Alpha's Private Plaything (Elsa and Drake Stone) novel Chapter 240

Chapter 240

I smirked, a surge of pride washing through me. Shes my assistant, Taylor. I trained her myself. I straightened my cats, gearing the other ways I’d trained her, all the ways her body responded to mine.

The possessiveness in my voice was unmistakable, but I didn’t care. Elsa was mine in every way that matered.

As we approached the car, a slender figure emerged from the shadows. Vera stood in the rain, her expensive dress soaked through, h makeup strategically smudged to appear pitiful rather than ruined.

‘Drake, she called, her voice trembling theatrically. I’ve been waiting for you.”

I sighed inwardly, irritation flaring. Fucking hell, not this shit again. “Vera. Why are you here?”

“I’ve been coming every night.” She stepped closer, rain plastering her dark curls to her pale face, her body language submissive in a way that seemed calculated. “Not following you, I swear. I just… I miss you.”

Her eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly as she drew nearer, her nostrils flaring. I knew what she smelled–Elsa’s scent on my clothes, my skin, the lingering evidence of our encounter.

“You’re soaked,” I said flatly, not bothering to hide my disinterest. “Go home.”

Elsa

I woke up with a crick in my neck, my body stiff from spending the night curled up on the narrow hospital bench outside Mom’s room. The antiseptic smell had long since numbed my nose, but the fluorescent lights still made my eyes ache as I blinked away sleep.

I stretched, wincing as my spine popped in protest. A nurse passing by gave me a sympathetic smile, probably used to seeing family members passed out in uncomfortable positions.

“Fuck,” I muttered under my breath, rubbing my neck and shoulders. My muscles felt like they’d been tied in knots and beaten with a

hammer.

Squinting, I checked the time on my new phone. I’d had to buy it yesterday after mine shattered on the hospital floor. Setting it up had been a goddamn nightmare, but at least I had a working device now. The silver lining was that Drake hadn’t been able to reach me for a few hours while I was transferring my contacts and accounts. Small victories, I suppose.

I pulled up Sophia’s number and called her, drumming my fingers anxiously against my thigh as I waited for her to pick up. Something about my conversation with Miranda had been eating at me all night.

“Elsa! Thank god,” Sophia answered on the second ring. “I’ve been trying to reach you for ages. What happened to your phone?”

“It broke.” I paced the small area outside Mom’s room, lowering my voice. “Listen, has Miranda contacted you?”

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Chapter 240

“Drake’s stepmother? No. Why would she? What’s going on?

I exhaled sharply, running a hand through my tangled hair. Relief washed through me, but the knot in my stomach remained mentioned you by name yesterday. Said something about you asking questions about someone named Chloe.“

Sophia was quiet for a moment. “Is Chloe the pregnant woman?

My grip tightened on the phone so hard my knuckles went white. “Sophia, stop. Don’t ask me about her. Don’t ask anyone about her.”

lowered my voice to a harsh whisper, glancing around to make sure no one was listening. “Whatever you think you know, forget it. I’m

serious.

“Elsa-

“No,” I cut her off, my heart racing, throat tight with panic. “This isn’t a fucking joke. The Stones are watching you. They know you’ve

been asking questions. For your own safety, drop it.”

Sophia huffed. “Fine, but you’re telling me everything later.”

“I’m telling you nothing. Ever. Promise me you’ll stop,” I hissed, pressing my back against the wall as a doctor walked past.

kay, okay, I promise. Geez.” She paused. “How’s your mom?”

“Surgery’s scheduled for tomorrow morning. They’re clearing the silver toxins today.” I swallowed hard, fighting the tightness in my

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