Alpha's Private Plaything (Elsa and Drake Stone) novel Chapter 241

Chapter 241

Elsa

“Oh, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” I whispered, bile rising in my throat.

The article featured several photos of Drake and Vera at last night’s event. Drake looked impeccable in a tailored black suit, his hand possessively placed on Vera’s lower back. She was stunning in an emerald dress that complemented her dark curls, looking up at him with adoring eyes.

My stomach clenched and twisted as I scrolled through the images. Drake adjusting a strand of Vera’s hair with surprising tenderness. Drake’s arm wrapped protectively around her waist, guiding her through the crowd. Vera laughing at something he said, her hand resting delicately on his chest–right where his knife wound would be.

The caption read: “Drake Stone and Vera Horton displaying the perfect dynamic that has many speculating she may be the future Mrs. Stone and the ideal

Black Obsidian pack’s leadership.”

rd I tasted blood. Comments below praised Vera’s “appropriately submissive yet elegant demeanor and how she knows exactly when to ha.” One commenter noted how “refreshing it is to see a traditional pair bond forming in modern times.”

nal pair bond my ass,” I muttered, feeling sick to my stomach.

My phone rang, startling me so badly I nearly dropped it again. Sophia’s name flashed on the screen.

you seen it?” she demanded without preamble.

The society pages? Yeah.” I pressed my fingertips against my temples, where a headache was starting to pound.

“That self–important asshole,” Sophia spat. “And Vera’s just as bad, hanging on his every word like she’s auditioning for Most Submissive Female at the pack trials.”

I sighed, leaning my head back against the wall. “They’re perfect for each other.”

“They deserve each other,” Sophia corrected.”

After we hung up, I stared at the ceiling, my mind racing, fingers twisting the silver moon pendant at my throat.

So Drake and Vera were officially back together. The most selfish bastard on the planet had a pregnant lover and was parading his official girlfriend around town, all while forcing me back into his bed.

I remembered his words in the car: “You’re good in bed, Elsa.” Not beautiful, not smart, not special. Just good in bed. Like I was nothing more than a

convenient fuck toy for his pleasure.

‘God, I feel sick, I whispered, wrapping my arms around myself.

I need

Need something to eat before tomorrow’s early surgery. I gathered my purse and jacket with shaking hands, checked that

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