Contract With The Alpha King by Brey Mitchylle

Chapter 107

Inside the tent, Carissa paced back and forth, her hands trembling as she gestured toward Elijah. "Your Highness,

please, listen to reason Charging after the rogues like this-it's reckless! We don't even know for certain if Lady

Fiona is involved or where she is. The rogue we found was likely poisoned before entering our territory. It could

be anything-a ploy, a mistake. This is not the answer!"

Elijah sat calmly at the center table, his focus entirely on the blade he was meticulously cleaning. The blood that

had stained it earlier was now gone, replaced by a mirror-like shine as he moved the cloth over its surface. He

didn't so much as glance at Carissa. Her voice rose as she stepped closer to him. "Do you even hear me? This is

madnesst Lady Fiona would never-"

ed? He taken! Or perhaps leave us to pick up the pieces while

"She would never what?" Elijah cut in without looking up, his voice cold. "Get

Get involved! the rogues run unchecked?".

Carisa fallered "I didn't say that," she stammered. "Thit-

"She'll be found" Elrah said flatly, returning his attention to his sword. "And this ends tonight"

stepped forward, placing a hand on Carissa's shoulder. "Elijah, we're not questioning your decision to act, but

we should proceed carefully. That rogue we found is still alive, clinging to life. Perhaps we need to interrogate

him before acting. This could be the intention of the Rogue King himself. If this is a trap-

"Then we'll spring it," Elijah interrupted, sliding the blade into its sheath with a decisive motion. "I don't care for

speculation Action is what will bring results.

Before either envoy could respond. Regor entered the tent, his expression resolute. He nodded once. "We're

ready."

Carissa rushed to Regor, grabbing his arm. "Regor, please, you've fought by his side for years. Talk sense into

him! This is not the way to End Lady Fiona. It's reckless, and it puts everyone at risk."

Regor's gaze flicked to Elijah, who was already standing. A faint shake of Regor's head was all the response he

gave Carissa. He knew Elijah too well-once his mind was set, there was no turning him back. It was the same

stubborn determination that had led him to marry Fiona, despite her previous marriage and even his own

mother's disapproval. None of them could dissuade him then.

Who could possibly stand in the way of a man so fiercely driven to find the woman he loved!

Seeing this, Carista turned back to Elijah, desperation etched into her features. She fell to her knees, clasping

her hands together. "Your Highness, | beg you" she said, tears streaming down her face. This is not the way. You

are a leader, not a weapon. Think of the villagers, your people. If you fill into a trap, who will protect them? Who

will find Fional

Elijah paused for a brief moment, his hand resting on the tent's flap. His eyes remained forward, his expression

unreadable. Then, without a word. he stepped outside, the heavy fabric of the tent swinging closed behind him.

The sudden brightness of the night hit him first, followed by the murmur of voices. As his eyes adjusted, he saw

them-the villagers. Dozens of them stood gathered outside the tent, their faces illuminated by the soft glow of

lanterns. Their eyes held a mixture of worry and hope, their expressions filled with silent prayers.

Elijah took a step forward, and the murmurs quieted. Before he could speak. Aken stepped out from the crowd,

his frhunched slightly as he clutched a staff for support. He was one of the villagers who were injured during

the first attack, but that hadn't stopped him from coming here. "Long live His Highness the Prince! Aken

declared, his voice carrying through the still night.

The villagers immediately echoed his words, their voices rising in unison. "Long live His Highness the Prince!

Long live the Prince!"

Elijah blinked, momentarily caught off guard by the sudden chant. The villagers moved closer, their voices

growing louder with every repetition. Sclapped, others bowed their heads, and many clasped their hands

together as if in prayer.

Aken stepped forward again, his gaze meeting Elijah's. "Thank you, Your Highness, for protecting us. For fighting

for us. We know you will find Lady Fion. You've already done so much"

"You saved us from the rogues! You're our only hope! A woman in the crowd called out, her hands clasped over

her heart.

Another voice chimed in. "Bring her back to us, Your Highness! We believe in you!"

