Alpha's Private Plaything (Elsa and Drake Stone) novel Chapter 146

Chapter 146

Elsa

The next morning, I received an email from Crescent Industries‘ HR department, inviting me for an interview. My spirits lifted–this was a company with no connections to either pack. I immediately accepted, scheduling the interview for the following day, practically bouncing

in my chair with excitement.

Three hours later, another email arrived:

Dear Ms. Hale,

We regret to inform you that the position you applied for has been filled. We appreciate your interest in Crescent Industries and wish you the best in your future endeavors.

I stared at my screen in disbelief. “You have got to be fucking kidding me,” I whispered, then slammed my palm against the desk. “GOD

DAMN IT!”

The position had been filled within hours of offering me an interview? It didn’t take a genius to figure out what had happened. I picked up my coffee mug and hurled it against the wall, watching it

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shatter with savage satisfaction.

“Damn you, Drake,” I snarled, my hands shaking with rage as I paced

the small confines of my living room. “How far does your fucking

reach extend? Will you try to control my entire life?

I lay sprawled on my bed, one arm flung over my eyes, the other

clutching my phone so tightly my knuckles turned white. The ceiling

fan spun lazily above me, its rhythm failing to calm the storm raging

inside.

“Fuck,” I whispered, then louder, “FUCK!” I slammed my fist into the

mattress. The rejection email from Crescent Industries burned in my

mind like acid.

“He’ll get bored eventually,” I muttered, sitting up and viciously

raking my hair back from my face. “I’m just an assistant. A goddamn replaceable Omega. He’ll find someone new to torment and forget all

about me.”

“That fucking entitled bastard!” Sophia’s voice exploded from my

living room. I could hear her stomping back and forth, each step punctuating her rage. “Who the hell does he think he is? That piece of shit can’t just blacklist you across the entire fucking city!”

I dragged myself off the bed, muscles aching with tension, and

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shuffled to the doorway. Sophia was pacing like a caged animal, her

hands gesticulating wildly, face flushed with anger.

“He’s Drake–fucking–Stone,” I said flatly, leaning against the doorframe for support. “CEO of Stone Industries. Alpha heir to the Black Obsidian pack’s core family.” I laughed, a hollow sound that scraped my throat. “He can do whatever the hell he wants. To whoever

he wants.”

Sophia whirled toward me, eyes flashing dangerously. “He’s a self- important asshole with his head so far up his ass he can’t see daylight!” She jabbed a finger in the air with each point. “After everything–after you lost his baby, after he parades that prissy bitc.. Vera around in public like some trophy–he still thinks he owns you!”

I flinched visibly, my hand instinctively moving to my abdomen. The memory of the miscarriage hit me like a physical blow, making me curl in on myself. Drake had barely acknowledged it happened, returning to work the day after I was released from the hospital. Business as fucking usual.

“What are you going to do about work?” Sophia asked, her voice softening as she noticed my reaction. She approached and guided me to the couch, where I sank down, suddenly exhausted. “You could try applying to companies in the Silver Moon territory. Alexander would

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