Chapter 92: 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 mo