Alpha's Private Plaything (Elsa and Drake Stone) novel Chapter 151

Alpha’s Private Plaything

Chapter 151

I slumped against the driver’s seat, too fucking exhausted to even

turn the key in the ignition. My entire body felt like lead, and a dull

throb pulsed behind my eyes.

The conversation with Drake had drained whatever pathetic energy

had left after the doctor’s devastating news. My hand trembled

violently as I reached for the bottle of water in the cup holder,

knocking it over and cursing as it rolled under the passenger seat.

“Goddammit!” I slammed my palm against the steering wheel, feeling

tears of frustration burn behind my eyes. I didn’t even have the

strength to retrieve the stupid bottle.

My phone vibrated against the console, the harsh buzzing making me

flinch. Oliver’s name flashed on the screen. I hesitated before

answering, my stomach knotting with dread. My cousin would

immediately sense something was wrong–he had that annoying wolf

intuition that could read my moods even through the phone.

“Hello?” My voice sounded hollow even to my own ears, cracking on

that single word.

“Elsa?” Oliver’s voice was tight with panic. “Elsa, you need to come

back to the hospital right now.”

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I sat up straighter, my heart beginning to race, the bitter taste of fear

flooding my mouth. “What’s wrong? Is Mom-”

“It’s the medication.” His words tumbled out in a rush. “Dr. Green just

came by and said the rare medication for treating silver toxicity is

gone. They can’t do the next round of treatment.”

My mind went blank, a high–pitched ringing filling my ears. I stared

through the windshield at the hospital entrance, the same fucking

doors I’d walked through less than an hour ago, now blurring as my

vision swam.

“I’ll be right there,” I said mechanically, my numb fingers fumblin

with the keys three times before I managed to start the car.

The drive around to the hospital’s east entrance took only minutes,

but my thoughts were racing, my breath coming in short, painful

gasps. Without the specialized medication, my mother’s silver

toxicity would progress faster. The veins of silver that had begun to

creep across her skin would spread, eventually reaching her heart and

brain. Fuck, fuck, FUCK!

I pulled into the nearest parking space, not caring that I was crooked

and taking up two spots. My hands were shaking so badly I dropped

my keys twice before grabbing my phone, pulling up the hospital’s

security app.

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Being listed as my mother’s primary caregiver had its advantages –

including access to the ward’s monitoring system. I’d installed it

months ago when I couldn’t be there during important consultations

due to work with that bastard Drake.

What I saw made my blood run cold, a wave of nausea rising in my

throat.

Oliver stood in the treatment room, his normally gentle face

contorted with rage, veins bulging in his neck. He was holding

something in his hand – a bottle of clear liquid – and waving it

threateningly at Dr. Green. The doctor’s eye was splashed with a little

liquid. He covered one eye and pushed it backward. From the way

was backing away, eyes wide with alarm, I knew it wasn’t water in that

bottle.

“-don’t care about your fucking protocols!” Oliver’s voice came

through the speaker, distorted but clear enough, “You gave her

medication to someone else, didn’t you? Some rich asshole who paid

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