Alpha's Private Plaything (Elsa and Drake Stone) novel Chapter 216

Chapter 216

Elsa

Allen studied my face for a long moment, clearly sensing there was more to the story. Finally, he nodded, though reluctance was written across his features.

I’ll be back soon,” he promised, giving my hand a gentle squeeze

efore leaving.

As I shuffled back into the room, a heavy silence filled the air. I could feel Drake’s eyes on me, boring into my back like twin drills. My skin crawled under his scrutiny, but I refused to meet his gaze, instead making my way to my bed and climbing in with some difficulty, cursing under my breath as pain shot through my arm.

“Why didn’t you let him help you escape from my control?” Drake’s voice was eerily calm, almost curious.

I turned to face him then, my eyes narrowing as I found his expression unreadable. “Because you’d hurt him, you bastard,” I answered honestly, venom lacing my words. “You bullying me is one thing, but I won’t let you drag him into this mess.”

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Something flashed in Drake’s eyes–surprise, maybe even respect-

before they hardened again. He shifted in his bed, wincing slightly as

the movement pulled at his bandaged chest.

I turned away with a disgusted snort, pulling the thin hospital

blanket over my legs and pretending to go back to sleep. My heart

pounded so loudly I was sure he could hear it. I’d learned long ago

that sometimes the best way to deal with Drake was to deny him the

engagement he sought.

I heard the rustling of sheets, then felt the mattress dip as a weight

settled beside me. My eyes flew open to find Drake looming over me,

his face inches from mine, his body caging me against the bed. The

scent of his anger–hot metal and scorched earth–filled my nostrils.

“Say that again,” he growled, his breath hot against my face. His eyes

glowed with that dangerous Alpha light, and I could feel heat

radiating from his skin. Too much heat.

“Get the fuck off me,” I hissed, trying to push him away, panic rising

in my throat. “You’re burning up.”

Drake ignored my protest, his hands gripping my shoulders so tightly

I knew they’d leave bruises. “You think I’m bullying you?” His voice

was low, dangerous. “After everything I’ve done for you?”

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Before I could respond, he crashed his lips against mine in a

punishing kiss. His hands moved to tear at my hospital gown, and

panic surged through me. I struggled beneath him, my injured arm

screaming in protest as I tried to shove him away.

“Stop it!” I gasped when I could breathe again. “You’re out of your

mind!”

As I tried to push him away, my hand accidentally connected with the

bandage on his chest. Drake let out a sharp hiss of pain and recoiled,

his face contorting.

I immediately reached for the call button and pressed it repeatedly,

my hands shaking violently. Within seconds, a nurse rushed in, her

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