Contract With The Alpha King by Brey Mitchylle

Chapter 99

into the shadows

Soon enough, they reached a narrow path leading toward the forest. The woman motioned for Fiona to keep moving, the blade hidden beneath her cloak. The trees loomed ahead, their dense foliage offering both cover and danger. Fiona's heart pounded as they stepped "Keep going," the woman ordered, her voice low. "No tricks

As they moved further from the village. Fiona suddenly stumbled, her hand brushing against a low-hanging branch. She stopped briefly, feigning a struggle to regain her balance.

"What are you doing?" the woman snapped, stepping closer.

"Etripped," Fiona said, her voice even, though her hand had already left a subile mark on the branch-a small ribbon from her sleeve, tied in quick knot. It was barely noticeable but enough for Elijah, if he followed, to recognize it as a sign. "Move" the woman barked, jabising Fiona lightly in the back with the blade.

Fiona complied her mind calculating every steps. She needed to bide her time until she found an opening to fight back. However, just as she thought this couldn't get any more complicated, a loual hund suddenly interrupted her thoughts.

She frowned, her senses immediately on alert

"Ignore that!" the woman hissed

"Rogues!" Fiona uttered.

"I said-ignore-"

Another loud howl interrupted the woman.

fucking pigs!" the woman

through the forest, closer now. Fiona's senses sharpened, her eyes scanning the trees. She caught a fairi whiff of sulfur mixed with the unmistakable stench of unwashed bodies and decay. Her stomach twisted-rogues. The

primal, didn't stop. They surged toward the village, snarling and growling as they disappeared into the underbrush. Fiona tensed, her pulse quickening as she realized the village was under attack-on broad daylight Clearly, this was nothing but a distraction so they could take her

stupid. Were they planning to have those rogues killed

curse, tightening her grip on

the dappled light. His tattoos were dark, jagged symbols that snaked across his

and a slow, menacing smile spread across his face, revealing sharp, wolf-like fangs. He wasn't a vampire-she could sense that much-but a rogue, one who carried himself with dangerous confidence. "Why are you here?" the woman demanded, her tone sharp and wary. She stepped partially

the sound low and guttural. "Romero doesn't trust you, Arlen," he said, his voice dripping g with mockery. "He sent me

Romero wanted her, and now she was in the middle of his carefully

your interference.

woman who had taken her hostage, stiffened. "Escort us back?" she repeated, her eyes narrowing

mean holding a blade to someone's throat and loping

him. "What are you

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slightly closer, his eyes never leaving Fiona. "Romero didn't mention that.

snapped, stepping between Fiona and

and forms. We need to

gare lived on the rogue before her. There was an immistakable aura of danger about him, a foul stench of

Arlen

don't think for a second that I'm here to take orders from you, Arlen Romero sent me to make sure she gets to him in one piece. If you

asked as she tried to push the man away. "You