Contract With The Alpha King by Brey Mitchylle

Chapter 87

Fiona opened her eyes, momentarily disoriented by the soft morning light filtering through the window. She reached for the clock on the bedside table, her eyes widening slightly as she saw it was already seven in the morning. Sitting up, she took a deep breath, pushing the lingering exhaustion aside. Today, she needed to finish her rounds and prepare for the next camp. No more collapsing from fatigue-she'd pace herself this time.

She quickly dressed and smoothed her tunic before heading for the door. But as she opened it, she stopped short, staring at the sight in front of her. Piles of neatly arranged baskets filled with fruits, vegetables, and assorted wrapped gifts cluttered the hallway outside her room. Some were simple offerings of freshly harvested produce, while others were lavishly wrapped parcels, their contents unknown. The scene was both overwhelming and confusing, and she took a hesitant step forward, scanning for any sign of explanation. A few steps away, she spotted Regor taking careful notes on a parchment, his gaze shifting between the gifts and his list. She approached him, still staring at the array of offerings. "Regor," she said, gesturing toward the assortment. "What. what is all of this?" Regor looked up his expression neutral as he straightened "These are gifts, Lady Fiona, Some are from the council members; the rest are from the villagers" He gestured to a small mountain of vegetables and fruits nearby. "Tokens of gratitude from the families you've examined"

Fiona looked at the gifts. This was completely unexpected.

"His Highness has prepared the carriages for the next camp. Breakfast will be at the carriage to save time," Regor added.

From was instantly speechless.

She stepped outside, her gaze scanning the morning scene until it landed on Elijah, who was in conversation with someone unexpectedly familiar -Lady Carissa. Fiona's eyes narrowed briefly in surprise, but she kept her expression calm as she approached. Lady Carissa's head turned, and her face lit up with a warm, almost too-perfect smile.

"Lady Fiona Carissa greeted, inclining her head politely. "My healers and I are here to lend you a hand. We've brought supplies and distributed some food at the makeshift infirmary" She gestured toward a nearby group of healers unloading crates of provisions. Standing nearby, Rio gave Fiona a brief nod, his gaze unreailable.

Fiona forced a polite smile, nodding in response. "That's generous of you, Lady Carissa," she said, keeping her tone steady. "We could use more supplies at the other camps as well. We're particularly low on food and some basic medical herbs Anything additional you can bring would be appreciated"

"Of course, Lady Fiona. Il make sure my servants arrange for more provisions." She

Without waiting for a response, Fiona instructed a nearby healer to ask Lady Carissa for anything if they needed it, as Lady Carissa had promised to help. A flicker of something unrecognizable appeared

having any flairs or announcements, Fiona just started examining the rest of the people. Not long after, Fiona got up and bid everyone goodbye. The process was seamless and quirk. She sent those who had poison to Kanana and then

board the carriage wailing nearby. Fiona smiled. "I already

added. "We will go to the next camp. As much as I wanted to stay and talk, we have more pressing marters to attend to. Please forgive my actions" "There is no need to worry, Lady Fiona, I will take care of the rest here. Have

only extending his hand to open the carriage door for her. She stepped inside, feeling his presence close behind as he followed

with curiosity. "What exactly is

to help. let her help, Fiona said. She knew exactly what Lady Canwar's metention was. However, she wasn't going to let them win. "Besides, we need as many people as we possibily can." If her hunch was riglit, this plan had been going ondor a long time Perhaps at first, it has nothing to do with her. Perhaps this just started as something the Lycans dul in consure they laid influence over the werewolves. It was akin to a bomb ticking, set

werewolves triggered them

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Chapter 87

started moving. Meanwhile, Carissa couldn't help but bite her lower lip as

gaze stayed fixed on the carriage carrying Fiona and Elijah, her lips pressed tightly together as it rolled slowly out of sight. Next to her, Rio observed her expression

them?" he asked, keeping his