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12. All I want Is Her
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2025-08-27 09:01:59
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Alpha’s Little Plaything 13. She's Gone
Draco’s POV My hands fumbled like they no longer belonged to me. The spare key she’d trusted me with slipped twice before I fit it into the lock. I could’ve kicked the door in—I almost did—but some part of me still clung to the hope that she would hear me and open it herself. “Loriah, are you home? Open the door, baby girl!” My voice cracked, raw with panic. The sound of a door creaking open startled me. From across the hall, her landlord—or the woman who collected rent, a tired-looking lady in her sixties—shuffled forward in a tattered robe. “What’s going on here?” she asked, squinting at me like I was trouble. “Nothing—just… I need to see her,” I muttered, still fighting the key. The woman shook her head. “Are you moving out or not?” I froze. “What?” “Your girlfriend gave me her key last night. Said she wasn’t coming back anymore.” The words slammed into me harder than any punch. My hand dropped from the door. For a moment, I couldn’t breathe. “She planned this…”
Alpha’s Little Plaything 12. All I want Is Her
Draco’s POV My father’s words rang in my ears, louder than the pounding of my own heart. Paid off that little gold digger. The growl that ripped from my throat was raw, feral, nothing human. My wolf clawed at the surface, demanding blood, demanding I tear down the insult he had thrown at Loriah. “Careful, son,” my father warned, but his voice was sharper than steel. He was testing me. Daring me. “I am still your Alpha.” I rose to my feet, my fists trembling at my sides. For twenty-five years, his word had been law. His voice had carved the path of my life. His approval was everything. But not now. Not when it came to her. “You can say what you want about me,” I said, my voice rough, dangerous. “But you will never speak of Loriah like that again.” His eyes narrowed, a flash of shock breaking through the usual iron control. “She’s nothing, Draco. A human. A distraction. You shame this family every day you waste on her.” The rage inside me boiled over. My wolf pressed harde
Alpha’s Little Plaything 11. Conflicting Emotions
Draco’s POV There has always been Marla. The girl I grew up knowing I would one day have to marry. Our families whispered it before we even knew what marriage was. It was never about love—it was about bloodlines, alliances, and the future of our packs. She was from my world, not just the world of wealth and status, but our actual world—wolves. Marla and I had an understanding. I was free to indulge in fleeting nights with whoever I wanted, and she did the same. Neither of us cared. Our marriage was a contract signed long before we were born, and love had nothing to do with it. But then came Loriah Dee. From the moment I saw her, my world tilted. She wasn’t like the others—pretty faces that disappeared with the dawn. She was fragile, sweet, human. A girl who should’ve been untouchable to me. But from the first time I tasted her lips, I was done. Addicted. I couldn’t imagine parting from her. She made me dream of things I had no right to want. I dreamed of carrying her out
Alpha’s Little Plaything 10. Goodbye
Loriah’s PoV Draco held my shoulders and stared into my eyes, his green eyes searching. “Why didn’t you answer my calls and texts, baby girl? You scared me.” His gaze darted to my cheek. “What happened? How did you scratch yourself?” His brow furrowed with worry, the kind of worry that once would have melted me completely. “It’s nothing,” I lied quickly. “I… scratched myself accidentally.” My chest tightened painfully, the hollow inside me spreading wider. Once upon a time, I would have drowned in his concern, desperate to believe every soft word and touch. But now? Now it only rang false. “Are you mad at me for being gone?” he asked gently, kissing my cheeks. Tears slipped free again despite my best efforts to hold them back. “So that was it?” he murmured, as though he had solved some great mystery. “I promise I won’t leave for long again.” He kissed away my tears with such tenderness that it almost shattered me. He even licked my scratch playfully, claiming that it w
Alpha’s Little Plaything 9. The truth Comes out
Loriah’s PoV I felt the world crumble when my eyes locked onto Draco across the dining room. The woman beside him touched his arm with a familiarity that made bile rise in my throat. She leaned in when she spoke, her smile elegant and knowing. And around them—two older couples, their laughter blending into the clinking of wine glasses. I felt sick. “Elena,” I whispered, catching one of the senior waitresses as she swept by. “Who are they?” She glanced at me. “That’s Draco Thorne and his fiancée, Marla Allard. Marla Allard booked the restaurant for the first time—Alessandro’s thrilled. They even brought their parents. The Thornes own that multibillion-dollar record company. Word is, Draco and Marla were betrothed since childhood. You know how it goes, old money, match made in heaven.” Her words blurred after that. Betrothed. Fiancée. Only heir. The glasses on my tray rattled. I barely made it to the bathroom before I collapsed against the sink, retching until nothing was
Alpha’s Little Plaything 8. Between Secrets and Kisses
Loriah’s POV When he came inside me, Draco’s lips claimed mine as though he had been waiting a lifetime. His body pressed into mine, hot and unrelenting, and yet his movements were careful, reverent. Every touch, every kiss, every breath felt like worship. My nerves trembled, but his whispers steadied me. “Tell me to stop and I will,” he breathed, his body taut with restraint. "Because I'm dying for round two. But if you feel too sore..." “Don’t stop,” I whispered, tears slipping free but not of fear—of surrender. His kiss swallowed my trembling confession, and then he entered me again, slow and patient, until the pain melted into something hotter, more profound, that made me arch into him, begging for more. My moans tangled with his groans, and soon the world disappeared, leaving only us and the storm we had unleashed together. The night stretched endlessly. We tangled in the sheets, sweat-slick and breathless, only to find each other repeatedly. When exhaustion finally c
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