Contract With The Alpha King by Brey Mitchylle

Chapter 55

"So...." Councilman Lacson lifted an eyebrow. "You are telling me that you left your pack after Prince Elijah voided your marriage to your ex-husband or mate, and then you agreed to come to the palace and work in the infirmary?"

Fiona felt her anger bubble over, but she pushed it down, keeping her expression neutral. She had been standing there for what felt like forever, answering the same questions again and again. "Yes," she replied, her voice steady but with a growing edge. "I voided my marriage to come with Prince Elijah."

The councilman's eyes flickered, and for a moment, Fiona thought she saw satisfaction in his gaze. They weren't just interested in her. They were fishing for something else-something more dangerous. They wanted to implicate Elijah.

"You voided your marriage willingly?" another councilman asked, this time a younger man seated farther down the row. He looked at her as though he could see through her. "So it was of your own volition?"

"Yes," Fiona said again, her patience thinning. "It was my decision."

The councilman leaned forward, his eyes narrowing. "Why? What compelled you to leave your pack and follow the Prince? What was in it for you?"

Fiona clenched her fists at her sides, but her voice remained calm. "I came because I believed in Prince Elijah and what he was trying to do. I saw a chance for a better life, one free from the restraints of a broken marriage."

"And you believed that would justify abandoning your pack?" the councilman pressed. "You left your people behind."

Fiona's heart hammered in her chest. She could feel the eyes on her again, but now, the weight was heavier. It wasn't just her future at stake anymore. They were trying to drag Elijah into this, to make her words incriminate him. "I did what I had to do," she said firmly. "For myself and for my future."

The councilman sat back, clearly unsatisfied, but before he could press further, Councilman Lacson spoke again. "It seems awfully convenient, Miss Rosenthal, that you would void your marriage right before an attempt on another Prince's life-a rival prince at that. Wouldn't you say?"

Fiona's stomach tightened. She was growing tired of this game. "No," she replied, her voice sharper this time. "It's not convenient. It's the truth."

"And yet, here you are," Lacson continued. "Someone who had been trained since she was younger in medicine, standing accused of treason, accused of harming a prince who was considered the rival of the very Prince you claim to support. How do you reconcile that?" Fiona lifted her chin, her gaze unwavering. "I didn't harm the Prince. I've only ever sought to help him."

Another murmur ran through the room, but Fiona remained still, refusing to let them see her falter. They could ask their questions a hundred more times, and her answer would stay the same.

As if on cue, another councilman, an older man with a stern face, leaned forward. "And yet, Miss Rosenthal, the evidence places you at the scene. Soldiers saw you near the Prince when the incident occurred. Are you denying that?"

"Yes," Fiona said firmly, without hesitation. "I was only there to heal the injured."

The older man's expression darkened, but he didn't respond immediately. Instead, he exchanged a look with Councilman Lacson, and Fiona realized what was happening. They weren't just looking for answers-they were trying to wear her down. They wanted her to slip, to say something they could twist.

But she wouldn't give them that satisfaction.

The older man turned back to her, his eyes cold. "So you deny any involvement in the Prince's condition?"

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"I deny it," Fiona said, her voice unwavering. "I had nothing to do with what happened."

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Silence fell over the room, and for a moment, Fiona thought they might finally be done. But then, the younger councilman spoke again, his voice slick with mock concern. "You must understand, Miss Rosenthal, how difficult it is for us to believe you. A healer, one who left her pack under questionable circumstances, now stands accused of poisoning a prince. Surely, you can see how that looks."

Fiona's patience was at its limit. She had answered their questions, repeated herself over and over, and still, they pushed. "I see how it looks," she said, her voice sharper now. "But that doesn't make it true."

The councilman raised an eyebrow, but before he could continue, Councilman Lacson spoke. "Enough. We have heard what we needed to hear."

"What do you think my motive is, Councilman?" Fiona's voice cut through the tension, stopping the council members mid- discussion. All eyes shifted back to her as she continued, her gaze unwavering. "Why would I harm someone I don't even know?" She had been trying to calm herself since she arrived in this hall. She had been trying to stop herself from asking them questions. Well....she failed.

"You're not the one asking questions here!" another councilman snapped, his irritation barely concealed.

"Then tell me," Fiona pressed, her voice unnervingly calm. "What is the motive for this crime you're accusing me of? Or is it that you're only seeing what you want to see? Do you simply want to implicate the Prince-force him into defending me-so you can use that as a pretext to create even more problems for him?"

A heavy silence fell over the room.

