Alpha's Private Plaything (Elsa and Drake Stone) novel Chapter 148

Alpha’s Private Plaything

Chapter 148

Elsa

“Are you sure you’re feeling alright? You look paler than usual,” my mother said, her brow furrowed with concern as we stood outside the

hospital entrance. The morning sunlight did nothing to warm the

chill I felt inside.

I forced a smile, squeezing her frail hand. The silver veins of her

silver toxicity syndrome seemed more pronounced today against her

skin. “I’m fine, Mom. Just tired from all the fucking job hunting,” I

said, then immediately regretted cursing in front of her. “Sorry.”

“Promise me you’ll get checked out,” she insisted, her eyes–so similar

to mine–searching my face. “Maybe while you’re here? The women’s

clinic is on the third floor.”

I nodded, more to appease her than anything else. But the truth was, I

had been feeling off lately. The cramping had been worse since the

miscarriage, especially after my last encounter with Drake. My

periods had always been painful, but this was different–sharper,

more persistent, like someone was twisting a goddamn knife in my

gut.

“I promise.” I nervously tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. “Now

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go back inside before you catch a chill.” I kissed her cheek, inhaling her familiar scent. “I’ll see you tomorrow with those pastries you like

from Mira’s.”

As she disappeared through the sliding doors, I hesitated, chewing on my bottom lip until I tasted blood. Maybe Mom was right. I should get

checked out while I was here.

Fuck it. Might as well use this hospital visit for something productive.

The women’s clinic waiting room was painted a soothing shade of blue that did nothing to calm my nerves. I’d filled out the intake forms, my hand trembling so badly I had to restart twice. When I checked the box for “previous miscarriage,” my vision blurred with unexpected tears. I blinked them back furiously, digging my nails into my palm until the pain cleared my head.

I just needed some vitamins or something. Maybe advice on how to manage the pain without those expensive prescription meds.

“Ms. Hale?” The receptionist’s voice startled me. “Dr. Matthews can

see you now.”

As I stood, gathering my purse with shaking hands, a familiar scent

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hit me–expensive perfume with undertones of Black Obsidian pack markers. I turned so quickly I nearly lost my balance, my heart hammering against my ribs like it wanted to escape. Miranda Stone

was entering the waiting area, looking as elegant as ever.

Was she pregnant? At her age, it would be unusual but not

impossible.

“Elsa!” Miranda’s face lit up as she spotted me. “What a lovely

coincidence.”

I straightened my posture instinctively, my spine going rigid. “Mrs. Stone. Nice to see you again,” I lied through gritted teeth.

“Miranda, please.” She approached, her eyes warm with genuine affection. Unlike the rest of Drake’s family, she’d always shown me

kindness. “How are you? You look tired, dear.”

“I’m fine,” I lied automatically, my fingers nervously playing with the strap of my purse. “Just a routine check–up.”

She touched my arm gently. “Drake would be worried if he knew you

weren’t well.”

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