Alpha's Private Plaything (Elsa and Drake Stone) novel Chapter 159

Chapter 159

Elsa

“Fuck you and your demands,” I spat, my voice rising to a shout. But

Drake had already pushed past me, his much larger frame easily

moving me aside. I stumbled, catching myself against a car, and

watched helplessly as he approached Sophia directly.

“Where are they?” he growled at her.

Sophia, to her credit, didn’t cower. “At my apartment.”

Drake’s nostrils flared. “We’re going. All of us. Now.”

“I’m not going anywhere with you,” I protested, shoving myself away

from the car. My hands were shaking, and I balled them into fists

again. “Screw this. Screw you.”

“You don’t have a choice,” Drake snapped, grabbing my arm with

enough force to make me wince. “We’re settling this today.”

Allen stepped forward then, his presence unexpected but welcome.

“I’ll come too,” he said firmly, his eyes fixed on Drake’s hand where it

gripped my arm.

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Drake’s lip curled into a snarl, but he didn’t object. Whatever was

burning through him–rage, disbelief, something else–was stronger

than his territorial instincts right now.

“Fine,” he bit out. “My car.”

I sat in the back with Allen while Sophia took the front passenger

seat. Drake drove with aggressive precision, his knuckles white on the

steering wheel. The silence was a living thing, pressing against my

skin like a physical weight. I shifted uncomfortably, my wet clothes

sticking to my skin, making me feel even more trapped.

I noticed immediately that something had changed in the car’s

interior. The simple black leather charm that had hung from his

rearview mirror for years–the one I’d given him long ago–was gone.

In its place hung a delicate silver wolf figurine. Vera’s taste, no doubt.

The sight of it sent a fresh surge of bitterness through me, like acid in

my veins.

You replaced everything about me so fucking easily, I thought,

turning to stare out the window at the rain–slicked streets, my jaw

clenching so hard it hurt. Even the smallest goddamn reminders.

A tear slid down my cheek before I could stop it. I angrily wiped it

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away, my movements jerky and harsh, hoping no one had noticed, but Allen silently passed me a tissue from his pocket.

“I won’t cry in front of him,” I whispered, so quietly that only Allen

could hear, my voice thick with suppressed emotion. “That asshole

doesn’t deserve my tears.”

His eyes met mine with unexpected gentleness. “You don’t have to be

strong for everyone else all the time, Elsa.”

But I did. That was the thing about being an omega in a world of

alphas. Showing weakness only invited more pain. I turned away,

staring out the window again, my reflection showing a woman I

barely recognized–hollow–eyed and haunted.

Sophia’s apartment was in a modest building on the border between

territories. She fumbled with her keys at the entrance, her hands

shaking slightly as Drake loomed behind her.

Once inside, the familiar scent of vanilla candles and old books

should have been comforting, but Drake’s overpowering presence

made the space feel claustrophobic. I pressed my hand against the

wall, steadying myself as a wave of dizziness washed over me.

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