All Chapters of Alpha’s Little Plaything : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Draco’s POV When Marla asked to meet, I knew I had to go — fast. If I wanted the divorce to move quickly, I couldn’t let her bleed me dry. She already knew she was losing; she’d try to take as much as she could while she still could. She arrived on time, unannounced — still wielding the privileges of a wife. Polished, poised, and coldly beautiful, she sat across from me, legs crossed with practiced elegance. “Name your terms, Marla. Let’s get this over with,” I said, my voice flat. “Such a rush to make things official with your mistress,” she hissed. “Did you knock her up or something?” Her tone was venomous. Heat flared in me. My aura rose unforgiving. “She’s not a mistress,” I said through clenched teeth. “She’s the woman I love — the only one I want as Mrs. Thorne, the only one my pack will ever accept as Luna. Now name your terms. And know this: if you try to drag this out, I’ll expose everything — your dirty laundry will be public. I held back out of respect for your par

Loriah’s PoV “Leon, you’re leaving so soon?” I asked as he approached, greeting me with quick kisses on both cheeks. “I’ve got important things to do,” he said with a grin, waving a manila envelope in the air before tucking it into his briefcase. “But don’t worry, I’ll be back for dinner—with Brea. See you soon, gorgeous.” He left in a rush, and moments later, I heard the distant thrum of helicopter blades fading into the sky. When I stepped into Draco’s studio, the air felt charged—his emotions swirling between tension and relief. “Is everything alright?” I asked softly. He looked up from his desk, and for the first time in weeks, his smile reached his eyes. “More than fine. Marla signed the divorce papers… and I just did too. Leon’s gone to get everything finalized.” I let out an unrestrained squeal and ran straight into his arms. He caught me easily, lifting me off the ground as he spun us around. My legs locked around his waist, my arms around his neck, and I laughed

Layla’s PoV I had just finished getting ready for my daughter’s dinner celebration. Loriah had said she had a surprise for us, and I hadn’t stopped smiling since I woke up. “Are you almost ready, my love?” Magnus’s deep voice filled the room as he stepped inside — and then he froze. His eyes softened immediately, a slow smile curving his lips. “Have I told you lately how stunning you are?” I laughed, feeling the warmth rise to my cheeks. “All the time,” I teased, swatting playfully at his chest as he came closer. He ignored the protest, sliding his arms around my waist and kissing me soundly. “Magnus,” I giggled, pushing at his shoulders. “You’re going to smudge my makeup!” He chuckled, but his hands didn’t leave me. “You’ve been glowing ever since our daughter came back into our lives,” he murmured, brushing his thumb along my cheek. “I missed this version of you — my sun.” I melted a little under his gaze. “I love you, Magnus. Only you gave me the strength to go on wi

Draco’s PoV Alpha Magnus walked straight up to me then, staring me in the eye. “This—” he lifted the crushed note “—is exactly why she’s not staying here another night.” My wolf surged beneath my skin—my eyes darkened, my muscles tensed, my breath turned into a near-growl. “With all due respect, Alpha,” I said, my voice dangerously calm, “she is my mate. My Luna. And no one—not even you—will take her from me.” The energy in the room shifted so sharply that Brea gasped. “Draco—” Loriah grabbed my shirt, grounding me. My eyes flicked to her, softening instantly, the storm in them calming as I exhaled. Her mother stepped forward, placing a hand on her father’s chest. “Magnus, please. Loriah needs both of you right now—not a fight.” He swallowed hard, jaw clenching, and finally looked at her. Really looked. His expression broke. “Pumpkin,” he said softly, voice thick, “I just… I just got you back. I can’t lose you again.” Loriah's composure cracked. She stepped out of

Draco’s PoV “Draco, that’s enough.” Marcus’s icy ultimatum cracked through the dark warehouse, echoing off the concrete walls. “You’re going to kill him before he confesses who sent him,” Marcus added, stepping forward, jaw tight, eyes hard. I didn’t even look back. My wolf was on the edge—dangerously close to taking over—as I held the beaten intruder by the collar. Blood was splattered everywhere. Je was already unrecognizable. “I’ll make him talk one way or another,” I snarled. "Who are you working with?!" I roared as I punched him again. The bastard only laughed despite spitting blood. A deeper, dangerous growl filled the space. "I'll do it!" Alpha Magnus. He shed his jacket with controlled fury, tossing it aside. The crisp white shirt beneath strained against his shoulders as he rolled up his sleeves slowly, deliberately— He was out for blood too. I could feel his raging aura. His pup was once again threatened. “Step aside,” Magnus said, voice low and lethal.