Alpha's Private Plaything (Elsa and Drake Stone) novel Chapter 211

Chapter 211

Elsa

I woke with a jolt, my heart hammering against my ribs like it was

trying to escape. The sterile scent of disinfectant burned my nostrils,

reminding me I was in a hospital. My arm throbbed with pain, a

constant, pulsing reminder of the knife that had sliced through my

flesh. As my vision cleared, I became aware of a warm pressure

against my fingers–someone was holding my hand.

I turned my head and froze, my stomach dropping like a stone. Drake

was lying in the adjacent hospital bed, his large hand engulfing mine.

He was asleep, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. Even

unconscious, his face maintained that arrogant expression, like he

owned the world–and me.

“What the fuck,” I whispered, yanking my hand away so violently that

the sudden movement sent a sharp pain shooting through my injured

arm. I winced, clenching my teeth to keep from crying out. “What the

hell are you doing here?” I hissed, my fingers curling into a fist.

Drake’s eyes snapped open, those golden flecks in his dark irises.

seeming to glow in the dim light. He raised an eyebrow, his lips

curving into that infuriating smirk I’d grown to hate with every fiber

of my being.

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“I paid for this room,” he said, his voice rough with sleep. “Why

wouldn’t I be here?”

“I want to change rooms,” I said, already reaching for the call button,

my fingers trembling with anger and something else I refused to

acknowledge. “Immediately. Goddamn it, I’m not staying here with

you.”

“Don’t bother,” he said, his voice dropping to that low, commanding

tone that made my wolf want to roll over and submit. My body

betrayed me with a shiver. “Weren’t you ready to die for me earlier?

Now you can’t even share a room?”

My fingers froze over the button. Heat rushed to my cheeks as my

mouth opened and closed soundlessly. “That’s not–I wasn’t-” I

stammered, feeling like an idiot.

“You weren’t what? Weren’t ready to throw yourself between me and a

knife? Because that’s exactly what you tried to do.” His eyes held

mine, searching for something I wasn’t willing to give, something I

wasn’t even sure I possessed.

I looked away first, hating the small victory it gave him. My teeth dug

into my lower lip as I stared at the ceiling, blinking rapidly. “How bad

is it?” I finally asked, my voice softer than I intended. “Your wound, I

mean.”

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Drake shifted in his bed, wincing slightly. “No internal damage. The blade went deep, but missed anything vital. Blood loss was the main

concern.” He paused, studying me with an intensity that made my

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