Contract With The Alpha King by Brey Mitchylle

Chapter 14

Regor stood tense, his senses sharp as he scanned the surroundings. The safe house was located between Alabama and Georgia, deep in the countryside, surrounded by vast, open farmland. The two-story wooden house was isolated, far from any prying eyes, which made it both a refuge and a potential trap. The rogues knew exactly where to strike, and they were taking full advantage of the isolation.

The moonlight cast long shadows across the fields, and Regor could hear the rustling of leaves in the nearby trees, mingling with the distant howls of the approaching rogues

He couldn't risk transforming into his wolf form while the Prince was still vulnerable. The situation was dire, and the healer's words only confirmed what he already knew-they needed to get Elijah out of there. But Regor also knew the palace was far more dangerous for a wounded Prince than this remote location. The political snakes lurking there would pounce on any sign of weakness.

The healer, clearly panicked, approached Regor with urgency. "We must leave now! Take the Prince back to the palace before it's too late."

Regor didn't even turn to face him. "The palace is a death trap for him right now," he replied coldly. His eyes never left the door, fully aware that the threat was closing in. "He's safer here, where we can protect him."

The healer's face twisted with frustration. "If you won't listen to reason, then don't blame me when things go wrong! I'm going to report this to the King. He needs to know what's happening here." Without waiting for a response, the healer bolted for the door, leaving them to fight against the rogues.

Stupid. Regor thought inwardly.

Regor clenched his jaw, suppressing his anger. He didn't have time to deal with a coward. The healer was gone, and it didn't matter. The only thing that mattered now was protecting the Price

One of Regor's men approached him. Despite a werewolf's ability to heal faster, they were not immune to poison, which the rogues used to attack them. Because of this, two of his men were still wounded, and the one who approached him was one of them. There are about ten rogues out there, sir. We're heavily outnumbered."

he wasn't about to back down. "Prioritize your safety," Regor ordered the others. "Get out of here if you can. The Prince needs to

his head. "We're not leaving sir. We fight together."

sure these rogues regret ever coming here," he said. He knew fighting

Regor moved into position, his senses heightened, ready for the impending battle. The moment the first rogue appeared, he lunged forward, using his human form to strike with deadly precision. His fists were a blur as

ferocity. The fight was brutal and chaotic, the sounds of snarling, growling and the clash of bodies filling the air. Despite their wounds, Regor's team fought with everything they had, using their agility

throat and snapping its neck with a single, swift motion. Another rogue came at

glanced around, assessing the situation.

own, but the sheer number of rogues was

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battle was far from over, and Regor knew they couldn't

remained focused on one thing: protecting the Prince. Elijah's

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and his men. Regor's fists were clenched, his breathing heavy as the battle raged around him. But then, without warning, the rogues suddenly stopped attacking. The abrupt halt surprised him Almost immediately, the hair on the back of his neck stood up. A

Something was wrong.