All Chapters of Cursed Alpha's Plaything: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

ELIRA"I didn't think you were going to show," Alpha Jake commented as soon as I walked onto the deck.He's wearing a dark blue button-down rolled up at the sleeves, black slacks that hugged his long legs, and white skate sneakers that takes the outfit from overly serious to sexy casual.I take him in, enjoying the view—and maybe using it to cleanse my mind from the happenings of the night, a smile spreading across my face."You look amazing." A blush creeps up my face just as the compliment escapes my mouth, but his answering grin makes it all worth it.His eyes travel down the full length of my body, heating up every part that it lands on. I start to feel something—self-conscious or gorgeous, I have no idea."You look good enough to eat, but that doesn't excuse the fact that you're over two hours late."Yes. There it is. I swallow from embarrassment, my gaze lowering to the floor. "I almost didn't come," I confess. What I don't say is that I didn't expect him to wait this long.Sta

ELIRA"Ouuu, you look so good in this," Brie coos, her face splitting on a huge grin as she admires me.Heat pulls at me, making my cheeks burn red. "You think? I think it looks a bit much."Her smile falls immediately, replaced by an annoyance that makes me regret instantly the words that just left my mouth."Too much? You look like a damn goddess. What do you mean too much?" With a sigh, she drags a hand through her hair, like she's trying to rein in her temper before she dives into explaining something to a child."How do you think you're going to get out of this life if you don't manage to snag all of the Alpha's attention? It's clear as day that he wants you."I shift on my feet, feeling uncomfortable now that the conversation has taken that path. The gray skirt I have on is small, and it hugs my hips gently before it rolls down to mid-thigh. It's paired with an olive green, turtleneck sweater that's fitted, tucked into the waistband of my small skirt. The silver heeled-boots on

ELIRASarah is out of her chair before I can even finish feeling the anger that's making me want to bash someone's head. A particular someone, to be honest."I don't feel so good."Kael doesn't even spare a single glance in her direction, instead he watches me with a cocked brow, some cross-child between a laugh and a frown on his face."Do you really think it'd be that easy to get rid of me? Is that what Jake told you?"My head feels like it's been stumped against the wall, and even my breathing decides to call it quits for the night."What... what are you..." I swallow, unable to even get the lie past my throat.I jut my chin, refusing to let him make me weak again. He takes great pleasure in doing that already. "So what?" I push out. "So what if I believe him?"The annoying jerk takes a single step to bring him closer to me, his fingers reaching up to push a stray strand of hair back behind my ear—the rest of it is still locked in the ponytail I wore for my date with Jake."The onl

ELIRAThe walk back to the servants' quarters is heavy with tension, the kind that makes each step feel weighted.I cut a glance in Brie's direction, and find her focused on the road ahead. The look on her face is far too pointed to be natural, but I refrain from asking anything—mostly because I'm not ready to answer anything myself."I'm pumping. Whenever the Alpha plans something for us, it's always maximum fun."I frown at the woman that's laughing as she chats with her friend—her name is Melissa. I recognise them from all the times we've worked together in the kitchen, and that's exactly what pushes my confusion far higher. "I know, right?" Her friend -Estelle- answers, her own face split on a huge smile. "I already have the perfect outfit lined," she finishes, leaning in to her friend like she's sharing sacred information.I cut another glance at Brie, and she's frowning just as I am, the same look of confusion on her face."No idea what they're talking about too?" I ask. Just t

KAEL"I didn't take you for a bar guy," the familiar voice drawls from behind me.I don't bother turning around, and he doesn't wait for me to either. Coming up beside me, he climbs into the black wooden stool perched right in front of the bar—one out of the curved row of ten."Neither did I," I comment, taking a sip of the bronze liquid in my glass.The burn of the alcohol was the only feeling I was getting as I sit in here and study the meticulous secrecy with which this place is run. It feels devoid of something—I just can't place what."What brings you to my territory then?" He taps the smooth surface of the large bar, summoning a huge man who looks like he could eat nails, but smiles with a huge dimple that contradicts the scary appearance.Casting an amused glance at him, I tip my glass in a mock salute. "My pack."His answer is a laugh. Deep and throaty. "Fair enough."Silence descends over us until he finishes placing his order with the man who has two different sides, then he