Alpha's Private Plaything (Elsa and Drake Stone) novel Chapter 264

“You think anyone can’t see what you are? Fake–faced sluts who only know how to crawl into powerful men’s beds.” Emily’s voice rose higher, her face twisted with hatred. ‘I’m Emily Davis, I’m the only one worthy of being Joseph’s fiancée.”

She jabbed a finger toward me, then Ava. “You’re just kept assistants. I’m a noble daughter from a respected family.”

My vision narrowed, pulsing red at the edges. Fuck this entitled bitch. Without thinking, I bent down and picked up the handgun I’d dropped, pointing it directly at Emily. My hand was steady, my gaze ice–cold, a deadly calm settling over me that was more frightening than any rage.

“Holy shit, someone whispered nearby.

Emily’s eyes widened in horror. “No! Please don’t!” she shrieked, all her bravado evaporating instantly.

“It’s just a shooting competition,” I said, my voice unnervingly calm even to my own ears. “There’s no discrimination between men and women. No discrimination between high–born and low–born.” I took a step forward, and Emily stumbled back, nearly tripping over her own feet.

My heart hammered against my ribs, but my hand remained steady. I’d never pointed a gun at another person before, but damn if it didn’t feel satisfying in this moment.

Emily collapsed to her knees, trembling. “You’re crazy! Joseph will-

“Joseph will what?” I interrupted, my lips curling into something between a smile and a snarl. “Be impressed that a Davis family member is bringing such

shame to their name? Throwing tantrums and making scenes in public? I doubt it.”

Emily’s mouth opened and closed like a dying fish. “Joseph will make you pay for this! He’ll-”

The sound of approaching footsteps cut her off. Drake and Allen had returned, their conversation halting as they took in the bizarre tableau before them.

Shit, shit, shit. I felt sweat break out along my hairline.

“What’s happening here?” Drake’s deep voice filled the space, his golden eyes narrowing as they flicked from the gun in my hand to Emily’s kneeling form.

I lowered the weapon immediately, turning to face him. My pulse thrummed in my ears as I struggled to keep my face neutral. “Nothing. I was just demonstrating proper stance.” I handed him the gun, our fingers brushing. “My wrist is a bit strained. I think I pulled something.” I rubbed my wrist for effect, praying he wouldn’t call my bluff.

Drake’s nostrils flared slightly–he could smell the tension, the fear, the aggression. Damn wolf senses. But he didn’t challenge my explanation. Instead, he tucked the gun away and gestured to one of the staff.

“Get some hot compresses for Ms. Hale’s wrist,” he ordered, his hand settling possessively at the small of my back.

Emily scrambled to her feet, smoothing her clothes with shaking hands. Allen approached her, concern evident on his face, but she brushed past him,

making a beeline for the ladies‘ room.

As Drake consulted with the range master about scoring, Ava pulled me to a quiet corner. I went reluctantly, my shoulder muscles tight with suspicion.

He cares about you,” she said softly, nodding toward Drake. The way he looks at you..

it’s different.

I scoffed, running a hand through my hair. “You’re imagining things. Or smoking something really good care to share!

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Chapter 264

“No, I’m not.” She hesitated, then leaned closer. “There weren’t any bullets in that gun, were there?”

I raised an eyebrow but said nothing, letting my silence answer for me. My finger tapped anxiously against my thigh.

“Thank you,” she whispered. “For stepping in. I’m sorry about before. At the office. I was… I shouldn’t have…”

“I accept your apology,” I cut her off, crossing my arms over my chest. “But that doesn’t make us friends.”

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