Alpha's Private Plaything (Elsa and Drake Stone) novel Chapter 143

Alpha’s Private Plaything

Chapter 143

Drake

Without another word, I stormed out, shoving a chair so hard it

crashed into the wall. Jason hurried to keep pace with me. We took

the stairs two at a time, my every instinct screaming to find Elsa, to

reclaim what was mine.

“Drake,” Jason panted behind me, grabbing my shoulder, “think about

what you’re doing. This is neutral territory.”

I shook off his hand and continued my ascent, blood pounding in my

ears.

When we reached the fourth floor, I strode directly to room 401 and

pounded on the door hard enough to make the wood crack, the frame

shuddering under the assault of my fist.

“Drake, for fuck’s sake,” Jason hissed, “you can’t just—”

The door swung open, revealing Allen in a white bathrobe, his hair

damp from a recent shower. My eyes immediately zeroed in on the

suspicious scratches on his neck–fresh marks that looked like they’d

been made by a woman’s nails. My nostrils flared, catching Elsa’s

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scent all over him. A wave of possessive rage crashed through me, my

vision tinged with red.

“Where the hell is she?” I demanded, my voice so cold it could have

frozen hell itself, hands trembling with the effort not to wrap them

around his throat.

Allen didn’t even attempt to deny it. He nodded once, stepping back.

“She’s inside. But she’s not well, Stone.”

I shoved past him with enough force to make him stumble, nearly

ripping the door off its hinges as I entered the room. The scene

before me made my blood boil and my heart hammer against my

ribcage.

Elsa was lying on the bed, also dressed in a hotel bathrobe. Her

golden hair was splayed across the pillow, her face flushed. Even from

across the room, I could see the unmistakable marks on her neck-

hickeys, fresh and dark against her pale skin. Her evening gown and

underwear lay discarded on a chair nearby, visibly damp.

“Motherfucker,” I snarled, a sound more animal than human tearing

from my throat as I approached the bed. Elsa’s eyes were half–closed, and she was making small, pained noises that sounded like fevered

moans.

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“What the fuck did you do to her?” I rounded on Allen, my claws fully

extended now, muscles coiled to spring.

“Nothing she didn’t want,” he replied calmly. “She was soaking wet

when I found her on the lower deck. She could barely stand. I brought

her here to help her.”

“Bullshit,” I spat, stepping close enough to feel his breath. “You took

advantage of her, you sick bastard.”

“I gave her a place to rest and dry clothes. That’s all.” His tone was maddeningly reasonable. “You can check the bathroom if you don’t believe me. Her clothes were wet. I let her shower and gave her a

robe.”

I turned back to Elsa, who was stirring on the bed. Her eyes fluttered open, confusion evident in them until they locked on me. Recognition flooded her features, followed immediately by something that looked

suspiciously like guilt.

She sat up quickly–too quickly–and swayed, clearly dizzy. “Mr. Stone,” she said, her voice raspy as she clutched the bathrobe tighter

around herself.

I crossed the room in three savage strides, grabbed her wrist, and yanked her to her feet, my grip iron–tight. The sudden movement

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threw her off balance, and she stumbled against my chest. I could

smell Allen all over her–his soap, his cologne, his fucking presence- and it took every ounce of my self–control not to shift right there and

tear his throat out.

“We’re leaving,” I said, my voice brooking no argument, jaw clenched

so tight I thought my teeth might shatter.

Allen moved to block the doorway, arms crossed over his chest. “Mr. Stone, you can’t just barge into my room and take my guest. That’s

not appropriate, is it?”

“Get out of my fucking way,” I growled, my free hand curling into a

fist.

“No.” He stood his ground, shoulders squared. “I can’t just let you drag her away like this. She needs medical attention. She was ill.”

“Elsa is mine,” I snapped, possessiveness and rage making my voice

inhuman as I pulled her closer to my

side.

Allen’s eyes narrowed. “Yours? You and Ms. Hale have an employment relationship, nothing more. And from what I understand, you already

have someone else.”

The mention of Vera made my temper explode, a vein throbbing

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visibly at my temple.

Before I could respond, Elsa’s hand touched my arm. “It’s okay,” she

said softly, addressing Allen. “I’m sorry for the trouble, and thank you

for your help.”

Allen hesitated, then stepped aside, but not before pressing a

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