Alpha's Private Plaything (Elsa and Drake Stone) novel Chapter 129

Chapter 129

Elsa

I lay on the blanket inside the tent, every muscle in my body screaming in protest. My legs felt like jelly, and the tender ache

between my thighs reminded me of what had just happened. Drake’s scent still clung to my skin, marking me as thoroughly as any

physical brand.

Christ, I can barely move. The bastard certainly made sure I’d remember this little beach excursion.

The peaceful aftermath was shattered by Drake’s phone ringing. He answered immediately, his face hardening as he listened.

“I understand. We’ll be there right away.” His voice dropped an octave, that commanding Alpha tone that made my spine straighten

automatically.

Drake was already pulling on his pants, movements precise and efficient. “Get dressed,” he ordered without looking at me.

“What’s happening?” I asked, slowly sitting up, wincing at the soreness that radiated through my core.

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“The mate exchange is starting soon. We need to go back to the

resort.”

Oh god, no. No, no, no. Not this. Anything but this. Is this why he fucked me senseless first? To make sure I was properly “warmed up”

for whoever he’s trading me to?

I fumbled for my dress, the one he’d practically torn off me earlier. The fabric was ripped at the seam, barely decent enough to make it back to our room. As I struggled to cover myself, Drake tossed his

black jacket at me.

“Put this on. We’ll get you changed once we’re back.”

His face was unreadable, but there was a new tension in his shoulders that hadn’t been there before. I wrapped his jacket around my shoulders, inhaling his scent involuntarily. Damn it. Even now, part of me responded to him, craved his protection even as I feared what he

planned to do with me.

“Move,” he commanded, already ducking out of the tent.

I followed him, my legs wobbling beneath me. Every step was a reminder of our coupling, a physical echo of his possession. Maybe 1 should just run now, disappear into the woods. But who am I kidding? He’d track me down in minutes, and then I’d be truly fucked–and not

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in the way I just was.

Back in our suite, Drake immediately headed for the bathroom. The shower started running, and I stood awkwardly in the middle of the room, still wearing his jacket over my torn dress.

my voice.

“Where’s Eric?” I called out, unable to keep the anxiety from Eric was Drake’s friend, but he’d always been decent to me. His

absence now felt ominous.

“He left the resort last night,” Drake replied over the sound of running water, his tone dismissive.

My stomach dropped. Eric had left. That meant the only people still here were those participating in the exchange.

Shit, shit, shit. This is really happening. Everyone who wasn’t participating has conveniently disappeared. How fucking convenient.

Drake emerged from the bathroom ten minutes later, a towel wrapped around his waist, droplets of water still clinging to his chest. He walked past me to the closet, pulling out a fresh suit.

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