Lahat ng Kabanata ng Alpha’s Little Plaything : Kabanata 71 - Kabanata 80

Draco’s POV I had just stepped outside Loriah’s door to speak—trying not to worry her about what my private investigator had found. After all, we were already digging into her possible assassination attempt. My blood turned to ice and my stomach dropped when I saw the room. Toiletries were scattered across the floor, upturned furniture or askew, and she was gone. A note on the mirror, probably written ahead of time, read: “We have Elara. Call the police and you’ll regret it. Stand by for my next message.” I tore the place apart, searching for where she’d been taken, until I found a hidden door in the wall. Whoever planned this had planned everything for today. The commotion alerted security — guttural growls mixed with shouts and loud noises— Greg came back as well. The moment he realized what had happened, he swung at me. “I left her with you, and this is how you took care of her?” he yelled. His human strength did nothing, and I did not retaliate. I turned to the head of

Draco’s POV Loriah — my Loriah. I kissed her closed eyes, wondering what I’d ever done to deserve her. She wrapped her arms around my waist and looked up at me with so much love. A love I wasn’t sure I’d ever be worthy of — not after what I allowed to happen to her. “I could have lost you,” I whispered. Saying it out loud made it more real… and even more terrifying. “All I want right now is to bury myself in you — to know you’re really here with me.” In one swift movement, I pinned her gently to the bed. “I don’t think I’d be able to live without you.” My voice broke as I kissed her hungrily. She pulled back slightly, breathless, and whispered, “Then do.” I stared at her with pure adoration, my chest aching as my gaze lingered on the faint swelling along her cheek. One of those bastards had hit her. Rage simmered beneath my skin, but I forced it down — this wasn’t what she needed now. What she needed was love, safety, and me. “Luckily for you, you don’t have to tell me

Marla’s POV My father was fuming — the kidnapping fiasco had undone everything. That bitch, Loriah, had more lives than a cat. “How is that even possible? She escaped? A mere human fooled all of you?!” I roared. He rose from his seat slamming his fists against the desk. “It was Alpha Caspian’s fault,” Ghost muttered nervously. “He tried to force himself on her, and she knocked him out. By the time we realized, she’d already run away.” My mother’s voice was sharp and cold. “What are we going to do now? He can’t divorce Marla — not before she’s secured all his inheritance.” Father’s expression darkened. “That’s another matter entirely. Magnus’s daughter isn’t dead.” My mother froze. “What are you talking about? I made sure that wretched creature was locked in the nursery when it burst into flames.” “She’s very much alive,” Father said, his tone low and ominous. “And you know her… It’s Elara Dane.” The glass of bourbon I’d just poured shattered in my hand, liquid and shard

Loriah’s PoV Sister Nora had me bathe in aromatic oils before painting ancient runes across my skin — on my arms, shoulders, and forehead. The scent of herbs and sandalwood filled the air, soothing and sacred. Still, my mind was a storm of thoughts. I could feel my father’s gaze on me even before I left the room earlier. He wanted to speak to me — I could sense it — but fear held him back. Maybe he was afraid I’d reject him. When I passed through the living room, my mother was with him. She sat close, their bodies touching, her hand resting over his heart. She filled his space so naturally — with tenderness and certainty. Draco and I were like that, too. Little by little, he had dismantled all my walls, replacing my doubts with something unshakable — love. Earlier, Leon mentioned that Marla’s lawyer had contacted him, demanding a larger settlement. Draco didn’t hesitate; he agreed, even though it meant giving her more shares. He only said one thing afterward — that every pen

Loriah’s POV After my father left, Draco followed soon after, leaving the house with tight security. Everyone else had gone earlier, so it was just my mother and me now — finally alone, with time to bond. “Luna Layla, I…” I began, but she reached for my hands, her eyes soft and pleading. “Please, call me Mom,” she whispered. “I always dreamed of hearing you say that. Every morning I’d wake and hope it was real — but it never was. Just another nightmare without you.” Her voice broke on the last words. “Mom,” I said. It came out naturally, from somewhere deep inside me. A tear slipped down her cheek, and she brushed it away quickly, but I caught her hand and cupped her face, my thumb tracing her skin. “I always wondered what my mom would look like,” I murmured. “I wondered if she loved me. I’m so glad it’s you.” She pulled me into her arms, and we stayed that way, clinging to each other as if time itself had stopped. Later, we sat in the living room, and she showed me bab