Alpha's Private Plaything (Elsa and Drake Stone) novel Chapter 191

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His jaw tightened, the muscle there twitching, and he turned to face

me fully, golden eyes flashing with something that might have been

concern, quickly masked by irritation.

“Shut up,” he commanded, his Alpha voice resonating in the small

space.

The doors opened on my floor, and Drake practically carried me down

the hallway. My head lolled against his shoulder. I tri o walk

normally, but my feet dragged across the carpet, barely lifting with

each step.

When we reached my room, Drake pulled my key card from my purse

without asking permission, his movements efficient and impersonal.

The door swung open, and he deposited me on the bed with

surprising gentleness that made my throat tighten with unwanted

emotion.

“You’re burning up,” he muttered, pressing a palm to my forehead. His

hand felt blessedly cool against my skin, and I had to fight the urge to

lean into his touch.

“M’fine,” I slurred, trying to sit up and failing miserably. The room

spun like a goddamn tilt–a–whirl, and I collapsed back onto the

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pillows with a groan that sounded pathetic even to my own ears.

Drake pulled out his phone and dialed, turning away from me.

“Taylor, I need you to bring medication to the twenty–second floor.

Fever reducers. And find someplace that delivers fish porridge.” His

voice brooked no argument. “No, not room service. I don’t trust the

food here. Get it from outside. Now.”

I tried to focus on his face, but it kept blurring at the edges like a bad

photograph. My eyelids felt heavier by the second, weighted down by

exhaustion and whatever shit was in that drink.

“Why are you doing this?” I whispered, the words barely audible as I

curled onto my side, hugging my arms around my middle. “Just leave

me alone… to suffer in peace…”

Drake didn’t answer, simply standing at the foot of the bed, watching

me with that unreadable expression I’d never been able to decipher,

even after all these years.

A knock at the door roused me from my half–conscious state. Drake

strode across the room and opened it a crack, his broad shoulders

blocking my view.

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“Here’s everything you asked for, sir,” Taylor’s voice came through the

gap.

“Give it to me,” Drake demanded, not inviting him in, his hand

extended impatiently.

“Sir, is there anything else I can do to-”

“No. Go back downstairs.” Drake’s tone left no room for argument.

I heard Taylor sigh. “Sir, Ava Kim has been lingering near your door

for the past hour. She claims she needs to discuss so ing urgent

with you.”

“Handle it,” Drake snapped, and then the door closed with finality,

the lock clicking into place.

I heard the rustle of a paper bag and the clink of a spoon against a

bowl as Drake approached the bed. I forced my heavy eyelids open,

blinking rapidly to clear my vision.

“Sit up,” he ordered, his voice softer than before but still

commanding.

I struggled to comply, my arms shaking with the effort, sweat beading

on my forehead from just that small movement. “Fuck,” I breathed,

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unable to lift myself more than a few inches.

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