Alpha's Private Plaything (Elsa and Drake Stone) novel Chapter 230

Chapter 230

Oliver’s gaze moved past my shoulder to Drake, surprise and awe

crossing his face. “Mr. Stone…”

Drake leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest,

giving a slight nod. His presence filled the entire room; even without

speaking, his Alpha aura was impossible to ignore.

I turned back to Oliver, squeezing his hand. “Tell me what happened.”

Oliver took a deep breath, looking both angry and ashamed. “I met

Clark on the plane. He recognized me as your cousin and started

saying… nasty things about you.”

My heart sank like a stone. “What kind of things?” I demanded, my

voice harder than I intended.

Oliver’s hand tightened in mine. “He said you were…” he glanced at

Drake, hesitating, “he said you were Drake’s plaything, that you

should’ve been collateral for a debt.”

I felt dizzy, my blood seemingly freezing in my veins. “Debt? What

fucking debt?” I hissed, leaning closer.

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“He said…” Oliver’s voice grew quieter, “he said your father owed him

money, that he was the one who got your father addicted to

gambling.”

For years, I’d believed his gambling was just a tragic mistake, but

now…

“Who the hell is Clark?” I asked, my voice shaking with rage and

shock.

“A Moon Shadow thug,” Oliver answered. “He specializes in luring

people into gambling, then collecting high–interest debts. He said he

knew your father, that your family’s tragedy was his doing.”

My vision began to blur as pieces of the past rearranged in my mind. I

swayed slightly on my feet, gripping the bed rail to stay upright. My

father’s runaway, my mother’s silver poisoning, my forced contract

with Drake to pay for treatment–all of it might not have been

coincidental, but part of some carefully orchestrated scheme.

“Why has he surfaced now?” I asked, my voice barely audible through

the ringing in my ears.

Oliver shook his head. “I don’t know, but he seemed to know a lot

about you. “he paused again, looking at Drake,

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A wave of nausea hit me, and I had to grip the bed rail with both

hands to stay upright. “That’s fucking insane,” I whispered, bile rising

in my throat. Behind me, I heard Drake emit a deep growl, his Alpha

aura becoming so intense that the air in the room seemed to vibrate.

“Then you fought?” Olivia asked, trying to redirect the conversation.

Oliver nodded. “He kept saying worse things, and I lost it. I hit him,

but his friends joined in. They broke my leg with a pipe, but before

that, I’d already knocked Clark unconscious.”

The room fell silent, with only the soft hum of medical equipment.

My thoughts were chaotic, trying to understand what all this

information meant.

“Visiting time is over,” the officer at the door reminded us.

I squeezed Oliver’s hand hard, my eyes burning with unshed tears.

“Don’t worry, we’ll handle this. You need to rest and recover now.”

“I’m sorry, Elsa,” Oliver looked close to tears. “I shouldn’t have been

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