To new beginnings, Elsa!” Jason announced, loud enough for everyone in the booth to hear. “Three shots to celebrate your freedom from our

mutual friend,”

I felt Drake’s eyes burning into me from across the room where he sat with Vera curled against him like some prize-winning lapdog.

Without hesitation, I took the first glass, tipped my head back, and let the liquid fire slide down my throat. Fuck you, Jason. Fuck you, Drake.

And especially fuck me for being here at all. The second and third followed just as quickly, my eyes never leaving Jason’s surprised face. Each

shot burned worse than the last, but I refused to wince.

I set the empty glass down firmly and stood up straight despite the immediate burn spreading through my chest and the slight wobble in my

knees.

“Jason, the drinks are done. I have business elsewhere. Excuse me. My vole came out colder than the ice in their whiskey glasses.

Laughter erupted from several Black Obsidian wolves lounging in the boot One of them, a broad-shouldered man with a cropped haircut, smirked at me.

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“Not so fast, omega. The night’s just getting started.”

Another muttered, “Mixing all those liquors… she’s asking for trouble.”

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