Contract With The Alpha King by Brey Mitchylle

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Fiona stood in front of the mirror, staring at her reflection. She wore a simple white dress that fell just below her knees, the soft fabric flowing lightly around her. It wasn't extravagant, but it was perfect. The dress hugged her figure in a way that felt both comfortable and elegant, with delicate straps resting on her shoulders and a modest neckline that gave her a graceful appearance. Her hair was loosely curled, and she had chosen to keep her makeup minimal-just enough to bring out her natural features. She felt like herself, nothing more, nothing less.

Behind her, she could see Elijah leaning against the doorframe, his eyes fixed on her. His gaze was steady, almost unreadable, but there was something undeniably warm about it. She caught his reflection in the mirror and turned slightly to face him. "Why did you want the wedding today?" Fiona asked, her voice calm but curious. She wasn't expecting him to choose such a sudden day for their ceremony, especially with everything happening around them.

Elijah straightened, his hands sliding into the pockets of his simple white suit. His suit matched hers in simplicity, though it emphasized his broad shoulders and lean build. His dark hair was a little unruly, as if he had run his hands through it a few too many times, but it only made him look more handsome. His gray eyes stood out even more against the crisp whiteness of his suit, and for a moment, Fiona found herself captivated by the way he looked-so composed yet still carrying that familiar intensity.

"I thought you didn't care for an extravagant wedding," Elijah replied, his tone light. "Though you deserve one." He pushed off the door and took a few steps toward her, his eyes never leaving hers.

Fiona smiled softly and shook her head. "I don't," she said. "I've never cared about all the fuss. But you're a prince. You should have a proper ceremony, at least."

Elijah stopped just in front of her, his hand reaching out to touch the side of her face. "I can't wait anymore," he said, his voice quieter now. "Besides, I wanted to keep this moment forever-just the two of us, without anything else to worry about."

of it.

Fiona looked up at him, her eyes searching his. She could see the sincerity in his words, the way he meant every part "He didn't want the distractions of a grand event or the pressure of his royal responsibilities. He wanted this-her, him, and/ nothing else for just a moment in time. She nodded, understanding him without needing to say anything more.

him in his simple white suit, Fiona realized just how right this felt. Elijah wasn't dressed like a prince today and she wasn't dressed like a bride expected to marry royalty. They were just themselves, two people who had been

she said, her voice steady. "Let's do

him, but he didn't move. Then she asked,

Fiona approached him. She noticed the brief hesitation in his eyes, and before she could ask again, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, intricately crafted

quietly, stepping closer. "She wore it on her wedding

her breath catching at the gesture. She didn't know what to say, but the warmth in Elijah's eyes told her this was more than just a tradition. It was a symbol of something deeper, something that

collarbone, but it didn't

lingering on her for a moment before he held out his

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and walked toward the fountain outside his palace. The air was crisp, the soft sounds of nature filling the quiet space between them. When they arrived, the King was already there, waiting near the fountain.

was simple, and it

her as they stopped in front of the King. "Tonight is a full moon," he said, his voice calm but filled

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King nodded in acknowledgment. He then looked at Fiona, his eyes sharp but not unkind. "Fiona, are you sure you will marry my son?" His tone was serious, but there was a flicker of humor in his eyes. "There is still a bit of time. You can run

always, the King really loved to joke around. "Yes," she replied with a smile. "I will,

dramatic and possessive, but he would never hurt you. I can assure you that," the

Your Majesty," Fiona

with a small nod, he stepped forward to begin the