The crowd surged with emotion, their cheers mixing with words of gratitude and encouragement. Sheld

lanterns higher, their lights swaying as they waved them in support,

Elijah's grip on his sword tightened briefly, his gaze sweeping over the villagers. He then raised his free hand,

motioning for silence. Slowly, the voices quieted, and the villagers stood waiting their eyes locked on him

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"I will find her," Elijah said.

Soon enough, Elijah led a group of ten werewolves out of the village. Their footsteps were almost silent on the

forest floor, their senses heightened and their weapons ready. Each member of the group was handpicked for

their skill and loyalty, and none questioned Elijah's decision to lead the search himself.

The forest stretched endlessly around them, its shadows alive with the faint rustle of leaves and the distant calls

of nocturnal creatures. Elijah's eyes. scanned the darkness ahead, his every step purposeful. He was focused on

one goal: finding Fiona.

They reached the area where the poisoned rogue had been discovered earlier. The ground still bore faint signs of

the struggle-a smear of blood. here, disturbed earth there. Elijah slowed, his sharp gaze taking in every detail.

He knelt briefly, his fingers brushing against the dirt. His nose twitched as he caught a faint, familiar scent. His

jaw tightened as his eyes narrowed

Then he saw it a small piece of fabric, barely visible against the underbrush. It was torn and dirtied, but

unmistakable. Fiona's scent clung to it like a whisper. Faint, but it was there. Elijah stood abruptly, the fabric

clenched tightly in his hand.

A growl rumbled deep in his chest, his anger simmering just below the surface. His wolf surged within him,

begging to be unleashed. His breaths grew heavier, the urge to transform nearly overwhelming. But he forced

himself to stay in control.

"She was here," he said, his voice carrying authority. He turned to face the others, his eyes glowing faintly in the

dark. "Not long ago."

One of the werewolves, a younger scout, raised his hand slightly, his head tilting as he sniffed the air. "Your

Highness, over here! I've found something.

Elijah's head snapped toward the scout, his movements swift as he strode in that direction. The scent hit him

before he even reached the

e spot. It was faint but sharp, metallic, and foul Blood,

Fiona's blood.

His expression darkened as he pushed past the scout, his heart pounding in his chest. He broke into a run, the

others following closely behind. The scent grew stronger, leading him through the dense trees and down a

narrow, rocky path. His instincts guided him, the trail ending at the edge of a

lavinc

Elijah stopped abruptly, his eyes scanning the deep crevasse below. His breath caught when he saw her.

Fiona lay at the bottom of the ravine, her body limp against the jagged rocks. Her clothes were torn, dirt and

blood staining the fabric. From this distance, he couldn't tell how severe her injuries were, but she wasn't

moving. For a moment, everything around him faded-the trees, the night, even the presence of his men. All he

could see was her.

"Your Highness?" Regor's voice broke through the haze, his tone edged with concern

Without answering, Elijah leaped down into the ravine. His powerful legs absorbed the impact as he landed near

her, the sound of rocks scattering under his boots. He dropped to his knees beside Fiona, his hands hovering

over her as his eyes swept over her injuries. She was breathing, but it was shallow, her chest rising and falling

unevenly.

Her left arm was twisted at an unnatural angle, and her leg bore a deep gash that oozed blood. There were

scratches and bruises across her face and arms, and her skin was pale under the faint moonlight.

Elijah's hands finally made contact, his fingers brushing against her cheek. "Fiona," he said, his voice low but

commanding. "Open your eyes."

She didn't respond. His wolf clawed at his mind, urging him to shift, to carry her away in a form stronger and

faster than his human body could manage. But he couldn't risk jostling her injuries further. Instead, he carefully

slid his arms beneath her, lifting her off the rocks with the utmost

care.

By the the reached the top of the ravine, Regor and the others were already waiting, their faces etched with

worry. Regor stepped forward, his eyes scanning Fiona's limp form. "She's alive?" "Barely. Elijah said sharply. "We

need to move. Now"

One of the werewolves handed him a cloak, which he wrapped around Fiona to shield her from the cold. Her

head rested against his chest, her breathing faint..

SEND GIFT