Contract With The Alpha King by Brey Mitchylle

Chapter 4

Fiona bit her lower lip as she paced outside the Prince's rooiri.

Last night. Regor, the Prince's aide, had brought her to the adjacent room, telling her to rest. Fiona took his advice but was unable to sleep. Anxious and wide awake, she bathed, wrapped herself in a robe, and went to the Prince's room, determined to tell him she agreed. She couldn't afford to wait any longer. Despite not having enough rest, all Fiona could think about was leaving this place. What if the Prince took his offer back?

Fiona was now without a pack or a clan or any backup plan-just the $1,000 in her account that she was able to save in secret. But she had no passport so her options will be very limited. Her parents didn't think she needed to leave the pack or the country for that matter, so they never got her one.

Aside from her medical arts, she also never learned any normal education. No high school or college degree. She would be lucky if someone hired her as a waitress once she left this place.

She was deep in thought when a familiar voice startled her.

"I was waiting for you to knock," Elijah said from behind. She turned, her gaze locking onto the robe clinging to his muscled chest, damp from a recent bath. She caught her breath when her gaze landed on his tousled hair and the water droplets on his skin.

"I... I was just... Fiona stuttered, her heart racing. Elijah's intense gaze held hers.

"Come inside, Fiona His voice was low, commanding. She hesitated, feeling exposed, but something deeper urged her forward. She stepped into Elijah's room, the scent of soap and warmth enveloping her as he closed the door.

Elijah moved with deliberate grace and somehow, Fiona's eyes couldn't help but trace every detail of him. Like the way his robe hung loosely, the curve of his jawline still soft from the steam, and how his lips resembled that of an apple. It seemed so inviting, she started to wonder what they tasted like.

"You didn't sleep well," Elijah's voice pulled her back to reality.

Il couldn't, she admitted softly. There was too much on my mind."

"I heard about what happened last night," Elijah said, his gaze deep.

She nodded. Without having second thoughts, she said, "I agree to be your wife for the next three years and find the medicine that could help you."

The silence that followed her words was almost unnerving. His unreadable expression somehow made her practically desperate to prove herself. "I've been trained in the medicinal arts. If I may... I can examine your body and determine if I can help." Finally, he made a surprise face. "You want to examine my body

purely professional." She cleared her

no need to be

more-perfectly proportioned, strong, and capable. Her heart pounded as the room seemed

hard, her pulse racing as she reached out

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just. remove his clothes?

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the bed, and he complied without a word. Her hand hovered just above his

onto hers, making it hard to focus. Fiona took a deep breath and placed

his collarbone. As her fingers lingered, she felt a shiver, unsure if it was from

eyes darker now, the smirk replaced by something more primal.

Elijah made her so nervous. She convinced herself that this was

her touch. She pressed gently on his abdomen, noting nothing was wrong there, but the tension in his body increased and she could feel it. "You're doing well," Elijah murmured, his voice rough, as

line of his hip before pressing against another point-The Nexus, a connection between physical and spiritual energy. His muscles tightened under her touch. It was a subtle

to the next point, just above his navel, the Source of Will. A

be?" Elijah asked, his voice a soft

gently against his skin. "You're strong," she whispered, "Your energy

anything wrong," she said softly. "You're the strongest werewolf I've ever seen." Elijah's expression remained unreadable. "So, you think

believe I can," she replied, trying to sound confident. "But we should discuss

quickly stood up, eager to put some distance between them But

happened in

to fall back, her body hitting the floor. Instead, strong arms wrapped around her, pulling her against his chest. Her breath caught as she found

her ears. His scent-clean, fresh from the bath, mixed with