All Chapters of PLAYTHING OF THE ALPHA PREDATORS: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

APRIL My walls stretched around the toy lodged inside my pussy, adjusting to it against my will. Meanwhile, all I felt was pure horror that they’d ambushed me for that purpose. “You’re good to go, President,” Xander tucked his hands in his pocket, smirking at me like he had a diabolical plan in the back of his mind.I wasn’t in the mood for any games though, I had an important competition to attend to and I couldn’t possibly get through it with a vibrator stuck inside me. The worst part of it all was that Xander definitely had the controller for it and that look on his face was proof that he’d torture me with it for his pleasure. “What? All good?” I let out a sarcastic laugh, “you have to be kidding me, there’s no way you guys expect me to get on stage with a vibrator inside me, that’s insane.”Ace who’d been perfectly content with sitting on the edge of a table and watching everything unfold like a dark observer, finally pushed himself off it and started towards me. He had that co

ACEThe fucking Mahoney Charity ball that no one wanted to shut up about had finally arrived. My parents had talked my head off about how important it was to attend it and that’s the only reason why I was stepping out of a limousine in a black tux this very moment. I didn’t want to come because I knew Brooke would try to cling to me to make our sham of an engagement seem real, but thanks to my bully of a father, I was forced out of the house with countless threats to my life. Mom walked out of the limo after me, and then dad followed. The paparazzi hurried towards us and we all wore our usual fake smiles for the camera and my father refused any questions as usual before security paved a way for us into the charity ball. I was unlucky enough to be seated on the same table as my parents and since my dad would break my neck for smoking cigarettes, I couldn’t even do that to ease the tension clouding my mind. Each time someone of importance came to the table, I had to find it in me to

BROOKEThe silence in the living room was louder than the wolves howling outside. Mother was stewing where she sat, reading through a Gucci catalogue and swiping every page like she had a grudge against them. But we both knew her anger wasn’t with the catalogue in her hand, she was too obsessed with luxury items to be pissed of by them. In fact, I think she was looking at them in a bid to calm her nerves but it clearly wasn’t working. After what we’d both witnessed at the Mahoney Charity Ball yesterday, there’s no way she could be calmed unless she found a more appropriate vessel to channel of her anger to. And from experience, that was always me. I was always the bin for all her hideous emotions, whether I was the cause of it or not. It’s like she birthed me to be a dumping ground for all her bullshit. Last night, she had high hopes that Ace and I would take a picture on the red carpet that would blow up on all newspapers and magazines in circulation, but neither of us were able

NICKApril’s question brought me back to my senses in seconds. That’s when I realized that she wasn’t meant to see me, that I should’ve never jumped out of my car or shown myself. I wasn’t thinking when I approached her because that bastard pissed me the fuck off, and now I had to find a way out of this mess without her swing me as some sick creeper. “I was just in the area running an errand,” I lied, hoping it was convincing enough to get her off my back. But judging from the way she was looking at me, it was clear that she didn’t buy a word of what I said. “That’s not true and we both know it. This isn’t an area you have any business being in, and if we’re being sincere, you almost never have to handle any errands because you have an endless line of workers that handle it,” she dissected my lie immediately and left me speechless. I weighed my options quickly. It was either I tell her the truth and risk her getting pissed at me and seeing me as a weird stalker, or I could lie a

APRILEverything around me stopped as the cake was placed right before me. It felt unreal. As simple as the gesture was, it gave my inner child a million hugs and had her keeping for joy within me. I blinked repeatedly, willing myself to find a worthy reaction to the cake before me. It was so beautiful and coated in my favorite color; red, while the inscription was in gold. It looked like something fit for a queen and nothing less, and it had my heart soaring like crazy. In the background, I could faintly pick up the fact that the staffs were singing ‘Happy Birthday’ to me, but all I could focus on was the cake staring back at me. My reaction of being completely floored might’ve seemed over the top for any one watching, but if they realized that I hadn’t celebrated my birthday in years, they’d understand that it was completely justified. Ever since my father’s death, I hadn’t celebrated a single birthday. My mom paid no attention to me whenever I reminded her about my birthday a