Alpha's Private Plaything (Elsa and Drake Stone) novel Chapter 215

Chapter 215

“Shit,” I muttered, embarrassed heat flooding my cheeks. “Thanks. I

feel like I’m moving through molasses.”

My fingers trembled slightly as I pushed strands of tangled hair from

my face. The pain medication had left me groggy and uncoordinated,

my thoughts floating like debris in muddy water.

Allen’s eyes crinkled with concern. “Susan’s out of surgery. The

doctors said the bites were deep, but she’ll recover fully. She’s

sleeping now.”

I nodded, genuinely relieved, absently picking at the edge of my

bandage. Despite Susan’s recent hostility toward me, I didn’t wish her

harm. “That’s good. I was worried about her.”

My gaze drifted to Allen’s arm, where a small streak of dried blood

stained his rolled–up sleeve. “You’re hurt,” I said, reaching out

instinctively to touch the cut on his forearm, my fingertips hovering.

just above the wound.

“It’s nothing,” he dismissed, but didn’t pull away from my touch. “Just

a scratch from one of the dogs. The doctor already checked it.”

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I frowned, examining the wound, my brow furrowing as I leaned

closer. “You should have it bandaged properly. It could get infected.”

My voice had a slight rasp to it, my throat still dry from the

anesthesia.

Allen smiled, a genuine warmth in his expression that made

something twist in my chest. “Always taking care of everyone else,

aren’t you, Elsa?”

We stood close in the doorway, his scent–clean and comforting

without the domineering notes that characterized Alphas like Drake-

enveloped me. My wolf stirred contentedly, responding to his gentle

presence. For a moment, I allowed myself to imagine what it would be

like to have someone like Allen in my life. Someone who saw me as a

person, not a possession. My heart fluttered traitorously at the

thought.

Throughout our entire exchange, we had both completely ignored the

other occupant of the room. Drake lay in his bed, silent but

undoubtedly seething. I could feel the weight of his stare burning

into my back, like a physical brand against my skin, but I refused to

acknowledge him. My jaw tightened, a small act of defiance.

“Ahem.” Drake’s theatrical cough shattered the moment. “Excuse me,

you two, but have you forgotten this is my hospital room?”

I stiffened, my shoulders hunching instinctively, but kept my eyes on

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Allen, refusing to turn around. My fingers curled into the fabric of my

hospital gown, knuckles whitening.

Allen’s expression hardened slightly. “I could help you transfer to

another room, Elsa. I’m sure they have space elsewhere in the

hospital.”

I was about to eagerly accept, my lips parting to say yes, when Drake’s

smooth, dangerous voice cut in.

“Elsa,” he emphasized the last word mockingly, “are you sure you want

to do that?” I heard the distinctive sound of him picking up his

phone, tapping the screen. “I have some… concerns about your

conduct.”

My stomach dropped, a cold wave of nausea washing over me. The

photos. The goddamn photos. Despite his promise to delete them

once we recovered, I knew he’d use them against me if pushed. My

face burned with humiliation and rage.

“No, it’s fine,” I said quickly, hating the defeat in my voice. My nails

dug crescents into my palms. “It’s too late to change rooms now

anyway.”

Allen’s brow furrowed, his eyes darting between Drake and me. “Elsa,

if he’s threatening you-”

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