The Alpha King's Mistress Chapter 87: The Alpha King's Mistress

**Florence’s POV**

I sat on the edge of the bed, nursing a glass of water after swallowing the bitter medicine. It looks like me playing in the rain last night was not a good choice. The fever left me fatigued and achy, providing a convenient excuse to avoid the castle and the impending council meeting, an event I had been dreading.

The muffled sounds of arriving vehicles outside signaled the presence of the werewolf council. The thought of facing them, especially in my weakened state, made my stomach churn.

My head was throbbing slightly, but the real battle was against the weariness that seemed to seep into every inch of my body. The medicine was supposed to help, but its effects were slow to manifest. I closed my eyes, attempting to shut out the world beyond my room.

“Dammit,” I grumbled.

I tried to rest my eyes, but today seemed to be particularly unlucky as a loud noise disrupted my reprieve.

“FLORENCE! FLORENCE! PLEASE OPEN THE DOOR!”

With a slow, almost reluctant movement, I opened my eyes.

“Is that Isaac?” I whispered, frowning. “What is he doing here?”

I weakly made my way to the door, my body still protesting. Gripping the doorknob, I twisted it open, revealing Isaac dressed in a sharp suit. His gaze indicated an immediate understanding of my rough day.

“Hey,” I weakly greeted, leaning on the door frame to steady my dizzy state, “What are you doing here?”

Concern briefly etched his face, but it vanished in an instant, as if he had just made a decisive decision. The sudden shift made me uneasy.

“I need you to come with me to the estate. The council wants to meet the mistress of the Alpha."

Shocked and dread washed over me, momentarily forgetting about my fever. Adrenaline can do that to a person.

“What? Are you serious?!”

He nodded, “Yes. I'm sorry, but you really need to come with me.”

I scoffed, "Now? I'm not exactly in the best shape to face the council."

"Florence, you really need to be there. The alpha is counting on you."

"Isaac, I can't. I'm in no condition to face the council. They'll understand," I weakly replied, hoping to find a way out of the situation.

I was about to shut the door when his next words made me stop.

"The alpha needs your help. Samantha barged into the meeting, and the council started questioning his leadership," Isaac explained urgently.

I shook my head weakly, feeling the weight of fatigue. "What can I help him with? Nothing. So, just leave me alone. I am not coming with you.”

To my surprise, Isaac knelt in front of me, a gesture that left me speechless. "Please, Florence. The alpha needs you now more than ever. The council tried to intimidate one of his mistresses once, and since then, they've used it to question his choices.”

“That’s a lame reason.”

“I know. But we need you right now. Since you are…” he stared at me, still kneeling, “Since you are our rightful Luna, the council’s presence should not affect you, no matter how intimidating and powerful they are.”

A conflicted sigh escaped me. The mate bond tugged at my heart, urging me to go to Nicholas. Yet, the spy in me recognized the risks. Keith's sharp senses would undoubtedly recognize my voice. He would identify me in an instant the moment he heard me speak, and it would be over for me.

If I go to him right now, it means I'm revealing my whereabouts... yet my heart still wants to go to him.

‘Nasya,’ I called my wolf.

I knew the mate bond was also responding to my wolf, and I needed my wolf to also decide for us.

‘I want to help him, to show he's an exceptional leader and to avenge his poor mistress. We shouldn't be scared of being found, Florence. We're in our mate’s land, pack, territory. He can't hurt us anymore.’

After a moment of inner struggle, I made a silent decision.

"Alright, Isaac. I'll go, but on one condition," I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

Isaac, still on his knees, looked up at me, relief dancing in his eyes. "What condition?"

“First, get up. It wouldn't look good to see your pants are dirty.”

He nodded and got up, patting the dirt away from his pants before facing me.

“My condition is... make me the Luna of the pack. Ensure my place beside Nicholas," I continued.

Isaac's initial shock was replaced by contemplation. After a moment, he nodded. Guess I was badly needed there.

"Deal," he said.

"Then... wait for five minutes,"

The motivation to go there overrode the fatigue from my fever. Ignoring my aching body, I shut the door and went to my bedroom. I quickly grabbed the red, short dress from my closet, pairing it with matching heels. A quick sweep of lipstick and mascara was all I could manage. I ran a comb through my hair, letting it fall into natural waves.

