Contract With The Alpha King by Brey Mitchylle

Chapter

13

"What do you mean you can't heal him?" Fiona's voice was sharp, her brows furrowing as she stared at the healer. The man, who looked to be in his early fifties, was the same healer who had tended to Carrie. Regor had summoned him immediately after the attack, but

the situation was growing more dire by the second

The healer looked down at Elijah's pale form with a concerned expression. "Poison claws are not easy to heal," he began, his tone somber. "The poison used is designed to slow down a werewolf's natural healing process. Normally, it isn't deadly, just meant to weaken and incapacitate werewolves. But in this case. He trailed off, his eyes narrowing as he examined Elijah's wound more closely.

Fiona glanced around the room. They were in a house owned by the Alpha King, situated in a territory without any pack affiliations. They had been forced to seek refuge here after the attack. However, this house had no security that would help them in case another attack happened. This was done to avoid suspicions from rogues and humans. Because of this, she wanted to get this over with as soon as possible.

She wanted the healer to heal Elijah before something else happened. Who would have thought that the healer would only give Elijah one look before saying that he could not help him?

"How is that possible?" Fiona demanded, her voice trembling slightly.

The healer sighed, shaking his head. "The poison claws should not have caused this level of damage. It's meant to keep a werewolf weak, not unconscious. But Prince Elijah's reaction suggests that the poison used was something far more potent. I need to study it further before I can even attempt to heal him."

Regor, standing nearby with a tense expression, spoke up. "What do we need to do?"

"We need to get him back to the palace," the healer replied firmly. "The elixir required to counteract this kind of poison is only available there. It's possible that the poison claws used on him were enhanced with something else-something we've never seen before. If that's the case, we'll need all the resources the palace can offer.

Fiona's heart raced as she looked down at Elijah. His breathing was shallow, his skin clammy. She could feel panic rising within her, but she forced it down, focusing on what needed to be done. "You're saying he could die?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. The healer didn't respond immediately, his silence confirming her worst fears. He turned to Regor. "Arrange for immediate transport. We don't have time to waste.

I need to talk to you alone,"

her, his expression turning to one of disdain. "And who are you to give orders here?" he asked, his voice dripping with condescension Since the healer arrived, he didn't ask

without flinching. "I'm the Prince's fiancée," she declared, her voice surprisingly

narrowed his eyes. However, before he could say a word, Regor thankfully backed Fiona up. "She speaks the truth. Now leave the room and let us decide our

aback, clearly not expecting this response. After a moment, he gave a stiff nod and

need to figure out what's really going on here," she said, her voice softer now but filled with resolve. "This isn't just about poison claws. Someone wanted to make sure he wouldn't recover

attack was intentional. They knew that the Prince

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She didn't want to admit it, but it seemed

King. While it is logical to take him back to the palace, all of the Princes are currently there. That place is actually more dangerous than outside of the palace" Fiona pursed her lips. She wasn't aware of this. It seems that the politics in the werewolf world are more dangerous than she originally thought.

is that?"

as he said. "Rogues. It seems that they really wanted the Prince

to do

fight against them," Regor said, his tone dark. "Stay here. Do not let anyone

two of Elijah's men were also wounded from the attack earlier. Her heart started to race as she thought about the

it possible that they truly wanted to kill