Contract With The Alpha King by Brey Mitchylle

Chapter 122

"Slowly." Fiona moaned. "I mean, that part. Yes. A little lower."

Eliah's hands pressed firmly against Fiona's back, kneading the tension that had built from clays of lying in bed.

He worked methodically, but Fiona's exaggerated groans of satisfaction filled the small room. Since everyone has

left, Fiona finally decided to stop the pretense and wake up. Obciously, the first thing that she ask was for him to

give her a massage. "Yes right there. A litle lower," she said, her words drawn mit as she shifted slightly to guide

his hands.

s much-

Elijah paused for a moment, raising an eyebrow "You do realize you're a werewolf, right? Your muscles shouldn't

even ache this

She turned her head just enough to glance at him, a playful grin tugging at her lips. "Says the prince who's never

been stuck in bed for days. I' delicate, Your Highness. Treatlike the treasure Lam

I'm

He rolled his eyes, but a small smark nigged at his lips as he continued. His hands moved lower down her back,

eliciting another groan that made his ears twitch

"Fiona," he said, pressing a particularly tense spot. "You sound like we're doing something very inappropriate

right no

She chuckled, ber shoulders shaking slightly beneath his hands, "What I'm just appreciating your effort. Don't

stop, though. You're better at this than | expected: Maybe you missed your calling."

Elijah sighed, shaking his head as he moved to her lower back, where she winced slightly. "You really are acting

like a pampered princess."

She reached up to swat at his arm lazily. "I deserve it. I've been poisoned, and nearly died, and now my back

feels like it's been used as a punching bag. If that doesn't call for royal treatment, | don't know what does"

"You're insufferable," Elijah muttered, though the faint smile on his face betrayed his amusement. "Anything

else. Your Highness?"

"My legs Fiona said instantly, flipping onto her side with a tic flourish. They feel like logs. Fix it."

Elijah stared at her for a moment, his hands still, "Log?"

"Yes, heavy, useless, ungraceful logs," she said, patting her thigh. "Start here. And don't skimp on effort. You've

set the bar high

He let out a low laugh and sat at the edge of the bed, lifting one of her legs slightly to begin massaging her calf.

She immediately melted into the mattress, letting out another drawn-out groan that made him shake his head in

disbelief. "This is ridiculous," he said, though his hands continued their work.

You!

love it," Fiona replied, not bothering to open her eyes. "You're the only one I'd trust to do this."

"That's because no one else would put up with you," he shot back, smirking as he worked his way down to her

foot.

She cracked one eye open, lier grin widening.

That's why you're the lucky one."

Elijah laughed. Which surprised Fiona. Since they decided to get married, this was the first tthat he gave her

such a genuine sound that made Fiona's grin soften into something warmer. For all their teasing and banter, the

moment felt easy-comfortable, even. As his hands continued to ease the tension in her legs, Fiona sighed

contentedly, sinking deeper into the bed. "Perfect," she murmured. "You've earned your keep, Elijala. | might just

keep you around"

Elijah ditri't say anything at first. Instead, he smirked and shifted, moving closer to Fiona until, with a quick

motion, he pushed himself up and unto the bed, Lunding on top of her. Fiona yelped in surprise, her eyes

snapping open as she stares at him. "ilgah!" she said, half-laughing as she wriggled beneath him. "What are you

doing?"

He braced himself on his elbows, his face hovering inches above hers. His weight didn't press down on her, but

his proximity made her cheeks flush. "I don't recall applying for this job," he said, his eyes locked on hien

Fiona a expression shifted, the corners of her mouth lifting into a smirk. She arched an eyebrow, meeting his

gaze without hesitation. "Too late," she

sud "You're lured. Nu take-hacks"

Elijah chuckled, his breath warm against her skin. "What shall | do with your

"You could start by kissing me, Fiona said, "After all

Before she could complete her words, he leaned in and kissed her. His lips brushed against hers softly at first,

testing her reaction. Fiona didn't

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her hands sliding vip to wrap arvanud his neck, pailling hins closer. She kived him back, her i

mits slow but sleliberate, sivoring the

tah shifted slightly to deepen the kiss his hand slipping to cradle the side of her face. Fiona's fingers tangled in

his hair, her nails grazing the bock of his neck, as their kisses grew more urgent. The weight of the past days the

tension, the danger-melted away in that moment.

When they finally booke apart, their toveheads rested together, their beraths mingling as they stayed close.

Fiona's smirk returned as the ran her thumb along the edge of his jaw. "See"Hold you you've stuck with me!

Elijahs semiled, his hand brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. "You're impossible," he said, though his

expression held nothing but warmth.

"And yet." Fiona said. "Here you are. At my beck and callTM

He laughed, leaning down to kiss her forehead before finally rolling off of her and lying beside her. "You'll never

letlive this down, will you?"

"Never." Fiona said with a grm, turning to face him as she propped herself up on one elbow, "Get used to it,

Prince Elijah."

He reached out, pulling her close so that her head rested on his chest, "Oh, I'm used to it," he said, his arm

wrapping securely around her. "Tm just wondering how more ridiculous you're going to get "More," she said

condently. "A lot more.

Elpah chuckled, his fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on her arm. "Good thing I'm not going anywhere.

Fiona closed her eyes, letting the steady rhythm of his heartbeat lull her into a rare moment of peace. She

smiled as she let his warmth surround

"You didn't have to do it again." Elijah said. "I don't like you putting yourself in danger."

"lI am not putting myself in danger," she argued. "I had it under control."

"Did you!"

This time, Fiona didn't say another word.

Sadly, the moment of peace was interrupted by a slow knock on the door.

"Your Highness." It was Regor's voier

Elijah froword. "Cin, Kegor, and close the door behind you."

Regor complied. He walked inside the room, making sure that the door was locked behind him. Then he bowed to

Fiona and Elijah. "I have news," "Speak" Elijah ordered as he sat on the bed. "Lord Rosenthal decided to stay in

the kingdom," Regor said. "And it seems he

se plans to stay close to Lady Fiona until she recovers."

Elijah's eyes narrowed. He then looked at Fiona. "He is up to something" And he doesn't like where this is going.

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