Contract With The Alpha King by Brey Mitchylle

Chapter 16

The StormHowl Pack is currently the largest pack in Georgia," Elijah said as he surveyed the room given to them by Alpha Leonard Kraus, Regor had already called the Alpha beforehand and told him not to welcome them with flair and to keep their arrival a secret. The Alpha thankfully agreed without asking any questions. "We should be safe for the night," Elijah

continued.

Fiona let her eyes wander around the room, taking in the surroundings. The guest room was surprisingly luxurious, with rich, dark wood furnishings that gave the space a warm and inviting feel. The large windows were draped with heavy velvet curtains that matched the deep burgundy tones of the plush rug beneath her feet. A crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling, casting a soft, golden glow over everything.

But her attention quickly shifted to the centerpiece of the room single, large king-sized bed. The bed was covered in crisp, white linens, looking incredibly comfortable and far too big for just one person. Her heart skipped a beat as the reality of the situation settled in-they would be sharing that bed tonight.

Despite the exhaustion weighing on her, Fiona couldn't shake the thoughts running through her mind. The proximity, the intimacy of sharing such a small space with Elijah-it was enough to make her pulse quicken. She felt a strange mix of anticipation and nervousness, unsure of how the night would unfold

Elijah moved past her, casually inspecting the room as well, but his presence only heightened her awareness of the situation. Every movement he made seemed to amplify the tension in the air. Fiona swallowed hard, trying to focus on than the bed, but her eyes kept drifting back to it anything other

She could feel Elijah's gaze on her, and when she finally looked up, their eyes met. There was something in his expression, a flicker of something she couldn't quite name. It wasn't just concern or care-there was something more, something that made her breath catch in her throat.

Slowly, Fiona could feel her cheeks flush. She quickly looked away, hoping to regain some composure. But the thought of them lying so close together, the possibility of what might happen-it was all she could think about.

She silently blamed the contract that be made her sign.

"Are you sure you feel fine now?" Fiona asked, trying her best to think of something else. "I mean-you were wounded and unconscious."

Yet, I was able to transform without any problems," he answered her while lifting his eyebrow. "However..." He took a step forward. Then, without saying another word, he slowly unbuttoned his shirt. His gray eyes bore into hers as if he were reading the insides of her soul. Fiona hated being this exposed.

it if you checked my body again. Healers should make sure that their patients. feel fine. We wouldn't want

the heat rising in her cheeks, but his slow, deliberate movements made it impossible. As he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing the chiseled lines of his chest, she felt her

think that's necessary, Fiona stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. She took a step back instinctively, but Elijah only moved closer, closing the distance between them

as he shrugged off the shirt entirely, letting it fall to the floor. "1 wouldn't want

trapped, with Elijah Towering over her, his presence overwhelming.

was already leaning in, his

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he whimpered, his breath warm against her ear. But

to keep her composure. But Elijah's closeness, the intensity in his eyes, made it impossible to think clearly. Her gaze met his, and for a moment, neither of them moved. The air was thick with unspoken desire,

resistance, her

against her cheek. "You don't have to be afraid,"

filled with all the tension that had been building between them Fiona's hands instinctively moved to his chest, her fingeri tracing the hard lines of his muscles as she lost herself in the

bodies. His touch was firm, commanding, as he explored her curves, his hands moving to the small of her back and pressing her

hair. The feel of his body against hers was electrifying, every point of contact sending a rush of heat through her. She could feel the strength in his grip, the way his hands moved with purpose as if he was

her neck, trailing hot kisses along her skin. Fiona tilted her head back, giving him more access, her breath hitching as his lips found a particularly sensitive spot. She clung to him, her hands roaming across his broad

the hem of her shirt, his fingers brushing against her bare skin, igniting a fire within her. She shivered at his touch, her body responding

a knock on the door interrupted their

was, as both of them could smell

to laugh out loud when she saw how ugly his face had become. "What is it?" Elijah hissed while glaring at the