Alpha's Private Plaything (Elsa and Drake Stone) novel Chapter 67

Chapter 67

Drake emerged first, impeccably dressed in a tailored black suit, his hair slicked back, emphasizing his sharp jawline. My heart

lurched traitorously in my chest, a shameful heat blooming low in my belly.

Vera followed, emerging in a frothy pink ballgown that made her look like a princess doll. A fucking princess doll.

“Elsa! You’re here too!” Vera’s voice dripped with fake surprise and honey-sweet venom.

I forced a polite smile, my jaw aching with the effort. “Jason invited me.”

Drake’s gaze landed on me, scorching in its intensity. His eyes traveled slowly from my shoulders to my waist, then to where

the dress hugged my hips. My skin prickled with awareness, and I instinctively stepped closer to Jason, linking my arm through his. Don’t look at me like that, you bastard. You don’t get to want me after throwing me away.

“Jason, we should go inside,” I said, my voice tight.

He seemed to sense my discomfort and proudly guided me toward the entrance, leaving Drake and Vera standing there.

As we walked away, I heard Vera’s voice: “Drake, are they wearing coordinated outfits?”

“Drake, are they wearing coordinated outfits?” Vera asked, her voice deliberately bright while her eyes tracked Drake’s gaze, which remained fixed on Elsa’s retreating form.

Drake’s jaw tightened. “It’s just some designer piece Jason brought back from Paris Fashion Week.”

Vera glanced down at her own flat chest and puffy pink dress, momentary insecurity flashing across her face. “I thought you

said I looked pretty in this…”

Drake snapped back to attention. “You do. You look adorable. Elsa’s outfit is too flashy. Women should be elegant and

demure.”

Vera’s smile returned, and she clung tighter to his arm. “Let’s go inside, darling.”

Jason and I entered the grand ballroom, where chandeliers cast a warm glow over the gathering. My silver dress caught the light with every step, shimmering like liquid mercury. I felt eyes turn toward us-some curious, some admiring, some envious.

Everyone’s staring. Fucking fantastic. I resisted the urge to cross my arms over my chest or flee to the nearest dark corner.

“See that?” Jason whispered proudly. “You’re stealing the show. I have the most beautiful date at my own party.”

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“I’m not your date,” I reminded him gently. “And I’m not used to this kind of attention.” Not as myself, anyway. I’m used to

being invisible-Drake’s shadow, his assistant, his dirty little secret.

Jason chuckled. “You should be. It’s about time people saw you instead of just Drake’s shadow.” He guided me deeper into the

room. “You know, Drake always goes for the cute, submissive type. That’s why he’s with Vera.”

His words stirred memories I’d rather forget. When Drake and I first entered our contract ten years ago, I was younger, more

compliant, eager to please. The years had hardened me, taught me to stand my ground even as my body betrayed me at his

touch. Perhaps Jason was right-I was no longer Drake’s type. I’d outgrown being the meek omega he preferred.

This realization felt both liberating and strangely melancholic. A decade of my life wasted on a man who never wanted me for who I am, only for what I could give him. How fucking pathetic is that?

For the next hour, I guided Jason through the crowd, whispering information about each guest into his ear. Though Jason held considerable status in the Black Obsidian pack, he lacked finesse when it came to the subtleties of business relationships.

“That’s James Smith, head of mining operations in the Eastern Territory,” I murmured. “His daughter just started college- computer programming prodigy. That’s your conversation opener.”

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