Contract With The Alpha King by Brey Mitchylle

Chapter

18

Elijah's heart dropped the moment he entered the bathroom and saw Fiona lying unconscious on the floor. A wave of panic surged through him, but he forced himself to stay calm. He quickly grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her, covering her vulnerable form. "Regor, don't let anyone in," Elijah ordered sharply, his voice laced with urgency. He could feel his wolf stirring inside him. howling with anger and frustration. The sight of Fiona like this, so helpless, ignited a fury within him that he struggled to contam.

His hands trembled slightly as he checked her pulse, relief washing over him when he found it steady. But questions swirled in his mind. Who had done this? Why? His jaw clenched as he fought to keep his emotions in check.

Elijah's eyes darkened. He knew this was no accident. Luckily, his wolf had been very aware. It immediately sensed Fiona's distress and urged him to come. Someone had targeted Fiona, and the thought made his blood boil. He would find out who was responsible, and they would pay dearly for this. But first, he had to ensure Fiona's safety. With a deep breath, Elijah gathered her in his arms, his grip firm but gentle. "Sta with me, Fiona," he whispered, his voice barely audible. Then he took her to the bed, laying her down slowly.

However, before he could examine her further, the door opened Alpha Leonard walked in with his daughters and Beta.

"Your Highness." Alpha Leonard frowned as his gaze landed on Fiona in the Prince's arms. "May I know-

"Out!" Elijah hissed, his usually calm gray eyes now darker, almost black. Seeing this, a hint of surprise flashed across Alpha

"Your Highness, you are in-

"Get out!" Elijah said, his voice a mixture of his normal human tone and something that made Alpha Leonard's skin crawl He blinked, looking at Elijah before once again turning his gaze toward Fiona. Then he quickly gestured for the others to leave the room. Elijah watched as Alpha Leonard and the others left, his fury barely contained. Once the door closed behind them, he immediately called for Regor. His mind raced with possibilities, each one more unsettling than the last,

Regor entered quickly, sensing the urgency in Elijah's demeanor. "Your Highness?" he asked, his voice tense.

-Who was guarding the place!" Elijah demanded, his tone sharp.

Regor hesitated for a moment before answering. "Our best men were on watch. They didn't see anything unusual. No one entered or left the premises without our knowledge."

Elijah's jaw tightened. "And the Crimson Howler's Pack-what did you find?"

Regor shifted uncomfortably. "We didn't find anything suspicious. The pack seems.. normal. No unusual activity since we

left."

"Your Highness, do you think this attack was aimed at Fiona? Could she have been the

to believe he was the target-after all, he was the Prince. It was the obvious assumption, the one that would mislead

was Fiona. She was the

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Chapter 18

had lunged, not at him, but at Fiona. The intent was clear, unmistakable. That attack wasn't meant for him. The poison they used on her was different, more potent, and more targeted. The attack on the safe house, on the other hand, felt like a diversion,

go after her when he wasn't even there! It didn't make sense unless she was the intended victim from the start. They had been using him as a distraction, counting on everyone to assume he was

he stood over Fiona, his mind a whirlwind of realizations and regrets. He had never planned to offer her a marriage contract. That decision had come from desperation, a need to find someone who could

outsider, yet deeply connected within the werewolf community. Someone who would do everything that he asked her to do just for him to save her. And most

not the palace. That loyalty made them powerful allies or formidable enemies. Fiona, as a Rosenthal, was the key to understanding and perhaps even

surprised him even more, what he hadn't anticipated-what

pulled at him with a strength he hadn't experienced before. And then there was the most startling revelation of all: his body's reaction to her. He wasn't impotent. The condition that had plagued him, that had driven him to desperation, wasn't real. It was her.

forever.

was that Fiona was more than just a tool, more than just a had become something more, something he hadn't expected and wasn't sure how to handle. -Who would have

grim. "There's a reason why the Rosenthal Family never established themselves outside of the Crimson Howlers pack. Every Rosenthal who tried to leave... died. It's a curse, or at least that's what

eyes widened slightly, but he didn't voice the questions that were clearly swirling in

on the bed, and his anger deepened. He never imagined the Rosenthals would act so quickly, with such ruthlessness, the moment they left the pack. They weren't even afraid of him, a Royal. The audacity of it made his blood boil, but it also made him

again, his thoughts were interrupted by a soft knock on the door. He quickly gestured for Regor to open it. The one who walked in was

Miss Fiona Eliza said, her voice

asking you for a

"I did not mean to disrespect you, Your Highness, but this is just something that I thought of.

ordered. "Do not let anyone near the house for

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