Alpha's Private Plaything (Elsa and Drake Stone) novel Chapter 255

Alpha’s Private Plaything

Chapter 255

Elsa

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“Listen to me,” Drake said, his voice low but firm. “You only need to follow my instructions. If anyone else asks you to do something, you can refuse. That’s your right.”

I kept my gaze fixed on the pavement, watching how the streetlights cast long shadows across the concrete. My fingernails dug into my palms, leaving crescent marks on my skin. “Even if it’s your father?” I asked, unable to keep the sarcasm from my voice.

“Even if it’s my father,” he confirmed, his grip tightening slightly. “Tonight, you’ll come back to our apartment. This weekend, we’re going to Silver Moon Manor.”

I looked up at him, surprise overriding my usual caution. My eyes widened and I took an involuntary step back. “What the fuck? Why?” The words burst out before I could stop them.

“Because I said so.” His golden eyes gleamed in the dim light, the wolf beneath the surface clearly visible. “Just do as you’re told and don’t

refuse me. Understand?”

My jaw clenched. The command in his voice triggered both defiance and that damned instinctual submission that came with being an

Omega in the presence of an Alpha. My body wanted to yield even as my mind rebelled.

“Understood?” he repeated, tilting my chin up with his finger.

I lowered my eyes, hating myself for the gesture. My stomach churned with self–loathing. “Yes,” I muttered through gritted teeth, the word

tasting like ash in my mouth.

The hospital’s antiseptic smell hit me as soon as I walked through the sliding doors of the treatment center. I was anxious to check on my mother before heading back to my apartment as Drake had instructed. My shoulders tensed as I entered, my hand nervously adjusting the strap of my purse over and over.

I was halfway to the elevator when I heard it–a voice so shrill it made my skin crawl.

“You!”

I turned to see Vera in a wheelchair, her face contorted with rage. She wheeled herself toward me with surprising speed. Her right leg was

in a cast, and her left arm was bandaged. I rolled my eyes and exhaled sharply, my patience already wearing thin.

“You sent those photos to Drake, didn’t you?” she accused, her voice piercing and brittle. “You fucking bitch!

I simply walked around her, heading for the elevator. My heart hammered in my chest, but I kept my face impassive. I didn’t have time for her drama, and I sure as hell wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction of seeing me react.

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Chapter 255

Don’t you dare ignore me? She pushed her wheelchair forward, cutting me off. The wheels squeaked against the polished floor. You

you’re so clever? You think this will make him choose you?”

The elevator doors opened, and I tried to step inside, but Vera positioned her wheelchair to block me. My nostrils flared with inntation,

and I tapped my foot impatiently on the floor.

“He was with me last night,‘ she hissed. “Taking care of me. Where were you? Alone in your pathetic apartment?”

Something cold settled in my chest. My fingers froze mid–fidget with my purse strap. So that’s where Drake had gone when he left. The blood on his shirt, the smell of antiseptic–it all made sense now. Shit. Fucking shit.

“Move your wheelchair,” I said evenly, “or I’ll move it for you.” My hands balled into fists at my sides, knuckles white with tension.

“You’re nothing but his plaything,” she continued, oblivious to my warning. A convenient hole when he’s bored. He’ll never-”

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