Alpha's Private Plaything (Elsa and Drake Stone) novel Chapter 227

Chapter 227

Elsa

I was jolted awake by the insistent buzzing of my phone, the

vibration cutting through my exhausted stupor like a knife. Sunlight

filtered through the curtains, indicating morning had arrived despite

my body begging for more sleep. Drake’s heavy arm was draped

possessively around my waist, his breathing deep and steady in sleep,

his skin burning hot against mine like a brand.

The phone continued its relentless vibrating. “Fuck,” I muttered

under my breath, carefully sliding out from under Drake’s arm and

wincing as my muscles protested every movement. I reached for the

device on the nightstand, my heart practically leaping into my throat

when I saw Olivia Wolf’s name on the screen.

Olivia, Eric’s wife and one of my few genuine friends within the Black

Obsidian pack, rarely called this early unless something was seriously

wrong.

“Olivia?” I answered softly, tiptoeing toward the bathroom to avoid

disturbing Drake, my free hand clutching the sheet around my naked

body.

“Elsa, thank the Moon Goddess you finally answered! I’ve called three

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times already,” Olivia’s voice was tense, completely unlike her usual

composed attorney demeanor.

My fingers tightened around the phone. “Sorry, I was…” I paused,

chewing my bottom lip and unwilling to explain what had transpired

between Drake and me. “What’s happened?”

“It’s Oliver. He’s in trouble.” My blood turned to ice at the mention of

my cousin, a cold sweat breaking out across my skin. After my

parents‘ deaths, Oliver had become one of my few remaining

relatives. “You need to come back to Twin Moon City immediately.”

“What? Is he okay? What happened?” My voice rose with panic, my

knuckles turning white around the phone. I began pacing the small

bathroom, my breath coming in short, sharp bursts.

I heard Drake stir on the bed, likely awakened by my tone, but I

couldn’t give a damn about that now.

“He’s in the hospital. The situation is… complicated.” Olivia

hesitated. “I don’t want to say too much over the phone. You should

come back as soon as possible.”

“Shit, shit, shit,” I whispered, my heart hammering so frantically I

thought it might burst from my chest. Fear and concern twisted my

stomach into painful knots. “I’ll book a flight right away. Which

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blouse and skirt, but they were torn and damp from our activities last

night, completely unwearable. “Shit,” I cursed loudly, throwing the

ruined clothes back down. “I need goddamn clothes.”

Drake reached for his phone and dialed, his movements calm and

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