Contract With The Alpha King by Brey Mitchylle

Chapter 63

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"Would you mind smiling just a little bit?" Zach whispered as he handed Elise a glass of champagne. He gritted his teeth as he added, "I know you don't wanna be here. But can you at least think about your father?" He leaned back and gave her a sweet smile. "I'm sure he

would be happy to see you dance with me."

Elise looked toward the dance floor. So far, the Royals hadn't arrived, but many of the Alphas and their Lunas were already enjoying the banquet. The grand hall was impressive, with towering columns lining the walls and chandeliers casting a soft, golden glow over the room. Long tables were set with extravagant dishes, and servers moved gracefully between the guests, offering trays of drinks. The guests, dressed in their finest attire, mingled, laughed, and danced, filling the room with a hum of conversation and clinking glasses. It was a scene of elegance and power, one that Elise was all too familiar with.

She hesitated, her gaze drifting over the crowd. She had been sitting alone for most of the night, sipping her champagne and trying to avoid Zach and everyone else. But Zach was right about one thing-her father wouldn't want the others to think that the next clan leader of the Rosenthal family was a hated interacting with other werewolves. She couldn't afford to appear weak or uninterested.

Reluctantly, Elise nodded. "Fine," she muttered, setting her glass down. "One dance."

Zach's smile widened, and he offered his hand again. This time, Elise took it, rising from her seat with a sigh. She straightened her posture, reminding herself that this was about more than just Zach. It was about showing strength, about keeping up appearances for her family.

As they stepped onto the dance floor, Elise plastered on the best smile she could manage.

suddenly said just as they started moving. "They are wondering about the next leader of the strongest clan

tones of those who were trying-and failing-to keep their curiosity discreet. What bothered her more than the words, though, were the eyes

try to take advantage of her gifts. Her father had drilled that into her, warning her about

in a smooth turn, his hand firm at her waist, guiding her with practiced ease. The music played on, the soft melody almost calming if it weren't for the tension swirling inside

decision after all," Zach said, his voice low but smug.

if her worth was tied to how

the entrance just as a deep roll of drums followed. The entire room seemed to freeze

rang out, crisp and clear. "Presenting the Royal family of the Voss

in waves of shimmering silver, her dark hair styled high atop her head. She moved with grace, her head held high as she glided into the room. Beside her, Prince Marius Voss, dressed in deep

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of their royal

her place her eyes sparkling under