Alpha's Private Plaything (Elsa and Drake Stone) novel Chapter 150

Chapter 150

Elsa

The bright afternoon sun felt like a mockery as I stepped out of the hospital’s main entrance. My eyes burned with unshed tears, and my throat felt raw from holding back sobs in the doctor’s office. I stumbled slightly on the steps, catching myself on the railing, my

knees weak and unsteady.

“What exactly were you doing with my stepmother?”

The cold voice cut through my thoughts like a blade. I froze, not

needing to turn to know who stood behind me. His scent–that damned intoxicating mixture of expensive cologne, power, and pure Alpha male–wrapped around me like a possessive hand, making my

traitor body respond instantly with a rush of heat.

“Goddamnit,” I whispered, closing my eyes briefly. I schooled my features before facing him, wiping away a stray tear with a quick, angry swipe. Drake looked immaculate as always in a charcoal suit that emphasized his broad shoulders. His golden eyes were narrowed,

face set in hard lines.

“I wasn’t ‘doing‘ anything with her,” I replied, grateful that my voice remained steady despite the storm inside me. My fingers curled

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tightly around the strap of my purse, knuckles white. “We happened

to run into each other. Shocking concept, I know.”

“Bullshit.” He stepped closer, invading my personal space in that way

he always did, making me back up until my shoulders hit a column.

“You think I believe it’s coincidence that you’re meeting with

members of my family behind my back?”

I clutched my purse tighter against my chest like a shield, acutely aware of the medical report inside. No way in hell was I letting him see that. “Believe whatever the fuck you want. I was here visiting my mother and ran into Miranda in the women’s clinic. That’s all.” My voice rose with each word, attracting glances from people passing by.

His nostrils flared slightly. He was scenting me, searching for lies. I shifted uncomfortably, knowing he could probably smell my distress, my anger, maybe even my tears. “The Total CEO’s wife has been trying to meet with Miranda for months without success. Yet you, a former

assistant, bump into her randomly?”

Before I could respond, his phone lit up with an incoming call. The name “Vera” flashed on the screen, and I felt a bitter smile twist my lips as my stomach clenched painfully.

Of course. His perfect little purebred mate–to–be. Probably calling to

show him nursery colors for all their future fucking puppies.

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Drake ignored the call, his eyes still fixed on mine. “My father and grandmother came to the office today. They wanted to speak to me

about you.”

My heart skipped a beat. So Miranda had wasted no time. I shifted my weight, suddenly dizzy. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Don’t play innocent, Elsa. It doesn’t suit you.” His voice dropped lower, threatening. He leaned closer, and I could feel his breath on my face. “Whatever game you’re playing with my family-”

“Not everything is about you, Drake!” The words burst from me, louder than I’d intended. I shoved at his chest, surprised when he actually took a step back. A passing nurse glanced our way. “I have my own life. My own fucking problems. And none of them concern you

anymore.”

Something flickered in his eyes–surprise, perhaps, at my outburst. Or maybe he caught the raw pain beneath my words. His gaze drifted down to my still–flat stomach for a fraction of a second, then back to

my face.

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