Contract With The Alpha King by Brey Mitchylle

Chapter 33

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Fiona blinked, her heart racing as she looked up and realized who she had collided with. The Alpha King-King Nicholas himself-stood before her, his imposing figure casting a shadow over her. She swallowed hard, unsure whether to apologize or retreat.

"Are you alright?" King Nicholas asked, his tone surprisingly soft for someone of his stature.

Fiona quickly nodded, still feeling the sting of her fall, but her pride was bruised far more than her body. Before she could say anything, the King extended his hand toward her, an unexpected gesture of kindness. Hesitating for only a second, she placed her hand in his and allowed him to pull her up.

"I suppose you're lost," the King observed, his sharp eyes glancing around the maze with familiarity.

Fiona let out a frustrated sigh and nodded. "Yes, I'm afraid so. I've been walking in circles for what feels like hours."

King Nicholas shook his head lightly, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "This isn't the best place to get lost. The palace gardens are notorious for trapping people."

"Clearly," Fiona muttered, half in annoyance, half in self-deprecation.

The King's eyes flicked toward her, studying her for a moment. "Why don't we take a break? Join me for tea.

Fiona opened her mouth to respond, but before she could, her stomach growled audibly, making her wince in

embarrassment. King Nicholas raised an eyebrow, and then, unexpectedly, he chuckled.

"Has Elijah not been feeding you properly?" he asked, a glimmer of amusement in his voice. Seeing his reaction, Fiona was immediately reminded of how Elijah lifted his eyebrow. They were too similar!

laugh. "I've

follow. "Dinner will be much more

that he had invited her to dine with him. Part of her wanted to refuse, to find her own way out of the maze and

or a danger. She thought of Elijah -what would he think of her having dinner with his father? Would Carissa use this against her somehow? Fiona considered all these possibilities, weighing the pros

and curiosity won out. Fiona knew she could always handle herself in the

King and smiled. "Dinner sounds

as they walked. His gaze lingered on the

like your first day at the infirmary?" King Nicholas asked,

unexpected conversation. "It was fine," she replied carefully. "I- I never. expected

the palace from unwanted visitors," he explained. His voice was steady, almost proud,

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him, her curiosity piqued. "I didn't realize the training was so intense," she admitted. "Many of

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Werewolf resilience is unmatched." His eyes shifted toward her, an

"It was... challenging, but

"Good. You'll find that the palace has a way of testing people, even those who aren't soldiers." He paused, glancing around the now quieter garden as they approached

shouldn't be speaking so casually with the Alpha King. "I mean-thank you, Your Highness, for giving

for a few minutes, the only sound being the gravel crunching under their feet. Fiona's thoughts raced, but she kept them to herself as they wound their way deeper into the maze. Finally, they reached an open

was a small seating area with a handful of elegant chairs. Roses bloomed behind each seat, adding a splash of color to the otherwise green and gray landscape. In front of the statue was a table, already set

here alone," he said. His voice was calm, almost nonchalant. "But since you're

possibly-" she began, but the King