Alpha's Private Plaything (Elsa and Drake Stone) novel Chapter 61

Chapter 61

Drake

I stared at my phone as it buzzed in my hand, the name “Elsa” flashing on the screen. Her third goddamn call today. Without

hesitation, I pressed the decline button, silencing her persistence with a swipe of my thumb.

“Drake?” Vera’s voice was soft, a practiced vulnerability that made her seem smaller, weaker than she was. She stood at the

doorway of her parents’ estate, her slender figure framed by the grand entrance. “Who was that?”

I slipped the phone into my pocket, but Vera’s sharp eyes had already caught the caller ID. Shit.

“It’s nothing.” I handed her the box of custom-made cupcakes from the Silver Moon Bakery, a peace offering I’d brought to

soothe her earlier tantrum about some designer purse.

Vera’s lips trembled as she took the box, her eyes filling with tears. “You said she wouldn’t call your personal number anymore.

You promised me, Drake.”

The scent of her distress hit my nostrils-sweet and tangy, like overripe fruit. My wolf stirred in response, the alpha in me

unable to resist a female’s apparent suffering.

“You’re right.” I cupped her cheek, wiping away a tear with my thumb. It was slick and perfect, no saltiness or redness around

her eyes. Vera had always been an expert at crying on command. “I’ll take care of it right now.”

I powered off my phone completely, a strange heaviness settling in my gut. ” I’ll get a new number. Only you will have it.”

Her smile bloomed instantly, tears magically disappearing. “Thank you, Drake.” She pressed herself against me.

A car horn blared, interrupting the moment. Taylor leaned out of my custom Range Rover, his impatience evident in the

furrow of his brow.

“Is the date over yet? Jason’s called me fifteen fucking times. Says the party’s starting.” He glanced at his watch pointedly.

“And you know how he gets when people are late to his events.”

Vera giggled, wrapping herself around my arm like a vine claiming territory. “Just five more minutes?”

I’d already spent two mind-numbing hours listening to her talk about some reality TV show and the rival debutantes in her

social circle. But the adoring way she looked up at me, her submission so clear and enticing to me.

“Let’s go,” I said to Taylor, leading Vera to the car. “Jason can wait a few more minutes.”

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In the back seat, I pulled out my new phone-sleek, untraceable, and most importantly, a number that Elsa didn’t have. i d called Kayla earlier, barking orders at her to have a new SIM card ready within the hour.

“I need a new number. Completely untraceable. Have it on my desk by noon,” I’d demanded.

The poor girl had stammered something about carrier procedures and waiting periods.

“I don’t give a fuck about procedures. Make it happen or clean out your desk.”

An hour later, she’d personally delivered the new card to my car, her hands trembling as she handed over the small plastic

package. I hadn’t thanked her.

I’d already shared the new number with everyone who mattered: Taylor, Jason, my father, and of course, Vera. The knowledge

that I’d cut off Elsa’s direct line to me brought a strange mix of satisfaction and discomfort that twisted in my gut like a knife.

So why did I feel like such an asshole?

By the time we arrived at the Moon Night Club, Jason’s VIP room was already filled with pack members, the bass thumping

through the walls like a heartbeat. Vera clung to me as we entered, her presence announced by the jingling of the diamond

bracelet I’d given her last week.

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