Contract With The Alpha King by Brey Mitchylle

Chapter

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"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.

on the mansion. "Good" he replied, his voice steady, though

to guide 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

Alpha Cris began. "We wish you luck in the Rite of Kings. Take care on your

responded with a low chuckle, his grip on Fiona tightening slightly as he pulled her closer. "Thank you, Alpha," he said smoothly. "I'm sure I'll do just fine." His tone was light, but the implication was clear, and Fiona felt a wave of discomfort

calm confidence, his stance relaxed as if the entire exchange was pething more than a formality.

tension, Fiona nodded and quickly walked 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

the engine without a word. As the jeep began to move,

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long sigh. She hadn't

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

was just unexpected, she replied, her voice betraying a hint of the unease she was feeling. There was a tension between them that she couldn't quite define, but it

with a subtle challenge.

more.

was causing. From what she knew, the Rite of Kings was a competition for

is a test, a series of trials designed to ensure that the next Alpha King is the most capable among us,"

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

closer. "Strategy 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