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.

Healers should make sure that

focus on anything but the heat rising in her cheeks, but his slow, deliberate movements made it impossible. As he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing the chiseled

Fiona stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. She took a step back instinctively, but Elijah only moved closer, closing the

teasing, as he shrugged off the shirt entirely, letting it fall to the

body. She was trapped, with Elijah Towering over her, his presence overwhelming. Her mind scrambled for words, but

in, his hands braced on either side of her,

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warm against her ear. But if it helps you sleep better, you can make

fingers brushing against his hare skin. The sensation sent a shiver down her spine, and she hit her lip, trying to keep her composure. But Elijah's closeness, the intensity in his eyes, made it impossible to think clearly. Her gaze met his,

less resistance, her voice laced with

cheek. "You don't have to be afraid," he murmured his voice low

had been building between them Fiona's hands instinctively moved to his chest, her fingeri tracing

her sides, pulling her closer until there was no space left between their bodies. His touch was firm, commanding, as he explored her curves, his hands

his hair. The feel of his body against hers was electrifying, every point of contact sending a rush of heat through her. She could feel

breath hitching as his lips found a particularly sensitive spot. She clung to him,

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 to every movement he made. There was nothing gentle about the

interrupted their

it was, as both of them

when she saw how ugly his face had become. "What is