Contract With The Alpha King by Brey Mitchylle

Chapter

11

"Have you packed your bags?" Elijah asked for the umpteenth time as he looked at the one duffel bag Fiona was carrying. "You can ask Regor to-

"These are all the things I own," Fiona answered, a smile appearing on her face. "There is no need to delay." She looked at the mansion, and although she couldn't see anyone outside, she knew someone was observing them from inside the pack mansion. "How about you?" she asked. Elijah was here to build some alliances for the Rite of Kings. However, it was clear he had gained some enemies instead of friendships.

mansion

Instead of giving her a direct answer, Elijah pulled her into his tns, his grip firm but not forceful. Fiona stiffened at the sudden contact, her heart skipping a beat as he leaned in closer, his breath warm against her ear. His eyes, sharp and calculating, remained fixed on the but his voice was low and intimate when he spoke.

"I already have everything I want," he whispered, his words sending a shiver down her spine.

"What are you doing?" she hissed, trying to push him away. It was nighttime, but that didn't mean the darkness hid them Standing in a clearing in front of the pack mansion, they were visible to anyone in the surrounding houses.

"They are watching," he responded, his voice husky

Her eyes widened as her pulse quickened, a flush creeping up her neck as she registered the closeness of his body and the way his hand lingered on her waist. She was keenly aware of the warmth radiating from him, the solidness of his chest against her back. Every iota of her wanted to tell him to let her go, but her body seemed too intoxicated by his touch. She found herself leaning slightly into him.

Fiona was about to protest further, but before she could say anything, Regor appeared beside them, his presence a sudden reminder of their surroundings. "Everything is ready. Your Highness," he said, his tone professional but with a hint of urgency.

her, but he did loosen his grip his eyes still locked on the mansion. "Good" he replied, his voice steady, though his hand remained

her toward the vehicle, Alpha Cris emerged from the mansion, flanked by Luna Kimberly and, to Fiona's surprise, her father, Lord Rosenthal. The three of them approached with measured steps, their expressions a mix of forced politeness and something Fiona didn't recognize. She swallowed, her lips

Cris began. "We wish you luck in the Rite of Kings. Take

was light, but the implication was clear, and Fiona

Luna Kimberly offered a tight smile that didn't reach her eyes. Elijah met their gazes with calm confidence, his stance relaxed as if the entire exchange was pething more than a formality. Elijah finally turned to Fiona and

to the vehicle. Elijah followed, opening the door for her with a small, almost mocking bow. She climbed in trying to ignore the way her heart was still racing and settled into

jeep began to move, Fiona watched the pack mansion grow smaller

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gates of the pack, Fiona let out a long sigh. She hadn't even realized she had been holding her breath until they

was already looking at her. Despite his gentle question, there was some cunning in his eyes. It made her wonder what he was thinking at that very moment. Elijah's eyes remained on Fiona, a slight smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Did I make you

herself. T... It was just unexpected, she replied, her voice betraying a hint of the unease she

Unexpected, but not unwelcome," he murmured, his tone laced with a subtle challenge. The underlying meaning in his words wasn't lost on her, and she felt a flush creeping

more.

now, though she couldn't entirely hide the curiosity-and the distraction-his presence was causing. From what she knew, the Rite of Kings was a competition for the next Alpha King. She knew the competition started months ago. If she was right, they were about to have the second stage of the

his gaze remained just as penetrating. The Rite of Kings is a test, a series of trials designed to ensure that the next Alpha King is the most capable among us," he explained. "Strength, intelligence, leadership-they're all tested in different ways. Each prince is measured, challenged, and

contender. In fact, there was a rimor that the king purposely announced the Rite of Kings five years earlier because he didn't want his son to reach the age of 30. After all, only the sons of alphas who were 25 to 30 years old could join the

and adaptability are just as important. You see, Fiona, this isn't just about being the strongest or the smartest. It's about knowing when to push when to pull back, and when to use every tool at your disposal. He paused, his eyes gleaming with