Alpha's Private Plaything (Elsa and Drake Stone) novel Chapter 8

Chapter 8

“You’re awfully quiet,” Vera said, sliding her manicured hand up my thigh, getting dangerously close to my crotch. Her scent-drowning in expensive perfume-filled the car.

“Just tired,” I replied, keeping my eyes on the road. The alcohol made her scent more irritating than appealing. The contrast with Elsa’s natural scent-clean, slightly sweet, with that hint of arousal whenever I got close to her-hit me like a punch to the gut.

My wolf’s ears perked at just the thought of Elsa. He remembered her scent, the way she’d bare her throat to me, submitting completely while her eyes still challenged me.

Damn it. Stop thinking about her wet pussy every time you’re with Vera.

When we reached the Horton mansion, Vera turned to me with a shy look. “Mother’s away,” she purred, pressing her tits against my arm.

“You could… stay tonight.”

My cock didn’t even twitch. Instead, my mind flashed to Elsa. It had been two months since I’d banished her to the island, and my body was feeling every day of her absence. My wolf howled mournfully inside me, mourning the loss of our Elsa.

Fuck. Why can’t I get her out of my head? Why can’t I want the woman I’m supposed to want?

“I can’t,” I said abruptly. “Work tomorrow.”

Disappointment flickered across Vera’s face before she covered it with a smile. “Of course. Always so dedicated.”

I kissed her briefly. As I watched her to her door, a wave of self-disgust washed over me. What the hell was I doing?

As soon as she disappeared, I pulled out my phone.

“Where is Elsa Hale?” I demanded when my security head answered.

“Still at the island site, sir. Hasn’t left in eight weeks.”

My grip tightened on the steering wheel. Eight fucking weeks without leaving that island once? Was she working herself to death out

there?

And whose fault is that, asshole? a voice in my head taunted.

“Send me her status,” I ordered before ending the call.

I started driving toward Elsa’s apartment, then caught myself. What the hell was I doing? I redirected toward the pack mansion, but the alcohol and my wolf had other ideas. The beast inside me was restless, pacing and clawing to get to Elsa.

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You’re her Alpha, not her boyfriend. You sent her away. You have Vera now. The proper choice for the pack. For the bloodline.

The mansion felt too empty when I arrived. After downing another drink that did nothing to dull the ache, I found myself back in my car,

driving to Elsa’s apartment.

I still had the key. I shouldn’t use it. I used it anyway.

This is fucked up, even for you, I thought as I turned the key.

Her scent hit me the moment I opened the door-faint but unmistakable. Pure Elsa, without artificial enhancements. My cock hardened instantly, a primal part of me recognizing something that belonged to me. My wolf surged forward, nearly taking control.

I moved through the darkened apartment until I reached her bedroom. Memories flooded back-her beneath me, around me, the taste of her cunt, her moans when I hit that spot deep inside her, the way she’d submit to me completely while somehow never losing that spark

of defiance that drove me fucking crazy.

“Goddamn it,” I muttered, sitting heavily on her bed and picking up the pillow she’d slept on. I buried my face in it, inhaling deeply. My

cock strained painfully against my zipper while my canines lengthened involuntarily.

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