Taking a deep breath, I stared at myself in the mirror and whispered, "Game on."

The reflection that stared back at me wasn't just a woman getting ready for a damn meeting; it was someone who was spying and disguising her whole life.

Stepping out, Isaac's surprise was evident on his face. I shot him a smirk and headed straight for his car. “C’mon. We should not let them wait longer, no matter how much I want to be fashionably late on occasion.”

"Will you be okay?" he asked, genuine concern in his eyes.

"I took some medicine, and I should do my part in the deal, right?"

He stared at me for a moment as if to say something but ended up nodding and hopping into his car, initiating a speedy drive to the estate.

As we arrived, the line of warriors and guards caught my attention. This was no ordinary council meeting; it had an air of seriousness. Alone with Isaac, I leaned in and whispered, "Who should I look out for?"

"Keith Caldwell and Agares. They're the foes. They are both sitting ten seats away from Nicholas’s seat and are across from each other."

So I am right. Nicholas had suspicions about Keith.

“Noted,” I replied.

Soon after, we reached the castle, maybe not even ten minutes from how fast Isaac was going. If we were on a road, a police car might be on our tail now with a loud siren blaring. I hopped out as soon as the car stopped, not waiting for him to open my car door. The guards outside all looked at us. They bowed upon seeing Isaac, and I even noticed their fleeting glances my way. I just gave them a small smile.

Approaching the meeting hall, my heart raced. It seemed like the moment had arrived to face Keith and play the games my wolf was ready for. And Nasya was just hovering at the edge of my consciousness, waiting for the right moment to take control.

Seeing the double door guarded by two men in black suits, I knew that was the meeting hall. I could practically feel the thick air of power inside. Well, it makes sense since most of the people inside were alphas.

The watchful eyes of the warriors bore into us. A deep breath steadied my nerves just before we entered when Isaac suddenly grabbed my wrist.

He shot me a concerned look. I gave him a confident wink, accompanied by a reassuring pat on his chest. I gestured the way, urging him to lead. With a deep sigh, he turned around, and as the warriors opened the door, I knew I sealed my fate.

Isaac took the lead, entering first and bowing. From the doorway, I heard him announce my presence, “Florence is here, Alpha Nicholas.”

Nicholas's cold voice sent shivers down my spine. Woah, his voice was sharp and dark.

“She may enter.”

Isaac looked at me and gave me a nod. With a sweet smile, I stepped into the meeting hall. My eyes sought out Nicholas, registering a hint of concern on his face. A quick scan of the room passed over the council members until it locked onto the 10th seat from Nicholas where a middle-aged man with neatly combed salt-and-pepper hair was seated. He had a prominent scar, etched into his weathered skin.

And he was none other than Keith Caldwell. There’s no way I would forget that scar.

His warm smile might fool many, appearing friendly and inviting, yet the eyes, deep-set and filled with a chilling intensity, betray a different story. There's cunning and ambition glinting in those eyes.

Across from him was an ugly, old man with a twisted appearance that matched his twisted personality—Mr. Agares. I knew every member of the council. His face was deeply lined, skin sallow and weathered, and he had a hunched posture. A thin, unkempt beard clung to his chin, and his thin lips often curled into a sneer. Dressed in worn-out, drab clothing, Agares didn't command respect through his appearance nor an alpha aura. I noticed how his eyes went to my body, and if I ever had the chance to kill him, I would remove his eyeballs from his head.

‘Fcking pervert. I would tear him apart!’ Nasya growled inside my head.

I forced my gaze away from him, hearing gasps and admiration rippling through the room as I made my entrance. My eyes caught Samantha looking annoyed for some unknown reason. I shifted my attention to Layla, who was just behind Nicholas. She smiled at me while Clifford gave me a supporting nod.

I turned my attention to the council, flashing them a confident smile and offering a polite bow.

“It's an honor to finally meet the esteemed members of the Werewolf Council. My name is Florence,” my gaze landed on Nicholas, “The Alpha King’s mistress.”