Chapter 291: Elsie’s Secret Uncovered

Trigger/Content Warning:

This Chapter contains scenes of obsessive sexual fantasy, power play, and non-explicit but intense suggestive content. Themes of emotional manipulation, unhealthy fixation, and simulated dominance/submission dynamics are present. Reader discretion is advised.

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Elsie Lyka Lancaster always wore a tight, perfect mask. But right now, that mask was cracking, even though she covered it up by laughing too hard at the jokes those bimbos told. Even though she drank like hell to drown the blinding white-hot anger running through her veins.

And yet, it wasn’t enough.

The audacity of that bitch.

Still, she didn’t let it show. Keep your composure, her mother Caroline had drilled into her since she could talk. If you must fall apart, never do it in public.

So Elsie danced harder, smiling through the irritation that buzzed like an itch beneath her skin, refusing to let it win.

But as soon as the last guest was gone, leaving just her and Grace, she let the monster out.

"Damn it!" Elsie screamed, grabbing one of the glass cups and hurling it against the wall. The sound of shattering glass gave her some sort of satisfaction. She felt better releasing her frustration this way. But it still wasn’t enough.

At once, Elsie’s gaze drifted to Grace, and she made up her mind like a lioness who had just decided on which prey to pounce on. She strode over to where Grace was cleaning up and grasped her cheeks tightly, the pressure almost painful.

heart racing as she looked into Elsie’s intense

time to play games,

games, Grace’s fear vanished, replaced by a spark of excitement that danced across her eyes. "As you wish, Elsie," she replied,

the door creaking slightly behind her while Elsie waited with anticipation. When she returned, her face was obscured

Yes. Asher Nightshade.

mask was an uncanny likeness, capturing Asher’s features in a way that was both artful and eerie. But the mask was only part of the transformation because Grace also held a wicked-looking whip, its

the weird transformation, the queen bee’s demeanor changed entirely. Elsie walked up to Grace, her hips swaying, and sank to her knees with

something, Alpha Asher. I’ve been a bad

"Good. Bad girls need to be punished. Now

Lancaster was all in with

slowness, letting it fall to the floor and revealing the white panties she wore beneath. With a seductive flair, she removed them as well, her breathing heavy and

pleaded, eager for what was

bringing it down across Elsie’s bare skin, the sound reverberating through

the next seconds, obviously drinking

was obvious that this was not the first time they had played this game seeing the way Grace

again till her ass cheeks were red. Yet she didn’t want her

the Alpha King had forbidden the cardinal alphas from laying a hand on her till one of them had fought and claimed her, it was clear that Elsie Lancaster found satisfaction through other obvious means

Asher Nightshade? In this twisted game, it was her Asher who desired her, not that street-born

for pain. If he liked it rough, she would be ready. She would make herself his perfect

cried out,

laughed, slipping from her role for a moment. Her eyes were wild, fueled by the power play and the thick adrenaline

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