Alpha's Private Plaything (Elsa and Drake Stone) novel Chapter 46

Chapter 46

What I’m made of? More than you’ll ever be, you pathetic excuse for a wolf

Drake

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I watched Elsa’s blonde hair disappear through the door, her hips swaying lightly as she walked away. Something dark and possessive twisted in my gut as I tracked her movement. Fuck. Why did she still affect me like this?

“Shouldn’t someone go after her? Luke leaned in, his voice low enough that only I could hear. “Drake, Elsa over there-maybe we should check

if she’s okay?”

My fingers stopped their rhythmic tapping on the leather armrest. I started to rise, my wolf already moving toward the door, toward her. Goddamn instincts. I couldn’t seem to kill them no matter how hard I tried

Vera’s hand slid up my arm, her touch light but unmistakably possessive. A claim. A reminder.

“Stone, she purred, her lips curving into that sweet smile that never quite reached her eyes. “Elsa’s a big girl with a surprisingly good alcohol

tolerance. Don’t worry about her.”

Don’t worry about her. As if I gave a shit.

My gaze lingered on the door Elsa had just exited through. I could still catch her scent-vanilla and cinnamon, now tainted with alcohol and something else… fear? Anxiety? Fuck it. Not my problem anymore.

I settled back into my seat, turning toward Vera who was watching me with those calculating eyes. She was always watching, always measuring. Smart girl. Too smart sometimes.

“You look tired,” I said, forcing my voice to soften. The pack members around us needed to see their Alpha caring for his potential mate. Politics. Always fucking politics. “I should take you home.”

Vera nestled closer, visibly pleased with my attention. “That would be nice She spoke loud enough for the others to hear as I adjusted her shawl with careful attention, playing my part perfectly.

But my wolf was restless, pacing inside me, eyes fixed on that door. Damnt.

Ten minutes later, I found myself in the hallway outside room 114, Jason before taking her home. The lie came easily.

my side. I’d told Vera I needed to handle a quick pack matter

-if I don’t entertain them, they won’t sign the supply contract, a female voice whispered from inside.

I recognized Elsa’s friend, the silver-haired Moon Shadow wolf who ran thi café Elsa was always talking about, I inched closer to the partially open door, listening.

“Gentlemen, business arrangements should be conducted professionally.” Elsa’s voice was steady despite the three shots I’d watched her down earlier. Stubborn bitch. Always thinking she could handle everything herself.

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A male voice answered, ‘Either she drinks with us, or the contract’s off the table.”

“Nine drinks. One for each of us, from each of you.”

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My hackles rose at the predatory tone. Nine fucking drinks? On top of what she’d already had?

“I’ll take them all. My friend doesn’t drink. But I’ll make the same deal-Irink, you sign.”

Stupid, fucking omega. My fists clenched at my sides. Why did she always have to play the hero? Always had to prove herself. Even if it killed

her.

“Drake,” Jason whispered urgently beside me, “she can’t drink nine more shots. Not on top of what she’s already had. And that’s high-proof

white liquor in there. We need to step in.”

My jaw clenched as I heard glasses clinking. The smell of alcohol wafted through the door, mixed with Elsa’s increasingly sour scent of distress.

“She made her choice,’ I said coldly. “She deserves it.” The words tasted like ash in my mouth.

Jason’s face paled as we heard another glass hit the table, followed by Elsas strained breathing. “Drake, this isn’t about deserving. This could

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