Alpha's Private Plaything (Elsa and Drake Stone) novel Chapter 110

Chapter 110

Elsa

Kayla’s eyes darted to the high–necked blouse I was wearing. I knew she was looking for the marks Drake had left on my skin during our

hotel encounter. Her lips quirked up slightly.

“You know, he seems in a better mood when you wear those high-

necked things,” she whispered. “Less growly.”

I fought the urge to touch my neck, feeling phantom pressure from his teeth. Of course he’d be pleased–the marks were his way of branding me. Like I’m cattle. His property.

“You should consider applying for the senior assistant position,” I suggested, changing the subject, desperate to think about anything else. “You’ve been here longer than anyone else in the department.”

Kayla blushed. “Oh, I couldn’t possibly. I don’t have your…

qualifications.”

By qualifications, she meant my omega status. The thing that made me valuable to Drake in ways that went beyond administrative skills. The reality of it made my stomach turn. Yes, my special qualification

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-being born an Omega. The genetic lottery that means I’m good for

fucking and serving. How lucky for me.

“Neither does Vera or Susan, I muttered, watching Vera filing her

nails while pretending to work. “One just wants to climb the

corporate ladder by climbing into his bed, and the other is using ner family connections to play office.”

Kayla stifled a laugh. “You’re terrible.”

“I’m honest,” I corrected her, a flicker of satisfaction warming my

chest at her reaction.

By the time I finished work, the sky had turned a dusky purple. I

hurried across the lobby, eager to get home and away from the

stifling atmosphere of the office. Just three more days, and I’d be free.

Three more fucking days in this gilded cage.

“Elsa?” a familiar voice called from near the reception desk.

Allen Moonlight stood there in a tailored gray suit, his warm eyes crinkling at the corners when he spotted me. Something in my chest lightened at the sight of him–a man who looked at me without calculation or ownership in his eyes.

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“Allen? What are you doing here?”

“Waiting for Susan,” he explained. “I wanted to thank you personally for helping her get the internship.”

I swallowed my immediate response–that Susan wasn’t qualified and would likely last about as long as a snowflake in hell once Drake tired of her fawning. That she’d be chewed up and spit out by this place like all the others before her.

“I didn’t do much,” I said instead, guilt twisting in my gut. “Just passed along her resume.”

“You saved her at the mall too.” Allen’s expression grew serious. “She

told me everything. You risked yourself to protect my sister.”

I shifted uncomfortably, heat rising to my face. My wolf preened

slightly at the acknowledgment, even as my human side tried to brush it off. At least someone fucking notices when I put my neck on the

line.

“I wouldn’t call it saving. I just did what anyone would do.”

“Not anyone would have confronted an armed man to protect a stranger.” He stepped closer, his scent–clean pine and something uniquely his–washing over me. “Let me take you to dinner as a thank

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you.”

Before I could respond, Susan bounced into the lobby, her designer

handbag swinging. “Allen! You’re early!”

She spotted me and flashed a bright smile that didn’t reach her eyes.

“Oh, Elsa! Are you joining us for dinner?”

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