Alpha's Private Plaything (Elsa and Drake Stone) novel Chapter 178

Chapter 178

Elsa

Sunlight streamed through the bedroom windows, painting golden

patterns across the rumpled sheets. I lay there, my body feeling like it

had been run over by a truck–twice. Every fucking muscle ached, evidence of the night we’d spent together.

Beside me, Drake stretched lazily, his naked torso catching the

morning light in a way that highlighted each defined muscle. The

bastard looked completely refreshed, as though our marathon of sex

had been nothing more than a light workout.

“You look like shit,” he commented, a smirk playing at the corner of

his lips.

“Fuck you,” I muttered, wincing as I tried to sit up. My thighs burned

with the movement, and I could feel the tender spots where his

fingers had dug into my hips. I ran a hand through my tangled hair,

grimacing at how disgustingly satisfied my body felt despite my

mind’s protests.

Drake chuckled, the sound rumbling from deep in his chest. “Again?

I’m flattered, but even I need breakfast first.”

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I shot him a glare that would have withered most men, my lips

curling in disgust. Drake Stone, of course, wasn’t most men.

“About that medicine you mentioned,” I said, cutting straight to what

mattered, my fingers nervously picking at a loose thread on the sheet.

“The new treatment for silver poisoning. I want details. Now.”

Drake’s expression shifted, becoming more businesslike. He swung his

legs over the side of the bed and stood, gloriously naked and

completely unself–conscious.

“It’s a special neutralizing agent developed in Europe,” he explained,

walking toward the bathroom. “More effective than current

treatments, but it comes with a hefty price tag.”

I forced myself to follow him, ignoring the protest of my sore

muscles. My legs trembled slightly, goddamn betraying my weakness.

In the adjoining walk–in closet, I grabbed one of his shirts and pulled

it on, wrapping my arms around myself as if the fabric could shield

me from his calculating gaze.

“How expensive?” I pressed, my jaw clenching.

Drake turned on the shower, steam beginning to fill the bathroom.

“Fifty thousand per treatment cycle. Your mother would need at least

six to eight cycles, possibly more.”

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“Jesus Christ,” I whispered, my stomach dropping. The numbers made

my head spin. That was nearly half a million dollars–money I simply

didn’t have. My nails dug into my palms, the pain grounding me as

panic threatened to rise.

“And the side effects?” I asked, leaning against the doorframe for

support, trying to hide how my hands were shaking.

“Significant,” Drake admitted, stepping into the shower. “Fever,

weakness, occasional hallucinations. But it works, Elsa. It can add

years to her life, not just months.”

I absorbed this information, my mind racing with implications. “So

what’s the plan? Get her started on this right away?” My voice had an

edge of desperation I hated hearing.

Drake’s eyes found mine through the glass shower door. “The plan is

to use this to stabilize her condition while research continues.

There’s a team working on something better, less toxic. But that could

take another year, maybe two.”

“And what about the medicine policies between packs?” I couldn’t

help but ask, pacing the bathroom floor nervously. “Won’t there be

issues with administering Moon Shadow pack medicine to a Black

Obsidian omega?”

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Drake’s expression hardened. “You really don’t use your brain

sometimes, do you?”

His casual dismissal stung like a slap. My cheeks burned with

humiliation, but I bit back my retort as he continued.

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