Alpha's Private Plaything (Elsa and Drake Stone) novel Chapter 119

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Alpha’s Private Plaything

Chapter 119

His face paled slightly. The reference to his family issues–the

scandal with his brother that I’d learned about yesterday–was clear.

“That’s blackmail,” he hissed.

“That’s business,” I countered, keeping my voice level. “The

agreement needs to be signed tonight.”

Wilson glared at me for several long seconds before snatching the

tablet from my hands and scrawling his signature on the document.

“Drake Stone is a bastard, and you’re perfect for him.”

I accepted the tablet back with a neutral smile while internally

seething. Another man assuming I’m just an extension of Drake.

Goddamn it. “Thank you for your cooperation.”

As I turned to leave, Wilson called after me. “Wait.” His voice had lost

its edge. “I heard rumors you’re leaving Stone Industries.”

I froze. How did everyone seem to know my plans?

“If that’s true,” Wilson continued, reaching into his jacket pocket,

“you might consider other options.” He extended a business card. “We

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could use someone with your… negotiation skills.”

I hesitated before taking the card, tucking it into my blazer pocket.

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

Wilson nodded. “Ten years is a long time to spend as someone’s

shadow, Ms. Hale. Maybe it’s time to cast your own.”

His words followed me as I walked away, each step heavier than the last. Ten years. A decade of my life given to Drake Stone. And for what? A contract that would end in days, leaving me with nothing but memories I’d rather forget and skills learned through countless

humiliations.

I was headed back to the hotel when a familiar scent hit me–pine and amber with undertones of dominance that made my wolf instinctively lower her head. Drake.

He stood by the hotel entrance, his tall frame silhouetted against the golden light, expression thunderous. His eyes locked on mine, glowing slightly in the dim light.

“Come with me. Now.” His voice was low, the command unmistakable.

I hesitated, my newfound courage warring with years of conditioning. My mother’s treatment was nearly complete; the contract was almost

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over. I could walk away.

Tell him to go to hell, my mind screamed. But my body remained

frozen, caught between rebellion and submission.

But not yet. Not tonight.

I followed him into the private elevator, the doors closing with a soft

chime that seemed to seal my fate.

Neither of us spoke as the elevator climbed to the penthouse level.

Drake stood with his back to me, shoulders rigid beneath his tailored

suit. The silence was suffocating, charged with tension that crackled

between us like static electricity.

The moment we entered the suite, Drake turned, backing me against

the wall. His body caged mine, one hand braced beside my head, the

other gripping my hip.

“What did you say to Wilson?” he demanded, his face inches from mine. His nostrils flared as he inhaled my scent, searching for lies.

“I got him to sign the goddamn agreement,” I answered, forcing my voice to remain steady despite the rapid beating of my heart. “Which

is what you wanted, isn’t it?”

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