Alpha's Private Plaything (Elsa and Drake Stone) novel Chapter 58

Chapter 58

Elsa

When we returned to the main room, Marcus motioned for me to join him.

“Elsa,” his commanding voice carried the authority of years of leadership. “You’re looking rather grim tonight. Is everything alright in the assistant department?”

I kept my expression neutral. “Everything is running smoothly, sir.”

“And how is that working out?”

I could sense the real question beneath his words. Marcus had always been astute.

“There will be some personnel changes when my contract ends in two months,” I replied carefully. “I’ve already prepared the necessary paperwork to notify the company.”

My heart hammered against my ribs. Two months. Sixty days. Then I’m free from this beautiful prison.

A murmur rippled through the elders nearby. One of Drake’s aunts leaned forward, her voice syrupy sweet but her eyes

calculating.

“Two months? But surely after all this time, you and Drake must be planning something more… permanent? A mating

ceremony, perhaps?”

The room grew quiet. All eyes turned to Drake, who had been talking to a pack elder across the room. He must have heard the question because he turned, his expression cold and dismissive.

“I will not be marrying Elsa,” he stated flatly, his eyes glacier-cold. “That was never the plan.”

The words shouldn’t have hurt-I’d known this truth for years-but hearing it stated so bluntly, so publicly, made my chest

constrict painfully.

Fuck you, Drake. Fuck you for saying it like that, like I’m some delusional omega who imagined a future with you.

My face burned with humiliation, but I kept my expression carefully blank. Years of practice hiding my feelings in front of him

came in handy now.

Marcus’s brow furrowed with disapproval. “You’ve been together for how many years now, Drake? And she’s proven herself

loyal to our pack time and again.”

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Drake’s jaw tightened. “That’s business, Father. Not a mating qualification.”

I stood there, humiliation burning through me, as they discussed my future as if I weren’t present. As if my feelings didn’t

matter.

Just business. That’s all I am. That’s all I ever was.

Later, I found Drake alone by the grand staircase, his phone pressed to his ear, his voice uncharacteristically gentle.

“Yes, I’ll be your home soon,” he murmured. “Just be patient a little longer, okay? Good girl. I’ll bring your favorite dessert.”

My stomach twisted as I recognized the tone-one he’d never used with me.

Not once did he speak to me that way. Not. Fucking. Once.

Drake noticed me standing there with the warm milk his mother had asked me to bring him. His expression hardened

instantly.

“Were you eavesdropping?” he demanded, shoving his phone into his pocket.

“No,” I replied coldly, extending the glass. “Your mother asked me to bring this to you.”

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