Contract With The Alpha King by Brey Mitchylle

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Elijah's expression darkened instantly, Fiona followed his lead and took a deep breath, and the scent hit her like a wave- rancid, like rotting flesh mixed with damp earth. It was unmistakable. The smell of rogues, wild and untarned werewolves who had no allegiance to any

pack. The stench was overpowering, making her stomach churn with unease.

As the car remained still. Fiona's eyes widened when she saw three figures emerge from the shadows on the side of the road. They were human in appearance, but the way they moved was predatory, their eyes gleaming with dangerous intent as they approached the vehicle and blocked its path.

Fiona could feel the fear creeping in, but she fought to stay composed. All her life, she had been in the pack, studying medical arts, She had never been personally involved in a fight like this.

"Your Highness" Regor's voice was calm but edged with readiness. "Shall I deal with them?"

Elijah's gaze remained fixed on the rogues, his expression hard. "No," he said sharply. "Stay here. Fiona, don't leave the car." His tone left no room for argument.

But just as he was about to step out, Fiona reached out and grabbed his arm, stopping him. Her heart was pounding, but she forced herself to meet his gaze. "Take care," she said softly, her voice trembling slightly despite her best efforts. "Ill be waiting for you." Elijah's stern expression softened just a fraction as he looked at her. Then, without warning, he smirked, a glint of something darker flashing in his eyes. "I won't keep you waiting long," he murmured.

Before Fiona could react, he leaned in and captured her lips in a sudden, searing kiss. It was hot and demanding, his lips moving against hers with a possessiveness that sent a shiver down her spine. She gasped, her body reacting instantly to the intensity of his kiss, the world around her fading away.

Then, as quickly as it started, he pulled back, leaving her breathless and stunned. His eyes were filled with a mixture of hear and something else-something she couldn't quite decipher

her response, he turned and stepped out of the car, leaving

the edge of her seat, knuckles white, as she tried to steady her breathing. Through the windshield, she could see Elijah and Regor approach the rogues, who remained eerily still, their eyes tracking the two men like predators sizing up

could see Elijah speaking, his stance somewhat languid. For a brief moment, she allowed herself to believe that

she saw him impale the rogue on the right, his hand plunging straight through the man's chest as if it were made of paper. The rogue's eyes went wide

in her seat, her breath catching in her throat. She couldn't believe what she had just witnessed! Elijah's expression remained cold, unfeeling, as he turned his attention to the remaining rogues. The other two didn't flinch, they simply stared at Elijah,

more figures emerged-dozens of them, their forms shifting as they stepped into the light. Werewolves, their eyes glowing with a feral intensity, slowly encircled the car and the one behind it, where Elijah's

in her chest, fear gripping her tightly as

Regor, there would be a total of six fighters-not including Fiona. Would they

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ambush? Who would dare ambush a prince? For some reason,

territory? With all the commotion that

the chaos unfolding outside. Elijah's men had begun to transform,

with bone-crushing force. The rogue howled in pain as claws raked across its side, blood spraying across the ground. Another one of Elijah's men grappled with

his

take them. But why was she hiding? Why was she cowering inside the car while the others fought for their lives? She could feel the fear gripping her, but another emotion began to