Murmurs echoed through the chamber, surprise rippling across the council as Fiona's boldness took them off guard. No one expected her to turn the tables, to question them so directly.

"Silence!" Queen Lyanna's voice cut through the growing unrest Her gaze swept across the room, and the council members immediately quieted. The Queen's icy eyes fixed on Fiona, daring her to continue.

Fiona didn't flinch. "Answer me," she said, her voice steady. "What is my motive? What am I gaining from this? Because from where I'm standing, it looks like you're not after justice. You're targeting me to get to Prince Elijah."

the older councilmen, his

through the silence. "Tell me why do

but said nothing, and Fiona pressed on. "It's clear, isn't it? He needed someone he could trust. Someone who wasn't bound by palace politics. Someone with

councilman, one seated closer to the Queen, frowned. That's

because he knew he couldn't rely on the palace healers. This wasn't about treachery-it was about survival. He knew the risks of the Rite of Kings, and he wanted someone who could save his life if

in the air like a storm about to break. The councilmen exchanged nervous glances, and Fiona could see the wheels

question me all you want," Fiona said, her gaze sweeping over the council. "But the truth remains:

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open, and every head in the room turned. There, standing at the entrance, was Prince Elijah. Dressed in all black, his tailored coat hugged his broad shoulders, and his dark pants made his tall frame even more imposing. His hair, casually combed as if he had just rolled out of bed, only added to the effortless confidence he exuded. His piercing gaze swept across the room as he slowly strode forward,

walked with deliberate steps toward Fiona, his eyes steady. "Fiona Rosenthal is someone from the Rosenthal family, the greatest healers in the supernatural world. I chose to employ her

"Your Highness, we did

side. "I don't need an invitation," he replied coldly. "I can prove Fiona didn't do anything to the rival prince. Are you going to listen to me or

speak, while others insisted he had no right to interfere. The room buzzed

to the King, who sat watching the scene unfold. His expression was unreadable, but his voice left no room for

his father, undeterred.

his son for a long

commanding. "Fiona Rosenthal has the ability to diagnose an illness, injury, or poison simply by touching someone. She has been trained to do this since she was a

had just laid it out as part of her training, something she had learned from a young age. He made it sound as if it was simply another tool

could diagnose poisons or internal injuries that would be critical during the Rites. That's why

council members exchanging uneasy glances. Elijah's words carried weight, and the council was clearly unsettled by his confidence. He stood next to

of this," Elijah murmured to her before turning his

reassuring. "Tell them what you discovered, Fiona," he said,

first. Werewolves heal quickly, so he wasn't a priority. But when it took him longer than usual to recover, Tbecame concerned. I approached him and decided to examine him further. That's when I noticed

room, seeing how the council members were hanging on her every word. "I immediately called for Kariana to assist, but before I could explain anything,

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left your pack after Prince Elijah voided your

her expression neutral. She had been standing there for what felt like forever, answering the same questions again and again.

flickered, and for a moment, Fiona thought she saw satisfaction in his gaze. They weren't just interested in her.

man seated farther down the row. He looked at her as though he could see through her. "So it was of your own volition?"

What compelled you to leave your pack and follow the Prince?

sides, but her voice remained calm. "I came because I believed in Prince Elijah and what he was trying to do. I saw a chance for a

pack?" the councilman pressed. "You left your

feel the eyes on her again, but now, the weight was heavier. It wasn't just her future at stake anymore. They were trying to drag Elijah into this, to make her words incriminate him. "I

further, Councilman Lacson spoke again. "It seems awfully convenient, Miss Rosenthal, that you would void your marriage right before an attempt

tightened. She was growing tired of this game. "No," she

prince who was considered the rival of the very Prince

refusing to let them see her falter. They could ask

older man with a stern face, leaned forward. "And yet, Miss Rosenthal, the evidence places you at the scene. Soldiers saw you near

said firmly, without hesitation. "I was only

happening. They weren't just looking for answers-they were trying to wear

give them

eyes cold. "So you deny any involvement in the

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it," Fiona said, her voice unwavering. "I had nothing

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his voice slick with mock concern. "You must understand, Miss Rosenthal, how difficult it is for us to believe you. A healer, one who left her pack under questionable circumstances, now

patience was at its limit. She had answered their questions, repeated herself over and over, and still, they pushed. "I see how it looks," she said, her voice sharper now. "But that doesn't

Councilman Lacson spoke. "Enough. We have heard what

gaze unwavering. "Why would I harm someone I don't even know?" She had been trying to calm herself since she arrived in this hall. She had been trying to stop herself from asking them questions.

not the one asking questions here!" another